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In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'
Do you love me, master? no? + Grimace. Pros. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not ap
proach Till thou dost hear me call. Ari.
Well, I conceive. [Exit. 50 Pros. 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.
I warrant you, sir; The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver. Pros.
Well. Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,* *Surplus. Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly! No tongue! all eyes! be silent. [Soft music.
Enter IRIS. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas 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 pionedtand twilled; brims, *Fodder. Which spongy April at thy hest? betrims, Digged. To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom-groves,
Doubtful word. Command. Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn;ll thy pole-clipt vineyard; And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost air;—the queen o'thesky, Whose watery arch and messenger am I, 71 Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
|Deserted by a mistress. Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain: Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate;
Tell me, heavenly bow,
Of her society Be not afraid: I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have
done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Whose vows are, that no bed-right 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
And be a boy right out.
High'st queen of state,
To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be And honour'd in their issue.
[They sing: Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Juno sings her blessings on you.
Barns and garners never empty, *Abundance.
Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Spirits, which by mine art
Let me live here ever;
*Marvellously gifted. [Juno and Ceres whisper, and send
Iris on employment. Pros.
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 windring* brooks,
*Winding. With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks, Leave your crispt channels and on this
green land Answer your summons; Juno does command: Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate · A contract of true love; be not too late. Winding.
Enter certain Nymphs.
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. Pros. [Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
140 Against my lise: 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
passion That works him strongly. Mir.
Never till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
Pros. You do look, my son, in a moved sort, As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air:
150 And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, 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 on, and our little life *Wreck, 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;
160 If you be pleased, retire into my cell #Finished. And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind. Fer. Mir. We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Pros. Come with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel: come.
Enter ARIEL. Ari Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy
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. Pros. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
170 Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with
tabor;* At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
*Small side-drum. Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,
180 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. Pros.
This was well done, my bird. Thy shap. invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, For stale* to catch these thieves.
I go, I go.[Exit. Pros. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; 190 And as with age his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers. I will plague them all, Even to roaring. Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering ap
parel, &C. Come, hang them on this line. PROSPERO and ARIEL remain, invisible. Enter
CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet.