(For that's my business to you) that you three
From Milan did fupplant good Profpero:
Expos'd unto the fea, (which hath requit it)
Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the feas and fhores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace: thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling'ring perdition, worfe than any death
Can be at once, fhall ftep by step attend
You and your ways; whofe wraths to guard you from,
Which here in this moft defolate Ine else fall
Upon your heads, there's nothing but heart's forrow,
And a clear life enfuing.
He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft musick, Enter the fhapes again, and dance with mocks and mowęs, and carrying out the table.
Pro. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had devouring:
Of my inftruction haft thou nothing 'bated
In what thou hadst to fay: fo with good life,
And obfervation ftrange, my meaner ministers
Their feveral kinds have done; my high charms work,
And thefe, mine enemies, are all knit up
In their diftractions: they are in my power;
And in these fits I leave them, whilft I vifit
Young Ferdinand, who, they fuppofe, is drown'd,
And his and my lov'd darling.
Gon. I'th' name of fomething holy, Sir, why ftand you In this ftrange ftare?
Alon. O, it is monftrous! 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 bafe my trefpafs.
Therefore my fon i'th' ooze is bedded; and
I'll feek him deeper than e'er plummet founded,
And with him there lye mudded.
Seb. But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.
Gon. All three of them are defp'rate; their great guilt, Like poifon giv'n to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the fpirits. I beseech you That are of fuppler joints, follow them swiftly, And hinder them from what this ecftafie May now provoke them to.
Adr. Follow, I pray you.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Profpero's Cave. Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
Pro. F I have too aufterely punish'd you,
Have giv'n you here a thread of mine own life,
Or that for which I live; whom once again
I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my tryals of thy love, and thou
Haft ftrangely ftood the teft. Here afore heav'n
I ratifie this my rich gift: Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me that I boast her off;
For thou shalt find fhe will outftrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.
Fer. I 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 right be minister'd,
No sweet afperfion fhall the heav'ns let fall
To make this contract grow: but barren hate,
Sour-ey'd difdain, and difcord fhall beftrew
The union of your bed with weeds fo loathly,
That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
As Hymen's lamp fhall light you.
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
With fuch love as 'tis now: the murkieft den,
The moft opportune place, the ftrong'st suggestion
Our worfer Genius can, fhall never melt
Mine honour into luft, to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I fhall think or Phoebus fteeds are founder'd,
Or night kept chain'd below.
Pro. Moft fairly spoke,,
Sit then, and talk with her, fhe is thine own.
What, Ariel; my induftrious fervant, Ariel.
SCENE II. Enter Ariel.
Ari. What would my potent mafter? here I am.
Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your laft fervice
Did worthily perform; and I must use you
In fuch another trick; go bring the rabble,
O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place;
Incite them to quick motion, for I muft
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it
And they expect it from me.
Ari. Prefently?
Pro. Ay, with a twink.
Ari. Before you can fay, Come and go,
And breathe twice; and cry, fo, fo;
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mow.
Do you love me, mafter? no?
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach Till thou doft hear me call.
Pro. Look thou, be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein; the ftrongeft oaths are ftraw
To th' fire i'th blood: be more abftemious,
Or elfe good-night your vow.
Fer. I warrant you, Sir,
The white, cold virgin-fnow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.
Now come, my Ariel, bring a corollary,
Rather than want a fpirit, appear, and pertly.
No tongue; all eyes; be filent.
SCENE II. A Mafque. Enter Tris.
Iris. Ceres, molt bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and peafe;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibling fheep,
And flat meads, with thatch'd ftover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned, and tulip'd brims,
With fpungy April at thy heft betrims,
To make cold nymphs chafte crowns; and thy brown groves, Whofe fhadow the difmiffed batchelor loves,
Being lafs-lorn; thy pale-clipt vineyard,
And thy fea-marge fteril, and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyfelf do'ft air; the Queen o'th' fky,
Whose wat❜ry arch and meffenger am I,
Bids thee leave these, and with her Sov'reign Grace,
Here on this grafs-plot, in this very place [Juno defcends.
To come and fport; her peacocks fly amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Cer. Hail many-colour'd meffenger, that ne'er
Do'ft disobey the wife of Jupiter :
Who, with thy faffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffufeft honey drops, refreshing showers;
And with each end of thy blue bow do'ft crown
My bosky acres, and my 'unfhrub'd down.
Rich fcarf to my proud earth; why hath thy Queen
Summon'd me hither, to this fhort-grafs green?
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate,
And fome donation freely to eftate
On the blefs'd lovers.
Cer. Tell me, heav'nly bow,
If Venus or her fon, as thou do'ft know,
Do now attend the Queen? fince they did plot
The means, that dufky Dis my daughter got;
Her and her blind boy's fcandal'd company
I have forefworn.
Iris. Of her fociety
Be not 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,
(Whofe vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
Till Hymen's torch be lighted) but in vain :
Mars's hot minion is return'd again;
Her wafpifh-headed fon has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,
And be a boy right-out.
Cer. High Queen of state,
Great Juno comes, I know her by her gate.
Jun. How does my bounteous fifter? go with me
To blefs this twain, that they may profp'rous be,
And honour'd in their iffue..
Jun. Honour, riches, marriage-bleffing,
Long continuance and encreafing,
Hourly joys be ftill upon you,
Juno fings ber bleffings on you.
Cer. Earth's increase, and foyfon-plenty,
Barns and garners never empty,
Vines, with cluftring bunches growing,
Plants, with goodly lurtben bowing;
Spring come to you at the fartheft,
In the very end of barveft:
Scarcity and want shall shun you,
Ceres' bleffing fo is on you.
Fer. This is a moft majeftick vifion, and
Harmonious charming lay; may I be bold
To think these spirits?
Pro. Spirits which by mine art
I have from all their confines call'd, t'enact
My prefent fancies.
Fer. Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,
Make this place paradise.
Pro. Now filence, fweet!
There's fomething else to do; hufh, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marr'd.
Juno and Ceres whisper,. and fend Iris on imployment.
Iris. You nymphs call'd Nayads of the winding brooks,
With your fedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks,
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