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Each one, tripping on his toe,
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach,
Well I conceive.
[Erit. Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i' the blood : be more abstemious, Or else, good night, your vow! Fer.
I warrant you, sir; The white cold virgin snow npon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver. Pro.
Well. Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertlyNo tongue; all eyes ; be silent. [Soft music.
A Masque. Enter Iris.
Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease ; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep ; Thy bauks with peonied and lilied brims, Which spongy April at thy hestt betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom
groves, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard ; And thy sea marge, steril, and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost air: The queen o' the sky, Whose watery arch, and messenger, am I, Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereigo grace, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain; Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate;
Tell me, heavenly bow,
Of her society
Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.
Enter Juno. Juno. How does my bouuteous sister? Go with me To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, And honour'd in their issue.
Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Spirits, which by mine art
Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'dt father, and a wife, Make this place Paradise. (Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on
Sweet now, silence; Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd. Iris. You nymphs, call’d Naiads, of the wand'ring
brooks, With your sedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land Answer your summons; Juvo does command:
† Able to produce such wonders.
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
Enter certain Nymphs.
You sun-burn's sicklemen, of August weary,
Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they
join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof Prospero 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 most strange : your father's in some
passion That works bim strongly. Miru.
Never till this day,
Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort,
| Leave not a rack* behind: We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
(Ereunt. 1 Pro. Come with a thought :- I thank you :-Ariel,
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; What's thy pleasure?
Spirit, 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 didstthou leave these varlets?
Ari. I told you, sir, they werered-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 entered their frail ships: at last I left them I'the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'er-stunk their feet.
• A body of clouds in motion ; but it is most probable that the author wrote track.