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Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd; And his and my loved darling.
[Exit Prospero from above. Gon. I the name of something holy, sir, why
In this strange stare?
O, it is monstrous ! monstrous !
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
Follow, I pray you.
1 Told it me in a rough bass sound. • Alienation of mind.
ACT I V.
Before Prospero's cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends : for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life,1 Or that for which I live; whom once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely? stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her. Fer.
I do believe it, Against an oracle.
Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchased, take my daughter: but If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion 3 shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
2 To admiration.
1 A fibre or portion of myself. 3 Sprinkling.
Sour-eyed disdain, and discord, shall bestrew
As I hope
Fairly spoke :
of this young couple
? The crew of meaner spirits.
Pro. Ay, with a twink.
Ari. Before you can say, Come and go,
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach,
Well I conceive. [Erit.
I warrant you, sir;
.. Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly.No tongue; all eyes; be silent. (soft music.
A masque. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas ; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And-flat meads thatch'd with stover,4 them to keep;
1 So in Milton's L’Allegro, v. 33.
Come, and trip it, as you go,
On the light fantastic toe. Making mouths or wry faces. 3 More than are sufficient.
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth ; why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate;
It is conjectured that by 'pioned and twilled brims' Shakspeare meant banks fringed with pionies and thickly. matted grass, resembling the stuff called twilled cloth, in which the cords appear closely twisted together. 2 Command.
3 Forsaken of his mistress, 4 The pole embraced by the vines.
5 With rigor. 8 Wocdy.