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 to apes With foreheads villanous low. Steph. 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. Steph. Ay, and this. 250 A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and bounds, hunting them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on. Pros. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver! Pros. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark! [Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo are driven out. 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 Ari. Hark, they roar! Pros. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour Lies at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou 260 Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell. Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL. Pros. Now 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. Pros. I did say so, When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit, Ari. Confined together In the same fashion as you gave in charge, In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly Him that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord, Gonzalo '; His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops ΙΟ From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pros. Dost thou think so, spirit? And mine shall. 20 Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art? Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, Ari. 30 I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. 40 Pros. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book. 50 [Solemn music. Re-enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks: A solemn air and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace, To him thou follow'st! I will pay thy graces Thou art pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian, Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them ARIEL sings and helps to attire him. Where the bee sucks, there suck I: There I couch when owls do cry. After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. 60 70 80 90 90 Pros. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee; Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain And presently, I prithee. 100 Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or ere your pulse twice beat. [Exit. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! Pros. Behold, sir king, The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero: Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; A hearty welcome. Alon. Whether thou be'st he or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, I fear, a madness held me: this must crave, An if this be at all, a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero Be living and be here? Pros. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. Pros. Whether this be You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you ΣΤΟ 120 |