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Leave your crifp channels, and on this green-land
Anfwer your fummons, Juno does command:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.
Enter certain Nymphs.

You fun-burn'd ficklemen, of Auguft weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry;
Make holy-day; your rye-ftraw 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 Profpero farts fuddenly, and speaks; after rubich, to a Arange, bollow and confused noife, they vanife.

Pro. I had forgot that foul confpiracy Of the beaft Caliban, and his confed' rates, Against my life; the minute of their plot

Is almoft come. Well done, avoid; no more.

Fer. This is moft ftrange; your father's in fome paffion

That works him ftrongly.

Mir. Never till this day

Saw I him touch'd with anger, fo diftemper❜d.

Pro. Why, you do look, my fon, in a mov'd fort:

As if you were difmay'd; be chearful, Sir:

Our revels now are ended: thefe our actors,
As I foretold you, were all fpirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the bafelefs fabrick of their vifion,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe itfelf,
Yea, all which it inherit, fhall diffolve,
And, like this infubftantial pageant faded,
Leave not a track behind. We are fuch ftuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life

Is rounded with a fleep. Sir, I am vext;

Bear with my weakness, my old brain is troubled :
Be not difturb'd with my infirmity;

If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,

And there repofe; a turn or two I'll walk



To ftill my beating mind.

Fer. Mir. We wish you peace.

[Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee, Ariel: come.

Enter Ariel.

Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; what's thy pleasure? Pro. Spirit!

We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Ari. Ay, my commander; when I prefented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd

Left I might anger thee.

Pro. But, fay again, where didft thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, Sir, they were red hot with drinking; So full of valour, that they fmote the air

For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kiffing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor,
At which like unbackt colts they prickt their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their nofes,
As they smelt mufick; fo I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through
Tooth'd briars, fharp furzes, pricking gofs and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail fhins: at laft I left them
I'th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,

There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake
O'er-ftunk their feet.

Pro. This was well done, my bird;
Thy fhape invifible retain thou ftill;

The trumpery in my houfe, go bring it hither,
For ftale to catch these thieves.

Ari. I go, I go.

Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never ftick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, are all loft, quite loft;
And, as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers; I will plague them all,
Even to roaring: come, hang them on this line.



Enter Ariel loaden with gliftering apparel, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.

Cal. Pray you, tread foftly, that the blind mole may not

Hear a foot fall; we now are near his cell,


Ste. Monfter, your Fairy, which you fay is a harmless Fairy, has done little better than play'd the Jack with us. Trin. Monster, I do fmell all horse-pifs, at which my nofe is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine: do you hear, monfter? if I fhould take a displeasure against you? look you

Trin. Thou wert but a loft monster.

Cal. Good, good my lord, give me thy favour fill: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to

Shall hood-wink this mifchance; therefore speak foftly; All's husht as midnight yet.

Trin. Ay, but to lofe our bottles in the pool

Ste. There is not only difgrace and difhonour in that, monster, but an infinite lofs.

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 head and ears for my labour.

Cal. Pry'thee, my King, be quiet: feeft thou here,
This is the mouth o'th' cell; no noife, and enter;
Do that good mischief which may make this Island
Thine own for ever; and I, thy Caliban,

For ay 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. Oh, oh, monfter; 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 dropfie drown this fool! what do you mean To doat thus on fuch luggage? let it alone,

And do the murder first: if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our fkins with pinches ;
Make us ftrange stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monster. Miftrefs line, is not this my jerkin? now is the jerkin under the line: now, jer

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kin, you are like to lofe 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 jeft, here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am King of this country: fleal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monfter, come put fome lime upon your fingers, and away with the reft,

Cal. I will have none on't; we fhall lofe our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or apes,

With foreheads villainous low.

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

Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A noife of bunters beard. Enter divers fpirits in fhape of bounds, hunting them about; Profpero and Ariel fetting

them on.

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver; there it goes, Silver!

Pro. Fury, Fury; there, Tyrant, there; hark, hark; Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulfions, fhorten up their finews

With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them Than pard, or cat o' mountain.

Ari. Hark, they roar,

Pro. Let them be hunted foundly. At this hour

Lye at my mercy all mine enemies;

Shortly fhall all my labours end, and thou

Shalt have the air at freedom; for a little
Follow, and do me fervice.



Enter Profpero in his magick robes, and Ariel,


OW does my project gather to a head; My charms crack not; my fpirits obey, and time Goes upright with his carriage: how's the day?


Ari. On the fixth hour, at which time, my lord,
You faid our work fhould cease.

Pro. I did fay fo,

When first I rais'd the tempeft; fay, my spirit,
How fares the King and's followers?

Ari. Confin'd

In the fame fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them, all your prisoners, Sir,
In the Lime-Grove which weather-fends your cell.
They cannot budge till you release. The King,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of forrow and difmay; but chiefly
He that you term'd the good old lord Gonzalo,
His tears run down his beard, like winter drops
From eaves of reeds; your charm fo strongly works 'em,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro. Do'st thou think fo, fpirit?

Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human.

Pro. And mine fhall.

Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and fhall not myself

One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

Paffion'd as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Tho' with their high wrongs I am ftruck to th' quick,
Yet, with my nobler reafon, 'gainst my fury
Do I take part; the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance; they being penitent,
The fole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further: go release them, Ariel;

My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they fhall be themselves.

Ari. I'll fetch them, Sir.



Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, ftanding lakes and groves,
'And ye that on the fands with printless foot
Do chafe the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back; you demy-puppets that
By moon-fhine do the green four ringlets make,

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