Enter ARIFI.

Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you In such another trick: go, bring the rabble, O'er whom I give thee power, here, to this place: Incite them to quick motion; for I must Bestow of this young couple upon the eyes Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise, And they expect it from me.

Ari.

Pro. Aye, with a twink.

Presently?

Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go,

And breathe twice; and cry, so, so ;

Each one, tripping on his toe,

Will be here with mop and mowe :

Do you love me, master? no.

Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach, Till thou dost hear me call.

Ari. Well I conceive. [Exit. Pro. Look, thou be true: do not give dalliance Too much the rein the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious, Or else, good night, your vow! Fer. The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver.

Pro.

I warrant you, sir,

Well.

Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich lease Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims, With spongy April at thy hest betrims, [groves, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; And thy sea-marge, steril, 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.

Be not afraid; I met her deity

Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son

Jun. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno sings her blessings on you.
Cer. Earth's increase, and 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.

Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly: May I be bold
To think these spirits?

Pro.

Spirits, which by mine art

Let me live here ever;

I have from their confines called to enact My present fancies.

Fer.

Enter certain Nymphs.

You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow, and be merry; Make holy-day your rye-straw hats put on, And these fresh nyraphs encounter every one In country footing.

Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they jo with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards t end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speak; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused nor, 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 most strange: your father's in s me That works him strongly. [pasion

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

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 teinples, 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 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 pleasure? Spirit,

Pro.

We 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? Ari. I told you, sir, they were red hot with drinkSo full of valour, that they smote the air [ing:

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 unlack'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 followed, through
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them
I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O'erstunk 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 Nurture 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 ARIEI. 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. Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. [not 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.

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: the patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore speak All's hush'd as midnight yet. [softly, 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 bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.

Cal. Prythee, 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.

[mean,

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, 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 this 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.

this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear 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 !

[hark!

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 inore pinch-spotted make 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 Shalt have the air of freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.

ACT V.

[Exeun

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 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 your 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 strongly works
That if you now beheld them, your affections [them,
Would become tender.

Pro.

Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ari. Mine would, sir, were 1 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'
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the
Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury [quick,
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,
And they shall be themselves.

Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and And ye, that on the sands with printless foot [groves; Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demi-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), I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd 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 bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs 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 requir'd 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 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,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew 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 ;- [blood,
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,
Would have kill'd your king; 1 do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art -Their understanding
Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me :—Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell; [Exit ARIEL,
I will dis-case me, and myself present,

As I was sometime Milan-qu ckly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO
ARI. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back i do fly,

After summer, morrity:

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.To the king's ship, invisible as thou art: There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place; 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 amazement Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country!

Pro.

Behold, sir king, The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero : For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; And to thee, and thy company, I bid 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, The affliction of my mind amends, with which, I fear, a madness held me: this must crave (And if this be at all) a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat Be living, and be here? Thon pardon me my wrongs:-But how should

Pro.

Let me embrace thine age; Be measur'd, or confin'd.

Gon.

Or be not, I'll not swear. Pro.

[Prospero

First, noble friend, whose honour cannot Whether this be,

You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you

For you are speil stopp'd..

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man

But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, [Aside to SEB. and ANT.