Enter Ceres. Cer. I, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow, Iris. Be not afraid I met her deity done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, And be a boy right out. Enter Juno. Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, SONG. Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Cer Earth's increase, and foizon3 plenty; Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and Pro. My present fancies. Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife, Make this place Paradise. Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment. There's something else to do: hush, and Le mute Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring With your sedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks, Enter certain Nymphs. You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they join Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Fer. This is most strange: your father's in some Never till this day, We wish your peace. So full of valour, that they smote the air Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses, Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them Pro. This was well done, my bird: Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, For stale, to catch these thieves. Ari. I go, I go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, Re-enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Even to roaring: Come, hang them on this line. Prespero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo; all wet. Ca. Pray, you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is harmless fairy, has done little better than played 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 should take a displeasure against you; look you,Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster. To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is no this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, an prove a bald jerkin. Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, an' like your grace. Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garmen for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excel lent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. 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. Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers; help to bea 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. Aye, and this. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey! [Cal. Ste. and Trin, are driven out. a 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, I Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak softly, All's hush'd as midnight yet. Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss. 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 ears for my labour. Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, This is the mouth o' the 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 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: king Stephano! Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown. Trin. Thy grace shall have it. Than pard,' or cat o' mountain. ACT V. [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. Pro. I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his? Confin'd together 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 cell, They ca inot budge, till you release. The king, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted And the remainder mourning over them, Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; I ut chiefly Him you term'd, sir, The good old ord Gonzalo; Ari. Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops mean, Bait. (2) Education. (3) Jack with a lantern. Ever (5) A shop for sale of old clothes. (6) Bird-lime. (8) Defends from bad weather. (7) Leopard. From eaves of reeds: ' your charm so strongly works Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pro. Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, I'll fetch them, sir. Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice By my so potent art: But this rough magic Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;- You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, [Exit Ariel. Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Ari. 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. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so Ari. I drink the air before me, and return ment Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! Pro. Behold, sir king, The wrong'd duke of Milan, Prospero; For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; And to thee, and thy company, I bid A hearty welcome. Alon. Whe'r thou beest he or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, Re-enter Ariel after him, Alonso, with a frantic As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and The affliction of my mind amends, with which, Francisco: They all enter the circle which Pros- I fear, a madness held me: this must crave pero had made, and there stand charmed; which (An if this be at all) a most strange story. Prospero observing, speaks. A solemn air, and the best comforter l'o 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, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces (1) Thatch. (2) Pity, or tenderness of heart. Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat Be living, and be here? Pro. Let me embrace thine age; Be measur'd, or confin'd. Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. First, noble friend, whose honour cannot Whether this he, Pro. You do yet taste Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends all: But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, Aside to Seb. and Ant I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you. (3) Whether. A daughter? O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed, To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Ferdi- I would not for the world. No, my dearest love, 'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wa at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours. I Fer. Sir, she's mortal But, by immortal Providence, she's mine; chose her, when I could not ask my father For his advice; nor thought I had one: she Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, Of whom so often I have heard renown, But never saw before; of whom I have Receiv'd a second life, and second father This lady makes him to me. Alon. I am her's: But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Must ask my child forgiveness !' Pro. There, sir, stop Let us not burden our remembrances Gon. And on this couple drop a blessed crown; Alon. Give me your hands: [To Fer. and Mira. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, Be't so! Amen! Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found [Aside. Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went. Pro. My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger.-Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches Where, but even now, with strange and severa noises (3) In his senses. (4) Ready. (5, Clever adroit Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou [Aside. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod Pro. : To take my life: two of these fellows you Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?— Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: shall not fear fly-blowing. I Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Sir, my liege, Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free: cious sir? There are yet missing of your company Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune:Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio! Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! Seb. Ha, ha; What things are these, my lord Antonio? Very like; one of them Then say, if they be true:-This mis-shapen knave, (1) Conductor. Take with you your companions; as you look Pro. Go to; away! [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Alon. To hear the story of your life, which must Pro. I'll deliver all; |