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And some donation freely to estate1
Tell me, heavenly bow,
Of her society
done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Whose vows are, that no bea-rite shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain; Mars's hot minion is return'd again : Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, Swears he will shoot no more, but play with spar
rows, And be a boy right out. 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 honor'd in their issue.
Long continuance, and increasing ;
Juno sings her blessings on you.
Barns and garners never empty ;
Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Spirits, which by mine art
Let me live here ever;
silence : 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, callid Naiads, of the wandering
brooks, With your sedged crowns, and ever-harmless looks,
? Able to produce such wonders.
Leave your crisp 1 channels, and on this green land
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 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, 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
Never till this day,
Pro. You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
i Curling, winding.