Stockdale's Edition of Shakespeare

Alon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous!
Methought, the billows fpoke, and told me of it;
The winds did fing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Profper; it did bafs my trefpafs.
Therefore my fon i' the ooze is bedded; and
I'll feek him deeper than e'er plummet founded,
And with him there lie mudded.

Seb. But one fiend at a time,

[Exit.

I'll fight their legions o'er.

Ant. I'll be thy fecond.
[Exeunt
Gon. All three of them are defperate; their great
Like poifon given to work a great time after, [guilt,
Now 'gins to bite the fpirits:-I do befeech you
That are of fuppler joints, follow them fwiftly,
And hinder them from what this ecftafy 2
May now provoke them to.
dr. Follow, I pray you.

[Exeunt

Pro.

ACT

SCENE I.
Profpero's cell.

Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
F I have too aufterely punish'd you,
Your compenfation makes amends; for
Have given you here a third of mine own life,
Or that for which I live; whom once again
I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Haft ftrangely stood the teft: here, afore Heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift: O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off,
For thou shalt find fhe will outftrip all praife,
And make it halt behind her.

Fer. I do believe it,

Against an oracle.

Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquifition
Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But
If thou doft break her virgin knot, before
All fanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minifter'd,

No fweet afperfion 3 fhall the Heavens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-ey'd difdain, and difcord, shall beftrew
The union of your bed with weeds fo loathly,
That you fhall hate it both: therefore take heed,
As Hymen's lamps shall light you.

Fer. As I hope

For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life,

IV.

Enter Ariel.

Now come, my Ariel; bring a4 corollary,
Rather than want a fpirit; appear, and pertly.
No tongue; all eyes; be filent. [Scft mufic.

Amafque. Enter Iris.
Iris. Ceres, moft bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peafe;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatch'd with stover 5,them to keep;
Thy banks with pionied and twilled brims,
Which fpungy April at thy heft betrims, [groves,
To make cold nymphs chafte crowns: and thy broom
Whofe fhadow the difmiffed batchelor loves,

That is, told it me in a rough bafs found. 2 Ecftafy here fignifies alienation of mind. 3 Afperfion is here ufed in its primitive fenfe of Sprinkling. 4 That is, bring more than are fufficient, rather than fail for want of numbers. Corollary means furplus. 5 Stover. from Eflovers, a law word, fignifies an allowance in food or other neceffarics of life. It is here ufed for provifion in general for animals. Difappointed lovers are ftill faid to wear the willow, and in the fe lines broom groves are affigned to that unfortunate tribe for a retreat. This may allude to fome old cuftom. We fill fay that a husband hangs out the broom when his wife goes from home for a fhort time; and on fuch occafions a broom befom has been exhibited as a fignal that the house was freed from uxorial reftraint, and where the matter might be considered as a temporary bachelor. Broom grotes may fignify broom bushes.

Bong 16-larn 1; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And try fea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself do'st air: The queen o' the sky,
Whoafe watery archy and mellenger, am I,
Bus thee leave thefe; and with her fuvereign grace,
Hare on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and fport: her peacocks fly amain;
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Enter Ceres.

Ce. Hail, many-colour'd meffenger, that ne'er
Det dobey the wife of Jupiter;

Who, with thy faffron wings, upon my flowers
Dufek honey-drops, refrething thowers;
And with each end of thy blue bow deft crown
My by acres, and my unfhrubb'd down,
Rbifto my proud earth: Why hath thy queen
Sam'd me hither, to this fhort-grafs'd green?
Iri. A contraft of true love to celebrate;
And fime donation freely to eftate
0. the bless'd lovers.

17. Tell me, heavenly bow,

If Veus, or her fon, as thou do'st know,

Du now attend the queen? Since they did plot
The moons, that duiky Dis my daughter got,
Her and her blind boy's fcandal'd company
The furiorn.

I. Of her fociety

Be afraid: I met her deity

Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her fon
Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have

done

Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whe vows are, that no bed-rite fhall be paid
THymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;
Men's hot minion is return'd again;

Her wih-headed fon has broke his arrows,
Sears he will shoot no more, but play with
fparrows,

And be a boy right out.

4. High queen of itate,

Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.

Enter Jun.

How does my bounteous fifter? Go with me,
To blefs this twain, that they may profperous be,
And honour'd in their iffue.

Jan. Honour, riches, marriage-bling,
Lang continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be fill upon you!
Fwen fing, ber bleffings on you.

Cer. Farth's increase, and foifen plenty 3;
Barns, and garners, never empty;
Vines, with cliff'ving bunches growing;
Plants, with goodly burden bowing;
Spring come to you, at the furtheft,
In the very end of barveft!
Scarcity, and want, fball fhun you;
Ceres bleffing fo is on you.

Fer. This is a moft majeftic vifion, and
Harmonious charmingly: May I be bold
To think thefe fpirits?

Prs. Spirits, which by mine art

I have from their confines call'd to enact
My prefent fancies.

Fer. Let me live here ever;

So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,
Make this place paradife.

Pro. Sweet now, filence:
Juno, and Ceres, whisper feriously;
There's fomething elfe to do: huth, and be mute,
Or elfe our fpeil is marr'd.

Juno and Cees whiffor, and find Iris on employment.]
Iis. You nymphs, call'd Nalads, of the wand'ring
brooks,

With your fedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks,
Leave your crifp4 channels, and on this green land
Answer your fummons; Juno does command:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
| A contract of true love; be not too late.
Enter certain nymphs.

You fun-burn'd ficklemen, of Auguft weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry;
Make holy-day: your rye-ftraw hats put on,
And there freth nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.

Enter certain reapers, properly kabited; they join
with the nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the
end whereof Profpera farts fuddenly, and speaks;
after which, to a frange, hollow, and confujed
noife, they ranigh heavily.

Pro. [Afide.] I had forgot that foul confpiracy
Of the beaft Caliban, and his confederates,
Against my life; the minute of their plot
Is almoft come.-[To the Spirits] Well done;-
avoid-no more.
[pathion
Fer. This is ftrange; your father's in fome
That works him strongly.

Mira. Never till this day

Saw I him touch'd with anger fo distemper'd.

Prɔ. You do look, my fon, in a mov'd fort,
As if you were difmay'd: be cheerful, fir:
Our revels now are ended: these our actors,
As I foretold you, were all fpirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the bafelefs fabrick of this vifion,
The clond-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all, which it inherit, fhall diffolve;
And, like this infubftantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack 5 behind: We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
1: rounded with a fleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled s
Be not difturb'd with my infirmity:

If thou be pleas'd, retire into my cell,

And there repofe; a turn or two I'll walk,
To fill my beating mind.

Fer. Mira. We with your peace.

[Exeunt Fer, and Mira. Pro. Come with a thought--I thank thee:

Ariel, come.

1 That is, forfakep of his mistress, 2 Woody. 3 That is, plenty to the utmost abundance; guitying plenty. 4 That is, curling, winding. 5 The winds," (fays lord Bacon) "which ** Love the clouds above, which we call the rack, and are not perceived below, pass without noife.”

Profpera

Ari. Ay, my commander: when I prefented ears for my labour. I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd,

Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet See'ft thou here,

Pro. Say again, where didft thou leave thefe This is the mouth o' the cell; no noife, and enter:
Ari. I told you, fir, they were red hot with Do that good mifchief, which may make this ifland
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.

drinking;

So full of valour, that they fmote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kifling of their fect; yet always bending
Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their
ears,

Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,
As they fmelt mufick; fo I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking gofs, and
thorns,

Which enter'd their frail fhins: at laft I left them
I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O'er-ftunk their feet.

Pro. This was well done, my bird:
Thy fhape invifible retain thou still:
The trumpery in my houfe, go, bring it hither,
For 3 ftale to catch these thieves.

Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never ftick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all, loft, quite loft;
And as, with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers: I will plague them all,
Even to roaring :-Come, hang them on this line.
[Prospero remains invifible.
Enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c.
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
Cal. Pray you, tread foftly, that the blind mole,

bloody thoughts.

Ste. Give me thy hand; I do begin to have [Stephano! Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Look what a wardrobe here is for thee!

Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trafh. Trin. Oh, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery 6:0, king Stephano'

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

Trin. Thy grace fhall have it.

Cal. The dropfy drown this fool! What do you

mean,

To doat thus on fuch luggage? Let's along,
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our fkin with pinches ;
Make us strange stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monfter.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jer kin 7 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,

Sie. I thank thee for that jeft; here's a garment for't: wit fhall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent país of pate; there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monster, come, put fome lime upon your fingers, and away with the reft. Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lofe our time,

And cll be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villainous low.

Ste. Moniter, lay to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hegfhead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this. Trin. And this.

1 To cleave to is to unite with clafely. 2 To meet with is to counteract; to play stratagem against stratagem. 3 Stale is a word in fewling, and is used to mean a bait or decay to catch birds. 4 Education. 5 That is, has led us about like an ignis fatuus, by which traveliers are decoyed into the mire. A fritpery was a fhop where old cloaths were fold. 7 Shakespeare feems to design an equivoque between the equinoxial and the girdle of a woman. 8 Skinner fays barnacle is anfer Scoticus. The barnicle is a kind of hell-fifh growing on the bottoms of fhips, and which was anciently fuppofed, when broken off, to become one of thele geele; a vulgar error, which requires no ferious confutation.

Pro

Enter Profpero in his magick rotes, and Ariel. Ow does my project gather to a head:

and Time

Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
On the fixth hour; at which time, my lord,

You fad our work fhould cease.
P. I did fay fo,

Whercof the ewe not bites; and you, whose

pastime

Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the folemn curfew; by whofe aid

matters have be-dimm'd

The noon-tide fun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green fea 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 ftrong-bas'd promontory

When finit I rais'd the tempeft. Say, my fpirit, Have I made shake; and by the fpurs pluck'd up

How fares the king and his followers?

AL Confin'd together

In the fame fashion as you gave in charge;
Jat you left them; all prifoners, fir,

In the Ime-grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge, till you relcafe. The king,
Ha brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them2
Prim-Sull of forrow and difmay; but, chiefly,
hum that you term'd The good old lord, Gonzalo,
Hs tears run down his beard, like winter drops
Frum eaves of reeds: your charm fo ftrongly
works 'em,

That if you now beheld them, your affections
Wind become tender,

Pro. Do'lt thou think fo, fpirit?

Ari. Mine would, fir, were I human.
Pre. And mine fhall.

Hatta, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Or their afflictions ? and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as tharply,
Plan2 as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art
Thuga with their high wrongs I am ftruck to
the quick,

Yer, with my nobler reafon, 'gainst my fury
Take part: the rarer action is

In the than in vengeance; they being penitent,
Tra le drift of my purpofe doth extend
Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
Me charms I'll break, their fenfes I'll restore,
A:& they thall be themselves.

The pine and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have wak'd their fleepers; op'd, and let them forth
By my fo potent art: But this rough magick
I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly mufick, (which even now I do)
To work mine end upon their fenfes, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet found,
I'll drown my book.
[Solemn mufick.
Re-enter driel: after him Alonfo with a frantick
gefture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebeflian and An-
thonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and
Francifco. They all enter the circle which Prof
pero had made, and there ftand charm'd; which
Profpero obferving, speaks.

A foleinn air, and the best comforter
To an unfettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now ufelefs, boil'd within thy fkuil! there stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.-

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even fociable to the fhew of thine,
Fall fellowly drops.--The charm diffolves apace ;
And as the morning fteals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, fo their rifing fenfes
Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reafon.--O good Gonzalo,
My true preferver, and a loyal fir

To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.--Moft cruelly
Didft thou, Alonfo, ufe me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;-

Fra Ye elves of hills, brooks, ftanding lakes, Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebaftian.-Flesh

and groves;

And we, that on the fands with printless foot Inchie the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that Fon-hine do the green four ringlets make,

and blood,

You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorie, and nature; who, with Sebaftian,

(Whofe inward pinches therefore are most strong)

A touch is a fenfation. 2 Paffion is frequently used as a verb in Shakspeare.

Would

Merrily, merrily, fhall I live now,

Under the bloom that bangs on the bough.

For you, moft wicked fir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive

Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

Alon. If thou be'st Profpero,

Give us particulars of thy prefervation;

How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince
Were wreck'd upon this fhore; where I have loft,
How fharp the point of this remembrance is!
My dear fon Ferdinand.

Pro. I am woe for't 2, fir.

Alon. Irreparable is the lofs; and Patience

Says, it is part her cure.

Pro. I rather think,

You have not fought her help; of whose foft grace,

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall mifs For the like lofs, I have her sovereign aid,

thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom: So, fo, fo.-
To the king's fhip, invifible as thou art :
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatfwain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And prefently, I pr'ythee.

And rest myself content.

Alon. You the like lofs?

Pro. As great to me, as late 3; and, supportable To make the dear lofs, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have loft my daughter.

Alon. A daughter?

O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, [Exit. The king and queen there! That they were, I with

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulfe twice beat.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze-Myfelf were mudded in that oozy bed,

The wronged duke of Milan, Profpero
For more atfurance that a living prince
Does now fpeak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.

Alon. Whe'r thou be'ft he, or no,
Or fome inchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know thy pulfe
Beats, as of fleth and blood; and, fince I faw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madnefs held me: this muft crave
(An if this be at all) a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I refign; and do intreat, [Profpero
Thou pardon me my wrongs :-But how fhould
Be living, and be here ?

Pro. First, noble friend,

[To Gon.

Let me embrace thine age; whofe honour cannot Be meafur'd, or confin'd.

Where my fon lies. When did you lofe your daughter?
Pro. In this laft tempeft. I perceive, thefe lords

At this encounter do fo much admire,
That they devour their reafon; and scarce think,
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath; but, howfoe'er you have
Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain,
That I am Profpero, and that very duke
Which was thruft forth of Milan; who most strangely
Upon this fhore,where you were wreck'd, was landed
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, fir;
This cell's my court; here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad: pray you look in;
My dukedom fince you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least, bring forth a wonder to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.
The entrance of the cell opens, and difcovers Ferdi-
nand and Miranda playing at cb fs.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me falfe.

To drink the air, is an expreffion of swiftnefs of the fame kind as to devour the way, in Henry IV. That is, I am forry for it. To be woe, is often ufed by old writers to fignify, to be forry. 3 Mean

ing, My lofs is as great as yours, and has as lately happened to me,

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