Although my last: no matter, since I feel Thunder and Lightning. Enter ARIEL like a Harpy, claps his wings upon the table, and, by a quaint device, the Banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in 't,) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing ALON. SEB. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow ministers Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, And will not be uplifted; But, remember, (For that's my business to you,) that you three From Milan did supplant good Prospero; Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it, Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the crea tures, Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonzo, (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow, And a clear life ensuing. He vanishes in Thunder: then, to soft musick, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table. Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they now are in my power: And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drown'd), And his and my loved darling. Exit PROSPERO from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded. Seb. [Exit, But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. I'll be thy second. [Exeunt SEB. and ANT. Gron. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, Adr. Follow, I pray you. ACT IV. SCENE I. Before PROSPERO's Cell. I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Fer. Against an oracle. I do believe it, Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition, Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall Fer. As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion Our worser Genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below. Pro. Fairly spoke; Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.What, Ariel; my industrious servant Ariel! Enter ARIEL. Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you Ari. Pro. Ay, with a twink. Presently? Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, so, so; Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mowe: Do you love me, master? no. Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach, Till thou dost hear me call. Ari. Well I conceive. [Exit. Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious, Or else, good night, your vow! Fer. I warrant you, sir; The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver. Pro. Well.Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.No tongue; all eyes; be silent. [Soft musick. A Masque. Enter IRIS. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas: Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers queen Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green? On the bless'd lovers. Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen? since they did plot The means, that dusky Dis my daughter got, Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company I have forsworn. Iris. Of her society Be not afraid: I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Whose vows are, that no bed-rite shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain; Mars's hot minion is return'd again; Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, Swears he will shoot no more, but play with Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait. Enter JUNO. Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me, |