Enter Ceres. Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers: And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky' acres, and my unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth; Why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green! Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate; And some donation freely to estate 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 Dis2 my daughter got, Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company I have forsworn. 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 Iris. Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows, 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, And honour'd in their issue. SONG. Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Cer. Earth's increase, and foizon3 plenty; Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and Pro. Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines call'd to enact My present fancies. Fer. Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd4 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 be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd. Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring brooks, 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 with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof Prospero starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish. Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come.-[To the Spirits.] Well done ;avoid;-no more. Fer. This is most strange: your father's in some passion 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 of, 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, To still my beating mind. Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought:-I thank you :Ariel, come. I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking? (6) A body of clouds in motion; but it is most probable that the author wrote track. 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: Ari. Cal. Pray, you, tread softly, that the blind mole 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. To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, 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, an'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 excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. Trin. Monster, come, put some limes upon your fingers, and away with the rest. Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, 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. Aye, 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! [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, 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 I should take a displeasure against you; look you, Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster. Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: 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, 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:-O king Stephano! Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown. Trin. Thy grace shall have it. 7 Than pard, or cat o' mountain. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-Before the cell of Prospero. Enter Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you Him you term'd, sir, The good old lord Gonzalo; mean, 1) Bait. (2) Education. (3) Jack with a lantern. (4) Ever. (5) A shop for sale of old clothes. His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops (6) Bird-lime. (7) Leopard. Scene 1. TEMPEST. From eaves of reeds:1 your charm so strongly works Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, I'll fetch them, sir. And ye, that on the sands with printless foot time Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice forth 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 But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so Ari. I drink the air before me, and return [Exit Ariel. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Pro. Behold, sir king, The wrong'd duke of Milan, Prospero; 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 Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, 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 Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should Be living, and be here ? Pro. Let me embrace thine age; Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. First, noble friend, whose honour cannot Whether this be, You do yet taste Pro. all: But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, And justify you traitors; at this time I'll tell no tales. The devil speaks in him. Seb. [Aside. Pro. No;For you, most wicked sir, 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 beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation; How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost, How sharp the point of this remembrance is! My dear son Ferdinand. Pro. I rather think I am wo1 for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content. Alon. You the like loss? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable? To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter. Alon. 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 Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess. Mira! Sweet lord, you play me false. I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Seb. A most high miracle! Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful; I have curs'd them without cause. Let us not burden our remembrances With a heaviness that's gone. Gon. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, 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, That doth not wish you joy! Gon. Be't so! Amen! Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Sir, all this service [Aside. Ari. Have I done since I went. Pro. Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, My tricksy' spirit!) 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) Beady. (5, Clever, adroit. Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Ari. 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: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Ste. O, touch me not; am not Stephano, but a cramp. Sir, my liege, Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Set Caliban and his companions free: cious sir? There are yet missing of your company Aside. Take with you your companions; as you look Seb. Ant. Very like; one of them Then say, if they be true: 2-This mis-shapen knave, (1) Conductor. Pro. Go to; away! [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Alon. To hear the story of your life, which must Pro. I'll deliver all; D |