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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.

Of her society
Be not afraid : I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her gon
Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
Till Hymen's torch be lighted; but in vain :
Mars' hot minion is return'd again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,
And be a boy right out.

Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes : I know her by her gait.

Enter Juno.
Jun. How does my bounteous sister ? Go with me,
To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,
And honour'd in their issue.

Juno. Honour, riches, marriage, blessing,

Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno sings her blessings on you."
Earth's increase, foison plenty,
Barns, and garners never empty;
Vines, with clust'ring bunches growing ;
Plants, with goodly burden bowing;
Raino come to you, at the farthest,
In the very end of harvest !
Scarcity and want shall shun you ;

Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold
To think these spirits ?

Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines call’d to enact
My present fancies.

Let me live here ever : . In f. e. the remainder of the song is given to Ceres 2 Spring : in f. e.

So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,
Makes this place Paradise.

(Juno and CERES whisper, and send Iris on employment.

Pro. Sweet now, silence !
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
There's something else to do. Hush, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marrd.
Iris. You nymphs, callid Naiads, of the winding

With your sedge crowns, and ever harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land
Answer your summons : Juno does command.
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love: be not too late.

Enter certain Nymphs.
You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry.
Make holy-day: your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.
Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with

the Nymphs in a graceful dance ; towards the end whereof Pros. 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 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 : bé 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,

1 wise : in f. e. 2 sedg'd : in f. e.

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,
To still my beating mind.
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?

Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking: So full of valour, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet, 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 smelt music: so I charm'd their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking gorse, and thorns, Which enter'd their frail skins :' at last I left them I'the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'erstunk their feet. Pro.

This was well done, my bird, Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves. Ari.

I go, I go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture never can 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,

from reek. ? shins : in f. e. 3 A decoy.

1 A vapor,

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 Jacka 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? 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. 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. Prythee, 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. 4-0 king Stephano!

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

1 f. e. have only the direction, PROSPERO and ARIEL remain unseen. 2 Jack o' lantern. 3 Not in f. e. 4 An old clo' shop.

Hark/res and roaring.

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 excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monster, come; put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.

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 ARIĖL 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. Gó, 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. Ari.

they roar. 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. 1 Not in f. e.

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