Or elfe good-night your vow. Fer. I warrant you, Sir, The white, cold virgin-fnow upon my heart Pro. Well. Now come, my Ariel, bring a corollary, SCENE III. A MASQU E. Enter Iris. [Soft mufick. Iris. Ceres, moft 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, Which fpungy April at thy heft betrims, [groves, 2 To make cold nymphs chafte crowns; and thy brown Whose shadow the difmiffed batchelor loves, 3 Being lafs-lorn; thy 'pale-clipt` vineyard, And thy fea-marge fteril, and rocky-hard, Where thou thy felf do'ft air; the Queen o' th' sky, Bids thee leave these, and with her Sov'reign Grace, Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. Enter Ceres. Cer. Hail many-colour'd meffenger, that ne'er Who, with thy faffron wings, upon my flowers E 3 thatch'd with z broom-groves, Rich ! Rich fcarf to my proud earth; why hath thy Queen Cer. Tell me, heav'nly bow, If Venus or her fon, as thou do'ft know, Iris. Of her fociety Be not afraid: I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her fon Mars's hot minion is return'd again; Her wafpifh-headed fon has broke his arrows, 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 blessing, Long continuance and encreafing, Juno fings her bleffings on you. 4'Cer.`Earth's increase, and foyfon-plenty, Barns and garners never empty, Vines, with cluftring bunches growing, [They fing. Spring 4 All former editions very improperly give this whole fonnet to Juno. . . . Theobald. Spring come to you at the fartheft, Fer. This is a moft majestick vifion, and Pro. Spirits which by mine art I have from all their confines call'd, t' enact Fer. Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife, Pro. 'Now filence, fweet! There's fomething elfe to do; hufh, and be mute, Juno and Ceres whisper, and fend Fris on imployment. Iris. You nymphs call'd Nayads of the winding brooks, With your fedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks, Leave your crifp channels, and on this green-land Answer 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, 5 Sweet now, filence: Jurand Ceres whifper ferioufly; There's fomething else to do; E 4 SCENE Enter certain reapers, properly habited; they join with the nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof Profpero farts fuddenly, and speaks; after which, to a Strange, bollow and confufed noife, they vanish. Pro. I had forgot that foul confpiracy Of the beaft Caliban, and his confed❜rates, Against my life; the minute of their plot 6 Is almoft come. Well done, avoid, no more. [paffion Ferd. This is most strange; your father's in fome That works him strongly. Mira. 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 dismay'd; be chearful, Sir: Our revels now are ended: thefe our actors, Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the bafeless fabrick of their vifion, 8 Leave not a track behind. We are fuch stuff If 'you' be pleas'd, retire into my cell, Fer. Mira. We wish you peace. [Exeunt. Pre. Come with a thought; I thank thee, Ariel: come. 6 This is strange; 9 thou 7 You look, 8 rack Enter 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. [varlets? Pro. But, fay again, where didft thou leave these 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 Pro. This was well done, my bird; Thy shape invisible retain thou ftill; The trumpery in my houfe, go bring it hither, Ari. I go, I go. 2 Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature [Exit. SCENE |