That works him strongly. Mira. Never till this day, Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd be cheerful, sir. 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 fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.-Sir, I am vex'd: 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, Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought!-I thank thee.-Ariel, come! Enter ARIEL. Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? 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, Lest I might anger thee. Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Which enter'd their frail skins: at last I left them [Exit. Ari. I go, I go. 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. ARIEL hangs them on the line, and with PROSPERO remains unseen. 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. Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a 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? should take a displeasure against you; look you, If I Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster. 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! [Seeing the apparel. Cal. Let it alone, thou fool: it is but trash. Trin. O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.—O king Stephano! 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't 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 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 excelpass of pate; there's another garment for't. Trin. Monster, come; put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest. lent 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. [A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt 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! [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. Cries and roaring. Hark! they roar. Ari. 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. ACT V. 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, Confin'd together Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I buman. And mine shall. In virtue, than in vengeance: they being penitent, Ari. 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 senses, [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 Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Noble Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the flow of thine, That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, As I was sometime Milan.-Quickly, spirit; ARIEL re-enters singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO. In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch. When owls do cry, On the bat's back I do fly, 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. To the king's ship, invisible as thou art: There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place, And presently, I pr'ythee. Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit ARIEL. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabit here: some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! Pro. [Attired as Duke.] Behold, sir king, The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero. Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Or some enchanted devil to abuse me, You the like loss? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, supportable Alon. A daughter? O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Gon. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way, Alon. Alon. Give me your hands: [To FER. and MIR. O look, sir! look, sir! here are more of us. Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found PROSPERO draws a curtain, and discovers FERDINAND Fer. Sir, all this service [Aside. с Pro. My tricksy spirit! [Aside. 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 several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither. Ari. Was't well done? Pro. Bravely, my diligence! Thou shalt be Aside. free. Aside. [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free; 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. He will chastise me. These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano! Ste. O! touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Go to; away Pro. ! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt CAL., STE., and TRIN. I long Pro. I'll deliver all; Be free, and fare thou well!-Please you draw near. EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Gentle breath of yours my sails Unless I be reliev'd by prayer; As you from crimes would pardon'd be, [Exeunt omnes. SCENE: sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan, and on the frontiers of Mantua. SCENE I.—An open place in Verona. Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus: Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. ACT I. But since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu. Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love, For he was more than over shoes in love. Val. 'Tis true; but you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Fal. No, I will not, for it boots thee not. Pro. What? Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; If lost, why then a grievous labour won: Pro. So, by your circumstance you call me fool. Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at: I am not love. Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Speed. Sir Proteus, save you. Saw you my master? Pro. But now he parted hence to embark for Milan. Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd already, And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away. Speed. You conclude, that my master is a shepherd, then, and I a sheep? Pro. I do. |