[Acr IV. 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. 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. 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 labours end, and thou: [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 rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his? Ari. Confin'd together In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; them, That if you now beheld them, your affections - 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? + Thatch. * Defends from bad weather. 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, Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel; Ari. -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 [Solemn music. Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso, with a frantic gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and An tonio 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, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit; Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Prospero. Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; VOL. I. In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. G On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily: Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee, But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.- Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain, And presently, I pr'ythee. Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit Ariel. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze ment Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Pro. Behold, sir king, The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero; For more assurance that a living prince A hearty welcome. Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, (An if this be at all) a most strange story. Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should Prospero Be living, and be here? Pro. Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot Be measur'd, or confin'd. Gon. First, noble friend, Whether this be, * Whether, |