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;1 there's another garment for 't. Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.

2

Cal. I will have none on 't: we shall lose our

time,

And all be turn'd to barnacles,3 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, hark! [Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out.

the line. The violent fevers, which they contract in that hot climate, make them lose their hair.' Edwards' Mss.

A happy turn of thought.

2 Bird-lime.

3 A barnacle is a kind of shell-fish, which sticks to the bottoms of ships, and which was anciently supposed, when broken off, to become a Scottish goose.

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, 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 labors end, and thou

Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,
Follow, and do me service.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

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.

Pro.

I did say so, When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his followers?

Ari.

Confined together

1 Time brings forward all the expected events without faultering under his burden.

In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners,

1

In the lime-grove which weather-fends 1 your cell: They cannot budge till your release. The king, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted; And the remainder mourning over them,

Brimfull of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly

Him you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord, Gonzalo ;' His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves 2 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?

And mine shall.

Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.

Pro.

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 moved than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the

quick,

Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury

Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,

Defends from bad weather.

2 Thatches.

And they shall be themselves.

Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir. [Erit.

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 pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid
(Weak masters though ye be 1) I have bedimm'd
The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs 2 pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have waked their sleepers; oped, and let them

forth

By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure: and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, (which even now I do)
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,

And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.

[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 PRCSPERO 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, honorable 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. O 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 for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and

blood,

You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature;1 who, with Sebastian,

Tenderness of heart, and natural affection,