As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd; Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell, And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, Fer. Mir. We wish your peace. Pros. [to Ariel] Come with a thought! I thank ye [Exeunt Re-enter ARIEL. Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Spirit, Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought t' have told thee of it; but I fear'd Lest I might anger thee. Pros. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground Pros. This was well done, my bird. Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, Ari. I go, I go. Pros. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c. [Exit. PROSPERO and ARIEL remain, invisible. Enter CALIBAN, Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us. Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should Ste. take a displeasure against you, look you, Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster. Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still. Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly; Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool, Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss. Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster. Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour. Cal. Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st thou here, Ste. Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts. Trin. O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look what a wardrobe here is for thee! Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. 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 murder 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 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 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 apes With foreheads villanous low. Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out o 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, 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! Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them Ari. Hark, they roar! Pros. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Follow, and do me service. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Before the cell of Prospero. 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. Pros. I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and 's followers? Confin'd together Ari. 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-drops From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pros. Dost thou think so, spirit? And mine shall. Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd 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, Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel: Ari. I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pros. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And 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 pastime 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 winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd 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-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 By my so potent art. But this rough magic |