Fer. I warrant you, sir. Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,1 Enter Iris. [Soft Music. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Which spongy April at thy 'hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves, Where thou thyself dost air; the Queen o' the Sky, Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport. [Juno descends.] Her peacocks fly amain: Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. Enter Ceres. Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown, Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy Queen And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers. Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the Queen? Since they did plot I have forsworn. Iris. Be not afraid: I met her deity Of her society Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son Cer. Highest Queen of State, Great Juno comes: I know her by her gait. Enter Juno. Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me, To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, And honour'd in their issue. VOL. I. 1 Overplus. CER. [They sing.] JUNO. Honour, riches, marriage, blessing, Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and Pro. Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines call'd to enact My present fancies. Fer. Let me live here ever: So rare a wonder'd father, and a wise, Makes this place Paradise. Pro. Sweet now, silence! [Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment. Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; There's something else to do. Hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd. Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring brooks, With your sedg'd crowns and ever-harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land Answer your summons: Juno does command. Enter certain Nymphs. You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the 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 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 mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd be cheerful, sir. And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled : 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: I thank thee, Ariel: come! Enter Ariel. Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? Pro. Spirit, 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 did'st thou leave these varlets? So full of valour, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces, beat the ground At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears, Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking gorse, and thorns, I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, Up to th' chins. Pro. This was well done, my bird. Thy shape invisible retain thou still : The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, I go, I go. Ari. Enter Ariel, loaden with glistering apparel, &c. 1 Bait. [Exit. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet. Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may Not hear a foot fall: we are now near his cell. Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack1 with us. Trin. Monster, 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 hoodwink this mischance: therefore, speak softly; 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. S. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour. Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here, This is the mouth o' th' cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischief, which may make this island 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! S. 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 mean To doat thus on such luggage? Let's alone. And do the murther first: if he awake, From toe to crown he'll fill our skin 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, and '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. 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. 1 Ignis fatuus. 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 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. 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 Fifth. SCENE I.-BEFORE THE CELL OF PROSPERO. Enter Prospero in his magic robes; and Ariel. Pro. I did say so, Ari. In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; Him that you term'd, sir, the good old lord, Gonzalo : From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works then 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 1 Leopard. |