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Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment.
Iris. You nymphs call’d Nayads of the winding brooks,
With your fedg’d crowns, and ever-harmless looks,
Leave your crisp 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.
Enter certain nymphs.
You fun-burnt 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 Parts
suddenly, and speaks ; after which, to a strange, bollow and
confused noise, they vanish.
Pro. I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates,
Against my life; the minute of their plot
Is almost come. Well done; avoid ; no more.
. This is most strange; your father's in some passion
That works him strongly.
Mira. Never 'till this day
Saw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper’d.
Pro. Why, you do look, my son, in a mov’d sort;
you were dismay’d; be chearful, fir :
Our revels now are ended : these our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air ;
And, like the baseless fabrick of their vision,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a track behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vext;
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled :
Be not disturb’d with my infirmity;
If you be pleas’d, retire into my cell
And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk
To still my beating mind.
Fer. Mira. We wish you peace.
[Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee, Ariel : come.
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; what's thy pleasure ?
Pro. 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
Left I might anger thee.
Pro. But, say again, where didst thou leave these varlets ?
Ari. I told you, fir, they were red hot with drinking;
So full of valour, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;
At which, like unbackt colts, they prickt their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,
As they smelt mufick; fo I charm’d their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through
Tooth'd briars, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them
l'th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to th’chins, that the foul lake
O’er-Atunk their feet.
Pro. This was well done, my bird;
Thy shape invisible retain thou still;
The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither,
For ftale to catch these thieves.
Ari. I go, I go.
Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, are all loft, quite loft;
And, as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers; I will plague them all,
Even to roaring: come, hang them on this line.
Enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Enter Caliban,
Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall; we now are near his cell.
. Monster, your Fairy, which you say is a harmless Fairy, has done little better than plaid the Jack with us.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss ; at which my nose is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine: do you hear, monster? if I should take a displeasure against you ; look
Trin. Thou wert but a loft monster.
Cal. Good, good my lord, give me thy favour ftill:
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
Shall hoodwink this mischance; therefore speak softly;
All's husht as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool -
. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite lofs.
Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless Fairy, monster..
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er head and ears for
Cal. Pr’ythee, my king, be quiet: seest thou here,
This is the mouth o'th' cell; no noise, and enter;
Do that good mischief which may make this island
Thine own for ever; and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.
Ste. Give me thy hand; I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephanol o peer! o worthy Stepbano! Look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!
Cal. Let it alone, thou fool, it is but trash.
Trin. Oh, oh, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery: o king Stephano.
Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo ; by this hand, I'll have
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean
To dote thus on such luggage ? let it alone,
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches;
Make us strange stuff.
Ste. Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do; we steal by line and level, and't like your grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that jeft; here's a garment for’t: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country: steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate ; there's another
Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on't; we shall lose our time,
And all be turn’d to barnacles, or apes,
With foreheads villainous low.
Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers ; help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this.
Trin. And this.
Ste. Ay, and this.
A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits in shape of hounds,
hunting them about ; Prospero and Ariel setting them on.
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver !
Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark !
Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints
With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews
With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
Ari. Hark, they roar.
Pro. Let them be hunted foundly. At this hour
Lye at my mercy all mine enemies:
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom ; for a little,
Follow, and do me service.
Enter Prospero in his magick robes, and Ariel.
W does my project gather to a head;
My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
Goes upright with his carriage : how's the day?
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You said our work should cease.
Pro. I did say so,
When firft I rais’d the tempest; say, my spirit,
How fares the king, and's followers ?
In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them, 'all your prisoners, fir,
In the Lime-Grove which weather-fends your cell.