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Alon. 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, pronounc'd The name of Prosper : it did base my trespass. Therefore

my

son i'th' ooze is bedded; and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lye mudded.

[Exit.
Seb. But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o’er.
Ant. I'll be thy fecond.

[Exeunt.
Gon. All three of them are desp’rate; their great guilt,
Like poison giv’n to work a great time after,
Now ’gins to bite the spirits. I beseech you
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,
And hinder them from what this ecstasy
May now provoke them to.

Adr. Follow, I pray you.

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I ratify this my rich gift: 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 believe it
Against an oracle.

Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition
Worthily purchas’d, take my daughter : but,
If thou doft break her virgin-knot before
All fanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minister'd,
No sweet aspersion shall the heav'ns let fall
To make this contract grow: but barren hate,
Sour-ey'd 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.

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

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

SCENE II.

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

upon

the

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

Ari. Presently?
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 mow. Do you

love me, master ? no? Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach, 'Till thou dost hear me call. Ari. Well, I conceive.

[Exit.
Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein ; the strongest oaths are ftraw
To th'fire i'th'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.

Pro. Well.
Now come, my. Ariel, bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit, appear, and pertly.
No tongue; all eyes; be filent.

[Soft mufick.

SCENE III.

A MAS QUE. Enter Iris.
Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibling sheep,
And flat meads, with thatch'd stover, them to keep ;
Thy banks with pioned; and tulip'd brims,

Which spungy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chafte crowns; and thy brown groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pale-clipt vineyard,
And thy sea-marge steril, and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself doft air; the queen o'th'sky,
Whose wat’ry arch, and messenger, am I,
Bids thee leave thefe, and with her fou'reign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, [Juno descends.
To come and sport; her peacocks Ay amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Enter Ceres,
Cer. Hail, many-colour'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 acres, and my unshrub'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth ; why hath thy queen
Summon’d me hither, to this short-grass green?.

Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate,
And some donation freely to estate
On the bless'd lovers.

Cer. Tell me, heav'nly bow,
If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know,
Do now attend the queen ? since they did plot
The means, that dusky Dis my daughter got;
Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
I have forsworn.

Iris. 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

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'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 sparrows,
And be a boy right-out.

Cer. High queen of state,
Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.
Jun. How does my bounteous fister?

go
To bless this twain, that they may prosp'rous be,
And honour'd in their iffue.

[They fing.
Jun. Honour, riches, marriage blefing,

Long continuance, and encreasing,
Hourly joys be fill upon you !

Juno fings her blessings on you.
Ger. Earth's increase, and foison-plenty,

Barns, and garners, never empty,
Vines, with clustring bunches growing,
Plants, with goodly burthen bowing:
Spring come to you, at the farthest,
In the very end of harvest?
Scarcity, and want, mall fun you,

Ceres blessing fo is on you.
Fer. This is a most majestick vision, and
Harmonious charming lay; may I be bold
To think these spirits ?

Pro. Spirits, which by mine art
I have from all their confines call’d, t'enact
My present fancies.

Fer. Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder'd father and a wife
Make this place paradise.

Pro. Now, filence, sweet!
There's something else to do; hush, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marr’d.

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