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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 your grace.

Steph. 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 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
With foreheads villainous low.

Steph. 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. carry this.

Trin. And this.

Steph. Ay, and this.

Go to;

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

Pros. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver; there it goes, Silver !

Pros. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark!

[CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their


With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them,

Than pard or cat o' mountain.


Hark, they roar!

Pros. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour

Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:

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



SCENE I. Before PROSPERO's cell.

Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes; and ARIEL. Pros. 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? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,

You said our work should cease.


I did say so, When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and 's followers?

Ari. Confined together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir, In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; They cannot budge till your release. The king, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, And the remainder mourning over them,

Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
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.


Dost thou think so, spirit?

Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.


And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply
Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck 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
Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel,
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.


I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pros. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;


ye, that on the sands with printless foot 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


Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
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

And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
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,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.
[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,
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;
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.-O good Gonzalo !
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

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 art pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh
and blood,

You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with

(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong),

Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive


Unnatural, though thou art.-Their understanding

Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore

That now lies 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 :

[Exit ARIEL. I will discase me, and myself present, As I was sometime Milan.-Quickly, spirit; Thou shalt ere long be free.

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