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Fer.

I warrant you, Sir;
The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.
Pro.

Well.-
Now come, my Ariel ! bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly.-
No tongue, all eyes; be silent.

[Soft music.
A Masque. Enter Iris.
Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas ;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims,
Which spungy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn ; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, sterile, and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air : the queen o' the sky,
Whose watery arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these ; and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport. Her peacocks fly amain :
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Enter CERES.
Cer. Hail, many colour'd messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter ;
Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers;
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?

Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate,
And some donation freely to estate
On the bless'd lovers.
Cer.

Tell me, heavenly bow,
If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know,
Do now attend the queen ? since they did plot
The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
I have forsworn.
Iris.

Of her society

Juno.

Be not afraid : I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son
Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-rite shall be paid
Till H ymen's torch be lighted; but in vain :
Mars's hot minion is return'd again,
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,
And be a boy right out.
Cer

Highest queen of state,
Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.

Enter Juno.
un. How does my bounteous sister ? Go with me
10 bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,
And honour'd in their issue.

SONG.
Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you !

Juno sings her blessings on you.
Cor.

Earth's increase, foison plenty,
Barns and garners never empty ;
Vines, with clust'ring bunches growing ;
Plants, with goodly burden bowing ;
Spring come to you, at the farthest,
In the very end of harvest :
Scarcity and want shall shun you ; :

Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Per. This a most majestic vision, and
armonious charmingly. May I be bold
To think these spirits ?

Spirits, which by mine art
lave from their confines call’d to enact
y present fancies.

- Let me live here ever :
rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,
ke this place Paradise.
[JUNO and CERES whisper, and send Iris on employment.

Sweet now, silence !
ho and Ceres whisper seriously ;
ere's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
else our spell is marr’d.

is. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the winding brooks,
th your sedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks,

Harmonio

Pro.
I have fro

My P

Fer.
So rare?
Make this

Pro.

There's

With your

Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land
Answer your summons: Juno does command.
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love: be not too late.

Enter certain Nymphs.
You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry :
Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one

In country footing.
Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful

dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks ; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.

Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates,
Against my life: the minute of their plot
Is almost come.—[To the Spirits.] Well done ;-avoid,—no more.

Fer. This is strange : your father's in some passion
That works him strongly.
Mira.

Never till this day,
Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.

Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort,
As if you were dismay'd : be cheerful, Sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air :
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.—Sir, I am vex’d:
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled :
Be not disturbid with my infirmity.
If you be pleas’d, retire into my cell,
And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.
Fer. 'Mira.

We wish you peace. [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought !—[To them.] I thank you.—Ariel, - come!

Enter ARIEL
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure ?

Enter

Pro.

Spirit,
W e must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ari. Ay, my commander : when I presented Ceres,

I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd,
Lest I might anger thee.
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets ?
Arz. I told you, Sir, they were red-hot with drinking:

So full of valour, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
for kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;
At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,
As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears,

hat, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through
both'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
hich enter'd their frail shins : at last I left them

the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,

here dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O erstunk their feet.

This was well done, my bird.
hy shape invisible retain thou still:
he trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither,
or stale to catch these thieves.

I go, I go.

(Exit. ; A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Urture can never stick; on whom my pains,

umanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
and as with age his body uglier grows,

his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
Even to roaring. -
Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glisiering apparel, &C.

Come, hang them on this line.
OSPERO and ARIEL remain unscen. Enter CalibAN, STEPHANO, and

TRINCULO, all wei. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not foot fall : we now are near his cell. NI onster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has ttle better than played the Jack with us. ?. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss ; at which my nose is in

Pro.

Ari.

PROSPERO

Cal. Pray Y Hear a foot fall :

Ste. M onster done little better than

great indignation.

pleasure. Thou my

So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a disure against you, look you, — - Thou wert but a lost monster.

Good my lord, give me thy favour still.

Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore speak softly;
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. I will fetch off my bottlé, though I be o'er ears for my labour.

Cal. Pr’ythee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,
This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.
Do that good mischief, which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.

Ste. Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee !

Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.

Trin. O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.—O king Stephano !

Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo : by this hand, I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean,
To doat thus on such luggage? Let 's along,
And do the murder first : if he awake,
From toe to crown he 'll fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.

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 like your grace.

Ste. 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 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 turn’d to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villainous 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.

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