level," is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for 't. Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest. Cal. I will have none on 't: we shall lose our time, And all be turned to barnacles, or to apes Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers: help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this. Trin. And this. Ste. Ay, and this. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about. PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on. In the same fashion as you gave in charge; His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, ACT V. Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pas- You brother mine, that entertained ambition, time Expelled remorse and nature; who with Sebastian, Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice Unnatural though thou art! Their understand- forth By my so potent art: But this rough magic Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a fran- A solemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Begins to swell; and the approaching tide [Aside. [Exit ARIEL. ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so. Now useless, boiled within thy skull! There stand, Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain, O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! That they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire, That they devour their reason; and scarce think Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, Upon this shore, where you were wrecked, was And justify you traitors; at this time. landed, To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this; [Aside. For 't is a chronicle of day by day, Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merci- In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, ful; Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast This fellow could not drown: Now, blasphemy, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you And (how, we know not) all clapped under gods, And on this couple drop a blesséd crown; For it is you that have chalked forth the way Which brought us hither! Alon. I say Amen, Gonzalo ! hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shricking, howling, gingling chains, Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his We were awaked; straitway, at liberty: issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld [Aside. Thou shalt be [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free: There are yet missing of your company Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune:- Coragio, bully-monster, coragio! Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me. Seb. Ha, ha; What things are these, my lord Antonio! Will money buy them? Ant. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? How cam'st thou in this pickle? Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Ste. I should have been a sore one, then. Alon. This is as strange a thing as c'er I looked on. [Pointing to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as disproportioned in his manners As in his shape:-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool! Pro. Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or stole it rather. [Exeunt CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my Since I came to this isle: And in the morn lords, I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Then say if they be true:-This mis-shapen Where I have hope to see the nuptials |