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If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know,
Of her society
Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes : I know her by her gait.
Long continuance, and increasing,
Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Spirits, which by mine art
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,
(Juno and CERES whisper, and send Iris on employment.
Pro. Sweet now, silence !
Enter certain Nymphs.
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,
Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort,
1 wise : in f. e. 2 sedg'd : in f. e.
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
We wish your peace. (Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought !-I thank thee.--Ariel, come!
Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
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.