100 104 Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log But she as far surpasseth Sycorax Is it so brave a lass? As great'st does least. Ste. 109 112 Trin. O, forgive me my sins! 141 Ste. He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. -Mercy upon us! Cal. Art thou afeard? 144 Cal. Be not afeard: the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. 148 Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after do our work. Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would I Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I could see this taborer! he lays it on. Wilt come? warrant, Trin. I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed, Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your patience, I needs must rest me. 8 Alon. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, 12 Who would believe that there were mountaineers 44 Seb. [Aside to ANT.] I say to-night: no more. Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter below several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet: they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, &c., to eat, they depart. Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet music! Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? 20 Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe At this hour reigning there. Their manners are more gentle-kind than of 32 Many, nay, almost any. Pro. [Aside.] Honest lord, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hang. ing at them Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find Each putter-out of five for one will bring us 48 Good warrant of. Alon. I will stand to and feed, Although my last; no matter, since I feel The best is past.-Brother, my lord the duke, Stand to and do as we. 52 Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt, Thou hast said well; for some of you there Him and his innocent child: for which foul present Are worse than devils. Alon. I cannot too much muse, 36 Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing, Although they want the use of tongue,-a kind deed 72 The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso, They have bereft; and do pronounce, by me, 76 Lingering perdition,-worse than any death Can be at once,-shall step by step attend You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from 79 Which here in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads, -is nothing but heart-sorrow And a clear life ensuing. He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mocks and mows, and carry out the table. Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: drown'd, 92 And his and mine lov'd darling. [Exit above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought the billows spoke and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded; and 100 I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded. [Exit. Seb. But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. I'll be thy second. [Exeunt SEB. and ANT. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt, 104 Like poison given to work a great time after, Did worthily perform; and I must use you Ari. Pro. Ay, with a twink. Presently? 40 Ari. Before you can say, 'Come,' and 'Go,' 44 And breathe twice; and cry, 'so, so,' Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mow. Do you love me, master? no? 48 Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not ap proach Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love: be not too late. 133 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, 136 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 140 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 144 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, 148 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, 153 Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff 156 As dreams are made on, 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. 160 We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought!-[To them.] I thank thee: Ariel, come! Enter ARIEL. 164 Pro. This was well done, my bird. 184 Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves. Ari. Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering Come, hang them on this line. PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. 195 Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a 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. 200 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: 205 Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly; All's hush'd as midnight yet. Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool, 209 |