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· Fer. This is most 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 moved sort, As if you were dismay’d: be cheerful, sir : Our revels are now ended ; these our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabrick 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 rackt 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 disturb’d 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 your peace.

(Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought:-1 thank you :

Ariel, come.

Enter Ariel.
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to ; What's thy plea-

sure ?

We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Ari. Ay, my commander : when I presented


I thought to have told thee of it: but I fear’d, · Lest I might anger thee.

* Vanished. + A body of clouds in motion ; but it is most probable that the

author wrote track.

Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these

varlets ? Ari. 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, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and

thorns, Which enter'd their frail shins : as last I left them l' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'er-stunk their feet. Pro..

This was well done, my bird : Thy shape invisible retain thou still : The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, For stale* to catch these thieves. Ari.

I go, I go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature. Nurturet can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers : I will plague them all,

Re-enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Even to roaring :-Come, hang them on this line. Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Caliban,

Stephano, and Trinculo ; all wet. Cai. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole

may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a * Bait.

of Education.

harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack * with us.

Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you,

Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.

Cal. 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

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.

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 ayet thy foot-licker.

Ste. Give me thy hand : I do begin to have
bloody thoughts.
· Trin. O king Stephano ! O peer! O worthy Ste-
phano ! 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 1. a frippery :-0 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

To doat thus on such luggage ? Let's along,
And do the murder first; if he awake,
* Jack with a lantern.

+ Ever.
1 A shop for the sale of old clothes,

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, a’nt 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 turned 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. · Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this. d 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 pardt or cat o' mountain. Ari.

Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies; * Bird-lime.

of Leopard.

Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou:
Shalt have the air at freedom : for a little,
Follow, and do me service,


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 rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his ?

Confin’d together In the same fashion as you gave in charge ; Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners In the lime-grove which weather-fends * your cell; They cannot budge, till you release. The king,, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted; And the remainder mourning over them, Brim-full 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 of reeds +: your charm so strong works

them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. - Pro.

Dost thou think so, spirit ? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro.

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 ? * Defends from bad weather.'

+ Thatch.

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