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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 you mean, To dote thus on such luggage? Let's along,

And do the murther first: if he awake,

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 240 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 245 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 to apes

250 With foreheads villanous low.

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Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of 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, hunting them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ar. Silver! there it goes, Silver!

231 alone F, along Theobald. 239 and't F.

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murther F (not murder).

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

Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints 260 With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews

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

Ar. Hark, they roar.

Pro. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:

265 Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little Follow, and do me service.

264 Lies F, em. by Rowe.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Before the Cell of PROSPERO.

Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL. Pro. 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? Ar. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, 5 You said our work should cease.

Pro. I did say so,

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

Ar. Confin'd together

In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them, Sir; all prisoners
10 In the line-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,

Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly

15 Him that you term'd, Sir, The good old lord Gonzalo; His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops

From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em, That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit?

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Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I human.

Pro. And mine shall.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling

Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,

7 Pope omitted together, others read king and his (without followers). 9 them; all prisoners Sir F, transposed by former Edd. your F, you F3. runs F. 20 humane F.

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One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?

25 Though with their high wrongs I am strook to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury

Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

30 Not a frown further.

Go release them, Ariel;

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

Ar. I'll fetch them, Sir. [Exit.

Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot 25 Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back: you demi-puppets, that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice 40 To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid

(Weak masters though ye be) I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
45 Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth
50 By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure: and, when I have required
Some heavenly music (which even now I do),
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
55 Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,

And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.

25 strook is the spelling of F. 39 Mushrumps F.

[Solemn music.

Re-enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO, in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO. They all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks.

A solemn air, and the best comforter

To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,

60 Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace;
65 And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.-0 thou good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

70 To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed.-Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;-

Thou 'rt pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood, 75 You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,

Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong),
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding

80 Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me.—Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

85 I will discase me, and myself present,

60 boile F, corr. by Pope.

75

[Exit Ariel.

68 thou om. F, added by Sidney

Walker. entertaine F, corr. in F. To whom F, corr. by Rowe. 81 shore F, corr. by former Edd.