Pro. Fairly fpoke; Sit then, and talk with her, fhe is thine own. Ari. What would my potent Mafter? here I am. In fuch another Trick; go bring the Rabble, Ari. Presently? 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 do'ft hear me call. Ari. Well, I conceive. Pro. Look thou be true; do not give Dalliance Too much the Rein; the ftrongeft Oaths are Straw Or else good-night your Vow. Fer. Iwarrant you, Sir, The white cold Virgin-Snow, upon my Heart, Pro. Well. Now come my Ariel, bring a Corolary, [Exit. Rather than want a Spirit, appear, and pertly. [Soft Mufick. No Tongue; all Eyes; be filent. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, moft bounteous Lady, the rich Leas Το To make cold Nymphs chafte Crowns; and thy Broom-groves, Cer. Hail many-colour'd Meffenger, that ne'er Who, with thy Saffron Wings, upon my Flowers On the blefs'd Lovers. Cer. Tell me heav'nly Bow, If Venus or her Son, as thou do'ft know, Do now attend the Queen? fince they did plot Iris. Of her Society Be not afraid; I met her Deity Cutting the Clouds towards Paphos, and her Son Mars's hot Minion is return'd again; Her wafpish-headed Son has broke his Arrows, Cer. Highest Queeen of State, Great Juno comes, I know her by her Gate. Ju. How does my bounteous Sifter? Go with me Ju. Honour, Riches, Marriage Bleffing, Fer. This is a moft majestick Vision, and Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art I have from all their Confines call'd, to enact Fer. Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd Father, and a Wife, Pro. Sweet now, Silence: [They fing There's fomething else to do; hufh, and be mute, Juno and Ceres whisper, and fend Iris on Imployment. You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen, of August weary, Ente From me he got it. If thy Greatness will Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it, and I'll ferve thee. Canft thou bring me to the Party? Cal. Yea, yea, my Lord, I'll yield him thee asleep, Cal. What a pyde Ninny's this? Thou scurvy Patch! I do befeech thy Greatnefs give him Blows, And take his Bottle from him; when that's gone, Ste. Trinculo, run into no further Danger: Interrupt the Monster one Word further, and by this Hand I'll turn my Mercy out o' Doors, and make a Stock-fish of thee. Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go no further off. Ste. Didft thou not fay he ly'd: Ari. Thou lieft. Ste. Do I fo? Take you that. As you like this, give me the Lie another time. [Beats him. Trin. I did not give thee the Lie; out o' your Wits and Hearing too? A pox o' your Bottle, this can Sack and Drinking do: Cal. Ha, ha, ha. Ste. Now forward with your Tale; prethee ftand fur ther off. Cal. Beat him enough; after a little time I'll beat him too. Ste. Stand further; come proceed. Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a Cuftom with him First to poffefs his Books; for without them One Spirit to command: They all do hate him But fhe as far furpaffeth Sycorax As greateft does the leaft. Ste. Is it fo brave a Lafs? Cal. Ay, Lord; fhe will become thy Bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave Brood. Ste. Monfter, I will kill this Man: His Daughter and I will be King and Queen, fave our Graces; and Trinculo and thy felf fhall be Vice-Roys. Doft thou like the Plot, Trinculo? Trin. Excellent. Ste. Give me thy Hand; I am forry I beat thee: But while thou liv'ft keep a good Tongue in thy Head. Cal. Within this half Hour will he be afleep; Wilt thou deftroy him then? Ste. Ay, on mine Honour. Ari. This will I tell my Mafter. Cal. Thou mak'ft me merry; I am full of Pleafure: Let us be jocund. Will you troul the Catch You taught me but whileare? Ste. At thy Request, Monster, I will do Reafon, And Reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us fing. [Sings. Flout 'em, and caut 'em; and skont 'em, and flout 'em ; Thought is free. Cal. That's not the Tune. [Ariel plays the Tune on a Tabor and Pipe. Ste. What is this fame? Trin. This is the Tune of our Catch, plaid by the Pi&ture of No-body. Ste. If thou be'ft a Man, fhew thy felf in thy Likeness: If thou be'ft a Devil, take't as thou lift. Trin. Q forgive me my Sin. D 4 Ste |