Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish

65 One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers Are 'like invulnerable. If you could hurt,

Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,

And will not be uplifted. But, remember

(For that's my business to you), that you three 70 From Milan did supplant good Prospero,

Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it,

Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the seas and shores, yea all the creatures,
75 Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft, and do pronounce by me,
Lingering perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once) shall step by step attend

You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from 80 (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads), is nothing, but heart-sorrow,

And a clear life ensuing.

He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mocks and mowes, and carry out the table.

Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Perform'd, my Ariel: a grace it had, devouring:

85 Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated,

In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life

And observation strange, my meaner ministers

Their several kinds have done. My high charms work, And these mine enemies are all knit up

90 In their distractions: they now are in my power;
And in these fits I leave them, while I visit

Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drown'd),
And his and mine lov'd darling.

65

[Exit Prospero from above.

plumbe F, corr. by Rowe. 81 hearts-sorrow F, em. by Cambr. Edd. 92 who Hanmer cj. my Rowe cj.

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Gon. I' the name of something holy, Sir, why stand you 45 In this strange stare?

Alon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous ! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. 100 Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.

I'll fight their legions o'er.

[Exit. Seb. But one fiend at a time,

Ant. I'll be thy second.

[Exeunt Seb. and Ant.

Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt,

105 Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the spirits. -I do beseech you,
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,
And hinder them from what this ecstasy

May now provoke them to.

Adr. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt.

99 base F, corr, by Johnson.

ACT IV.

SCENE 1.-Before PROSPERO's cell.

Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA-
Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you,
Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have given you here a third of mine own life,
Or that for which I live; who once again
5 I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off,

10 For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.

Against an oracle.

Fer. I do believe it

Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: but

15 If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may

With full and holy rite be minister'd,

No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
20 Sour-ey'd disdain and discord shall bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly,
That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
As Hymen's lamps shall light you.

Fer. As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,

3 thrid Tollet, thread Theobald.

in F2.

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guift in F.)

4 whom Pope.

9 of F, corr.

guest F, corr. by Rowe (in 1. 8 the word gift is spelt 19 barraine F.

25 With such love as 't is now; the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our stomer Genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into lust, to take away

The edge of that day's celebration,

co When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, Or Night kept chain'd below.

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Pro. Fairly spoke.

Sit then, and talk with her; she is thine own.—
What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!

Enter ARIEL.

Ar. What would my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you

In such another trick: go, bring the rabble,

O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
Incite them to quick motion; for I must

40 Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise,
And they expect it from me.

Pro. Ay, with a twink.

Ar. Presently?

Ar. Before you can say, come, and go,

45 And breathe twice, and cry, so, so:
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mowe.
Do you love me, master? no?
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel.

50 Till thou dost hear me call.

Do not approach,

Ar. Well, I conceive. [Exit. 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!

25 loue, as 't is now the F, the punctuation rectified by former Edd. 53 abstenious F, corr. in F".

Fer. I warrant you, Sir;

55 The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver.

60

Pro. Well.

Now come, my Ariel, bring a corollary,

Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly!—
No tongue; all eyes; be silent.

Enter IRIS.

[Soft music

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 banks with pioned and twilled brims,

65 Which spongy April at thy hest 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, sterile and rocky hard, 70 Where thou thyself dost air: the queen o' the sky, Whose watery arch and messenger am I,

Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain; 75 Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Enter CERES.

Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;

Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffusest honeydrops, refreshing showers:

80 And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,

61 Fetches F. 62 Turphie-Mountaines F. 61 peonied and lilied Hanmer (Steevens). 69 stirrile F. 72 Iuno descends F marg.

here F, corr. by Rowe.