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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

stand you

In this strange stare?

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, pronounced
The name of Prosper; it did bass 1 my trespass.
Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lie mudded.

[Exis 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

Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now ’gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,
And hinder them from what this ecstasy?
May now provoke them to.

Follow, I pray you.


1 Told it me in a rough bass sound. • Alienation of mind.



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
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly,
That you shall hate it both : therefore, take heed,
As Hymen's lamps shall light you.

As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worser Genius can, shall never mell
Mine honor into lust; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think, or Phæbus' steeds are founder'd,
Or night kept chain'd below.

Fairly spoke :
Sit then, and talk with her: she is thine own.
What, Ariel; my industrious servant Ariel !

Enter ARIEL.
Ari. What would my potent master? here I am.
Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last

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


of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise,
And they expect it from me.


i Temptation,

? The crew of meaner spirits.

Pro. Ay, with a twink.

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.

Well I conceive. [Erit.
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!

I warrant you, sir;
The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardor of my liver.


.. 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.

Coarse hay.

Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest ? betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy

broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn ; 3 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 ; 5
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Enter CERES.
Cer. Hail, many-color'd messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers;
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky 6 acres,


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.

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