With your sedg'd 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 sunburn'd sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry:
Make holiday; 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 Nymp in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO Star suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and co fused noise, they heavily vanish.

Pros. [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.

more.

[To the Spirits] Well done; - avoid, — 1

Fer. This is most strange: your father 's in some passi That works him strongly.

Mir.

Never till this day

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

Pros. Sure, 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 wreck behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on;

Is rounded with a sleep.

and our little life

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. Mir.

We wish your peace.

-

Pros. [to Ariel] Come with a thought! — I thank ye [Exeunt
Fer. and Mir.]. — Ariel, come!

Re-enter ARIEL.

Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?
Pros.

We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Spirit,

Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
I thought t' have told thee of it; but I fear'd
Lest I might anger thee.

Pros. 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 eyelids, 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 goss, and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail shins: 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.

Pros.

This was well done, my Thy shape invisible retain thou still:

bird.

The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,

For stale to catch these thieves.

Pros. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, are all lost, quite lost;
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,

Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c.
- Come, hang them on this line.

Even to roaring.

[Exit.

PROSPERO and ARIEL remain, invisible. 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 Jack with us. Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.

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 hoodwink 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. Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st 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!

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.

Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do

To dote thus on such luggage? Let's along,
And do the murder first: if he awake,

you mean

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, 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 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 apes

With foreheads villanous low.

Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out o my kingdom: go to, carry this.

Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on. Pros. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver!

Pros. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!
[Cal., Ste., and Trin. are driven out.

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
Than pard or cat-o'-mountain.

Ari.

Hark, they roar!

Pros. 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.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Before the cell of Prospero.

Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL. Pros. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and Time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?

Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.

Pros.

I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and 's followers?

Confin'd together

Ari.
In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them; all are prisoners, sir,
In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge till your release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,

Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly

Him that you term'd, sir, "The good old lord, Gonzalo;” His tears run down his beard, like winter-drops