Yet take thy liberty, my chick;—and now,
Away, and to the elements be free :—
Farewell!

Ari. My ever gracious master, thanks.

SONG BY ARIEL.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry;

On the bat's back I do fly

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After summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

To my poor cell, where

[Exit ARIEL.

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train
you shall take your rest
This night; and learn the story of my life,
Since I came to this isle; soon in the morn,
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples ;-
Where I have hope to see the nuptials

Of these our dear beloved solemnized ;-
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon. I long

To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all :

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
With sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off. And when I have
Requir'd one airy vision of my spirits,-
Which even now I do, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.

[PROSPERO waves his Wand,-the Scene vanishes, and discovers a View of a calm Sea, and the King's Ship riding at Anchor.

Where art thou, Ariel? Come;

For the last time obey.

Ari. [From the Sky.] Hail, Prospero, hail !
Pro. Approach, descend; be visible to all.
[ARIEL and other SPIRITS descend in bright
Clouds.

Ari. I come, best master;
And, for the freedom I enjoy in air,

I will be still your Ariel, and wait
On all the accidents that work for fate;
Whatever may your happiness concern
From your still faithful Ariel you shall learn.

Quartetto and Chorus, by ARIEL and the SPIRITS.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I ;

In a cowslip's bell I lie ;

There I couch when owls do cry:

On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily.—

Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

[ARIEL and the SPIRITS reascend into the Sky.

Pro. Farewell my much lov'd Ariel: thou shalt

find

I will retain thee ever in my mind.

You look in a mov'd sort,

[TO ALONSO.

As if you were dismay'd; be cheerful, sir :
Our revels are now ended: these our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

4

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.-My work is done.

[Breaks his Wand.

Henceforth this land to the afflicted be
A place of refuge, as it was to me:

On my retreat, let Heaven and nature smile,
And ever flourish the Enchanted Isle !

THE END.

[Exeunt Omnes.

OR,

WHAT YOU WILL;

A COMEDY,

IN FIVE ACTS;

BY WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRES ROYAL,

DRURY LANE AND COVENT GARDEN.

PRINTED UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF THE MANAGERS

FROM THE PROMPT BOOK.

WITH REMARKS

BY MRS. INCHBALD.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, AND ORME, PATERNOSTER ROW.