Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!

Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.

Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery : -O king Stephano !

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Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.

Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean

To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, 13

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.14

Trin. Do, do. We steal by line and level, an 't like your grace. Ste. I thank thee for that jest; 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 garment for't.

Trin. Monster, come, put some lime 15 away with the rest.

upon your fingers, and

Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,

And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to 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.

Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

A noise of hunters heard.
and hunt them about.
Pro. Hey, 'Mountain,' hey!
Ari. 'Silver!' there it goes,

"Silver !'

Pro. 'Fury, Fury!' there, 'Tyrant,' there! hark, hark! [CAL., STE., and TRIN. 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,
Than pard or cat o' mountain.

Ari.

Hark, they roar !

Pro. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lie 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I-Before the Cell of PROSPERO.

Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL.

Pro. 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.

I did say so,

Say, my spirit,

Confin'd together

Ari.
In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners
In the lime-grove which weather-fends your
They cannot budge till your release. The king,

cell

;

His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,

Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly

Him you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord, Gonzalo ;'
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops

From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works them,
That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pro.

Dost thou think so, spirit?

Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Pro.

And mine shall.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,

One of their kind, that relish all as sharply
Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,
Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury

Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,

The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir.

[Exit.

Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;1 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 azur'd 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-bas'd 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 them forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure and, when I have requir'd
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.

[Solemn music.

Re-enter ARIEL: after him, 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,
For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,

Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;—

Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian, flesh and blood,