« VorigeDoorgaan »
All's hush'd as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,
Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
Trin. That's more to me than my wetting : yet this is
your harmless fairy, monster.
Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! Oworthy
Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this
my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line : now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, an't
Sie. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an
(1) Ever. (2) A shop for sale of old clothes.
I'll have that gown.
like your grace.
excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for to
Trin. Monster, come, put some limel upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal.' I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villanous low.
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. Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver! Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark,
(Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make
them, Than pard,2 or cat o' mountain. Ari.
Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: at this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies; Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.
(Exeunt. (1) Bird-lime.
I did say so,
SCENE I.-Before the cell of Prospero. Enter
Prospero in his magic Robes, and Ariel. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage.—How's the day?
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.
Dost thou think so, spirit?
And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions; and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the
quick, Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury
(1) Defends from bad weather, (2) Thatch.
Do I take part: the rarer action is
I'll fetch them, sir.
(Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes,
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 demy-puppets, that By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pas.
[Solemn music. Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso, with a frantic
gesture, attended by Gonzalo ; Sebastian and Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and
Francisco : They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charmed; which
Prospero observing, speaks. A solemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, For you are spell-stopp'd. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine
eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.—The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.-0 my good Gonzalo, My true preserver, and a loyal sir To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Home, both in word and deed. -Most cruelly Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: Thy brother was a furtherer in the act:Thou'rt pinch'd fort now, Sebastian.-Flesh and
blood, You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell’d remorsel and nature; who, with Sebastian (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,) Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art!—Their understanding Begins to swell: and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores, That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, That yet looks on me, or would know me:-Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;
[Exit Ariel. I will dis-case me, and myself present, As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit ; Thou shalt ere long be free. Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire
Prospero. (1) Pity, or tenderness of heart. VOL. I.