Pro. Then as my gift, and thine own acquifition Fer. As I hope For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life, With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkieft den, Mine honour into luft; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I fhall think or Phœbus' fteeds are founder'd, Pro. Fairly spoke. Sit then, and talk with her, fhe is thine own. Enter Ariel. Ari. What would my potent mafter? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you In fuch another trick; go, bring the rabble, Ari. Presently? Pro. Ay, with a twink. Ari. Before you can fay, Come, and And breathe twice; and cry, fo, so ; Each one, tripping on his toe, Do you love me, mafter? no? go, Pro. Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach, "Till thou doft hear me call. Ari. Well, I conceive. [Exit. Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance Fer. I warrant you, Sir; The white, cold, virgin-fnow upon my heart Pro. Well. Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary, Rather than want a fpirit; appear, and pertly. [To Ferdinand. [Soft Mufick. A MASQUE. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, moft bounteous lady, thy rich leas To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broomgroves, Whole fhadow the difmiffed batchelor loves, Being lafs-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard, And thy fea-marge fteril, and rocky hard, Where thou thy felf do'ft air; the Queen o'th' sky, Bids thee leave these; and with her Sov'raign Grace, Enter Ceres. Cer. Hail, many-colour'd meffenger, that ne'er Who, with thy faffron wings, upon my flowers And And with each end of thy blue bow do'ft crown Rich fcarf to my proud earth; why hath thy Queen Cer. Tell me, heav'nly bow, If Venus or her fon, as thou do'ft know, Iris. Of her fociety Be not afraid; I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her fon Mars's hot minion is return'd again; Her wafpish-headed fon has broke his arrows; Swears, he will fhoot no more, but play with sparrows, And be a boy right-out. Ger. High Queen of state, Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gate. [Juno defcends, and enters: Jun. How does my bounteous fifter? go with me To bless this twain, that they may profp'rous be, And honour'd in their iffue. Jun. Honour, riches, marriage bleffing, Long continuance and encreafing, Juno fings ber bleffings on you: Hourly joys be fill upon you Cer. Earth's increase, and foyfon-plenty, (25) Barns and garners never empty, Vines, (25) Earth's Increase.] All the Editions, that I have ever feen, concur in placing this whole Sonnet to Jung: but very abfurdly, in my Opinion. I believe, every accurate Reader, who is acquainted with poetical Vines, with cluftring bunches growing, Fer. This is a moft majestick vifion, and Pro. Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines call'd to enact (26) Fer. Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife, Pro. Sweet now, filence: poetical Hiftory, and the diftin&t Offices of these two Goddeffes, and who then seriously reads over our Author's Lines, will agree with Me, that Ceres's Name ought to have been placed where I have now prefix'd it. (26) I bave from All their Confines.] This All is obtruded upon Us by the nice Ears of our modern Editors, who were for helping the Verse, upon a Suppofition that the Accent in Confines muft needs be upon the firft Syllable. But the Practice of our Poet is against them; and therefore I have reftor'd him to his own Reading. See As you like it. A. 2. Sc. 1. And yet it irks me, the poor dappled Fools; K. John. A&. 4. This Kingdom, this Confine of Blood and Breath, And Hamlet. Aa. 1. Sc. 1. Th extravagant and erring Spirit byes To his Confine. And in his Poem intitled, In Praise of his Love. Which should example where your Equal grew. O most potential Love! Vow, Bond, nor Space, And in his Amorous Epiftle of Paris to Helen. Shipping myself from the Sigaan Shore, And, I believe, in every other Paffage throughout his Works, where he has used this Word, the Accent is conftantly on the laft Syllable. Juno Juno and Ceres whifper feriously; There's fomething elfe to do; hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd. Juno and Ceres whisper, and fend Iris on imployment. Iris. You nymphs, call'd Nayads, of the winding brooks, With your fedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks, Enter certain Nymphs. You fun-burn'd ficklemen, of Auguft weary, Enter certain reapers, properly habited; they join with the Mir. Never 'till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger, fo diftemper❜d. And, |