Now useless, boil'd within thy fkull! There ftand, For you are spell-stopt. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, ev'n fociable to th' fhew of thine, The charm diffolves apace; To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy graces Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebaftian, flesh and blood. (30) That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them, I will dif-cafe me, and myself present, [Exit Ariel, and returns immediately. As I was fometime Milan: quickly, spirit; Thou shalt ere long be free. (30) Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,] I by no means think, this was our Author's pointing; or that it gives us his meaning. He would fay, that Sebaftian now was pinch'd thro' and thro' for his trespass; felt the punishment of it all over his body; a like manner of expreffion we meet with in King Lear; wipe thine eye; The good-jers fhall devour them, flesh and fell, E'er they fhall make us weep. And fo our CHAUCER, in the first book of his Troilus and Creffida that he and all his kinne at ones Were worthy to be brent, both fell and bones. Ariel fings, and helps to attire him. There I couch, when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After funfet, merrily. (32) Merrily, merrily, fhall I live now, Under the bloffom, that hangs on the bough. Pro. (31) Where the bee fucks, there fuck 1;] I have ventur'd to vary from the printed copies here. Could Ariel, a fpirit of a refin'd ætherial effence, be intended to want food? Befides the fequent lines rather countenance lurk. (32) After summer merrily] Why, after fummer? Unless we must fuppofe our Author alluded to that mistaken notion of bats, fwallows, &c. croffing the feas in pursuit of hot weather. I conjectured, in my SHAKESPEARE reflor'd, that funfet was our Author's word; And this conjecture Mr. Pope, in his last edition, thinks probably fhould be efpoufed. My reafons for the change were from the known nature of the bat. The boup fleeps during the winter, fay the Naturalifts; and fo does the bat too. (Upupo dormit hyeme, ficut & vefpertilio. Albert. Magn.) Again, flies and gnats are the favourite food of the bat, which he procures by flying about in the night, (Cibus ejus funt mufcæ & culices: quem nocte volans inquirit. Idem, e Plinio.) But this is a diet, which, I prefume, he can only come at in the fummer feafon. Another obfervation has been made, that when bats fly either earlier, or in greater number than ufual, it is a fign the next day will be bot and ferenc. (Vefpertiliones, fi vefperi citius & plures folito volarint, fignum eft calorem & ferenitatem poftridie fore. Gratarolus apud Gesner de avibus.) This prognostick likewise only fuits with fummer. Again, the bat was call'd vefpertilio by the Latins, as it was uxlspis by the Greeks, becaufe this bird is not vifible by day; but appears firft about the twilight of the evening, and fo continues to fly during the dark hours. And the Poets, whenever they mention this bird, do it without any allufion to the feafon of the year; but conftantly have an eye to the accuftom'd hour of its flight. In the fecond act of this play, where Gonzalo tells Anthonio and Sebaftian, that they would lift the moon out of her sphere, Sebaftian replies; We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling. So, in Macbeth, when the approach of the night is defcrib'd, in which Banque was to be murder'd, His cloifter'd flight; ere to black Hecat's fummons And Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I fhall mifs thee; But yet thou fhalt have freedom. So, fo, fo. To the King's fhip, invisible as thou art ; And presently, I pr'ythee. Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here; fome heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! Pro. Behold, Sir King, The wronged Duke of Milan, Profpero : Alon. B'eft thou he or no, Or fome inchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know; thy pulfe Thou pardon me my wrongs; but how should Prospera Pro. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age, whofe honour cannot Gon. Whether this be, Or be not, I'll not fwear. Pro. You do yet taste, Some fubleties o' th' ifle, that will not let you And Beaumont and Fletcher in their Paffionate Madman; Believe Believe things certain: welcome, my friends all. For r.you, moft wicked Sir, whom to call brother Thou must restore. Alon. If thou be'st Profpero, Gives us particulars of thy prefervation, How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince Pro. I'm woe for't, Sir. Alon. Irreparable is the lofs, and patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, You have not fought her help; of whofe foft grace, And reft myself content. Alon. You the like lofs! Pro. As great to me, as late; and, supportable Alon. A daughter? O heav'ns! that they were living both in Naples, Where my fon lies. When did you lofe your daughter? Pro. In this laft tempeft. I perceive, thefe Lords At this encounter do fo much admire, That they devour their reason; and scarce think, Are natural breath: but howfoe'er you have Boen Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain, Which was thruft forth of Milan; who moft ftrangely Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this firft meeting. Welcome, Sir; SCENE opens to the entrance of the Cell. Here Profpero difcovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at Chefs. Mira. S WEET Lord, you play me false. I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a fcore of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove A vifion of the island, one dear fon Shall I twice lofe. Seb. A moft high miracle! Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merciful: I've curfed them without cause. Alon. Now all the bleffings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arife, and say how thou cam'st here. How many goodly creatures are there here ? [Ferd. knals. How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has fuch people in't! Pro. 'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou waft at play? Your eld❜ft acquaintance cannot be three hours: |