Though fools at home condemn 'em. Gon. If in Naples I fhould report this now, would they believe me? (For, certes, these are people of the island), Many; nay, almost any. Pro. Honeft Lord, Thou haft faid well; for fome of you there prefent Alon. I cannot too much mufe, Such fhapes, fuch gefture, and fuch found, expreffing (Although they want the ufe of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb difcourfe. Pro. Praife, in departing Fran. They vanifh'd ftrangely. Seb. No matter, fince They've left their viands behind; for we have ftomachs. Wilt please you taste of what is here? Alon. Not I. Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Who would believe, that there were mountaineers, Alon. I will ftand to, and feed, Although my laft; no matter, fince I feel It was a custom heretofore, for people, upon their going forth to travel, to put out fums of money upon contracts, to receive the fame back with increase upon their return; which increafe bore a proportion to the length and danger of the voyages they undertook ; and upon those which were very long and very hazardous it sometimes rofe to 500 per cent. See Ben. Johnson, Every man out of his humour, act . fcene 3See alfo Morifon's Itinerary, part 1. p. 198. SCENE IV. Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy, claps his wings upon the table, and with a queint device the banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of fin, whom destiny Are minifters of fate; the elements, One down that's in my plume: my fellow-minifters You and your ways; whofe wrath to guard you from, (Which here in this inoft defolate ifle elfe falls Upon your heads), is nothing but heart's forrow, and He vanishes in thunder: then, to foft mufic, Enter the hapes again, and dance with mops and morwes,. carrying out the table. Pro. Bravely the figure of this harpy haft thou. Perform'd, my Arich; a grace it had, devouring Of my inftruction haft thou nothing 'bated,. In what thou hadft to say: fo with good life, Their several kinds have done; my high charms work, In their diftractions: they are in my power; [Exit Profpero from above. Gon. I' th' name of fomething holy, Sir, why ftand In this ftrange ftare? [you Alon. O, it is monftrous! monftrous ! "Methoughts the billows fpoke, and told me of it; "The winds did fing it to me; and the thunder, "That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd "The name of Profper: it did bafe my trefpafs.. Therefore my fon i' th' ooze is bedded; and I'll feek him deeper than e'er plummet founded, And with him there lie mudded. Seb. But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. I'll be thy fecond.. Gon. All three of them are defperate; guilt, [Exit. [Exeunt their great "Like poifon giv'n to work a great time after, May now provoke them to. Adri. Follow, I pray you, ACT IV. [Exeunt. SCENE I Profpero's cell. Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. F I have too aufterely punish'd you, Your compenfation makes amends; for I Haft ftrangely ftood the teft. Here, afore heaven, Fer. I believe it, Against an oracle. Pro. Then as my gift, and thine own acquifition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter. But "If thou doft break her virgin-knot, before "All fanctimonious ceremonies may "With full and holy rite be minister'd, "No fweet afperfions shall the heav'ns let fall "To make this contract grow: but barren hate, "Sour-ey'd difdain, and difcord fhall beftrew "The union of your bed with weeds fo loathly, "That you shall hate it both therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps fhall light you. Fer. As I hope For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life, With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkieft den, Mine honour into luft; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When fhall think or Phoebus' fteeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below. Pro. Fairly fpoke. Sit then, and talk with her, fhe is thine own. SCENE II. Enter Ariel. Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I muft ufe you In fuch another trick; go, bring the tabble, O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place: Ari. Prefently? Pro. Ay, with a twink. - Ari. Before you can fay, Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, So, fo; Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mow. Do you love me, mafter? no? Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach, Till thou dost hear me call. Ari. Well, I conceive. Pro.. Look thou be true; do not give dalliance Fer. I warrant you, Sir; The white, cold, virgin-fnow upon my heart Pro. Well. Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary, [Exit. [To Ferdinand. [Soft mufic. SCENE III. A mafque. Enter Iris. To make cold nymphs chafte crowns; and thy brown groves, Whofe fhadow the difmiffed bachelor loves, Being lafs-lorn; thy pale-clipt vineyard, Where thou thyfelf do'ft air; the Queen o' th' fky, Bids thee leave thefe; and with her fov'reign grace, |