To doat thus on fuch luggage? let's along,

And do the Murder first: if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ;
Make us ftrange Stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monfter. 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 fteal by line and level, and't like your Grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that jeft, here's a garment for't: wit fhall not go unrewarded, while I am King of this country: steal by line and level, is an excellent pafs of pate; there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the reft.

Cal. I will have none on't; we shall lofe our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or apes

With foreheads villanous low.

Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogfhead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this.

Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A noife of hunters heard. Enter divers fpirits in frape of bounds, hunting them about; Profpero and Ariel fetting them on. Calib. Steph. and Trinc. driven out, rearing. Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey.

Ari. Silver; there it

goes,

Silver.

Pro. Fury, Fury; there, Tyrant, there; hark, hark; Go, charge my goblins that they grind their Joints With dry Convulfions; fhorten up their finews

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

Ari. Hark, they roar.

Pro. Let them be hunted foundly. At this hour

Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:

Shortly fhall all my labours end, and thou,
Shalt have the air at freedom; for a little,
Follow, and do me fervice.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT V.

SCENE before the Cell.

Enter Profpero in his magick robes, and Arieł.

Pro. NOW does my project gather to a head; [time
My charms crack not; my fpirits obey, and
Goes upright with his carriage: how's the Day?
Ari. On the fixth hour, at which time, my lord,
You faid, our work fhould cease.

Pre. I did fay so,

When first I rais'd the tempeft; fay, my spirit,
How fares the King and's followers?

Ari. Confin'd

In the fame fashion as you gave in charge;
Juft as you left them, all your prifoners, Sir,
In the Lime 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,
Brim full of forrow and difmay; but, chiefly,
Him that you term'd the good old lord Gonzalo.
His Tears run down his beard, like winter drops

From Eaves of reeds; your charm fo ftrongly works 'em
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro. Doft thou think fo, fpirit?

Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human.
Pro. And mine fhall.

Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and fhall not my felf,

One of their kind, that relish all as harply,
Paffion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Tho' with their high wrongs I am ftruck to th' quick,
Yet, with my nobler reafon, 'gainft my fury

Do I take part; the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance; they being penitent,
The fole drift of my purpofe doth extend
Not a frown further; go, release them, Ariels

My

My Charms I'll break, their fenfes I'll reftore,
And they fhall be themselves.

Ari. I'll fetch them, Sir.

[Exit.
Pro. Yeelves of hills, brooks, ftanding lakes and groves,
And ye, that on the fands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune; and do fly him,
When he comes back; you demy puppets, that,
By moon-fhine do the green four ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whofe pakime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the folemn curfew; by whofe aid
(Weak mafters tho' ye be) I have be-dimm'd
The noon-tide fun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green fea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder
Have I giv'n fire, and rifted Jove's tout oak
With his own bolt: the ftrong-bas'd promontory
Have I made thake, and by the fpurs pluckt up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have wak'd their fleepers; op'd, and let them forth
By my fo potent art. But this rough magick
I here abjure; and when I have requir'd
Some heav'nly mufick, which ev'n now I de,
(To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for ;) I'll break my staff;
Bury it certain fadoms in the earth;

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

[Solemn mufick.

Here enters Ariel before; then Alonfo with a frantick Gefture,attended by Gonzalo. Sebaftian and Anthonie in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francifco. They all enter the circle which Profpero had made, and there ftand charm'd; which Profpero obferving, Speaks.

A folemn air, and the best comforter

To an unfettled fancy, cure thy brains

Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There ftand,
For you are fpell ftopt.-

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, ev'n fociable to th' fhew of thine,

Fall fellow drops. the charm diffolves apace;
And as the morning fteals upon the night,

Melting

Melting the darkness; fo their rifing senses
Begin to chafe the ign'rant fumes, that mantle
Their clearer reafon. O my good Gonzalo,
My true preferver, and a loyal Sir

To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didft thou, Alonfo, ufe me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;

Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebaftian, flesh and blood.
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorfe and nature; who with Sebaftian
(Whofe inward pinches therefore are moft ftrong)
Would here have kill'd your King; I do forgive thee,
Unnat'ral though thou art. Their understanding
Begins to fwell, and the approaching tide
Will fhortly fill the reasonable shore,

Arial,

That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me.
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;
I will difcafe me, and my felf present,

[Exit Ariel, and returns immediately.

As I was fometime Milan: quickly, Spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

[Ariel fings, and helps to attire him.

Where the bee fucks, there lurk 1;.

In a cowflip's bell I lie:

There I couch, when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly,

After Sunfet, merrily.

Merrily, merrily, fhall I live now,

Under the bloom, that hangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I fhall mifs thee; But

yet thou shalt have freedom. So, fo, fo.

To the King's fhip, invifible as thou art;

There fhalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain,

Being awake, enforce them to this place;

And presently, I pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

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Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

C 3

[Exit.

Gon.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here; fome heav'nly power guide us Out of this fearful country!

Pro. Behold, Sir King,

The wronged Duke of Milan, Profpero:
For more affurance that a living Prince
Does now fpeak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company I bid
A hearty welcome.

Alon. Be'ft thou he or no,

Or fome inchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know; thy pulfe
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and fince I faw thee,
Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a Madnefs held me; this must crave
(And if this be at all) a moft ftrange ftory:
Thy Dukedom I refign, and do intreat,

Thou pardon me my wrongs; but how should Prosperò
Be living, and be here?

Fro. Firft, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
Be meafur'd or confin'd.

Gonz. Whether this be,

Or be not, I'll not fwear.
Pro. You do yet tafte

Some fubtilties o' th' Ifle, that will not let you
Believe things certain: welcome, my friends all
But you, my brace of lords, were I fo minded,
I here could pluck his Highnefs' frown upon you,
And juftify you traitors; at this time

I'll tell no tales.

Seb. The devil fpeaks in him.

Pro. No:

For you, moft wicked Sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankeft faults; all of them; and require
My Dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

Alon. If thou be'it Profpero,

Give us particulars of thy prefervation,

How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince
Were wrackt upon this fhore; where I have loft

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