Incens'd the Seas and Shores, yea, all the Creatures,
Against your Peace: Thee of thy Son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Lingring Perdition, worse than any Death
Can be at once, fhall Step by Step attend
You and your Ways, whofe Wraths to guard you from,
Which here, in this moft defolate Ifle, elfe falls
Upon your Heads, is nothing but Heart's-forrow,
And a clear Life enfuing.
He vanishes in Thunder: Then, to soft Musick, Enter the Shapes again, and dance with Mocks and Mowes, and carrying out the Table.
Pro. Bravely the Figure of this Harpy haft thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a Grace it had devouring:
Of my Inftruction haft thou nothing bated
In what thou hadft to fay: So with good Life,
And Obfervation ftrange, my meaner Ministers
Their several Kinds have done; my high Charms work,
And these, mine Enemies, are all knit up
In their Distractions: They now are in my Power;
And in these Fits I leave them, while I vifit
Young Ferdinand, whom they fuppofe is drown'd,
And his, and my lov'd Darling,
Gon. I'th' Name of fomething holy, Sir, why ftand you in this ftrange Stare?
Alon. O, it is monftrous! monftrous!
Methought 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 Son i'th' Ooze is bedded; and
I'll feek him deeper than e'er Plummet founded,
And with him there lye mudded.
Seb. But one Fiend at a time,
I'll fight their Legions o'er.
Ant. I'll be thy Second.
Gon. All three of them are defperate; their great Guilt
Like Poison giv'n to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the Spirits. I do befeech you,
That are of fuppler Joints, follow them swiftly,
And hinder them from what this Extafie
Adri. Follow, I pray you.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
Pro. JF I have too aufterely punish'd you,
Your Compenfation makes Amends; for I
Have given you here a Third of mine own Life,
Or that for which I live; who once again
I render to thy Hand: All thy Vexations
Were but my Trials of thy Love, and thou
Haft ftrangely ftood the Teft. Here afore Heav'n
I ratifie this my rich Gift: O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me that I boaft her off;
For thou shalt find the will out-ftrip all Praife,
And make it halt behind her.
Fer. I do believe it
Against an Oracle.
Pro. Then, as my Gift, and thine own Acquifition
Worthily purchas'd, take my Daughter.
If thou doft break her Virgin-knot before
All fanctimonious Ceremonies may,
With full and holy Rite, be miniftred,
No fweet Afperfions fhall 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 lothly
That you fhall hate it both: Therefore take heed,
As Hymen's Lamps fhall light you.
For quiet Days, fair Iffue, and long Life,
With fuch Love as 'tis now, the murkieft Den,
The most opportune Place, the ftrong'ft Suggeftion,
Our worfer Genius can, fhall never melt
Mine Honour into Luft, to take away
The Edge of that Day's Celebration,
When I fall think or Phoebus Steeds are founder'd,
Or Night kept chain'd below.
Sit then, and talk with her, fhe is thine own.
What, Ariel; my induftrious Servant, Ariel.
Enter Ariel.
Ari. What would my potent Mafter? here I am.
Pro. Thou, and thy meaner Fellows, your laft Service
Did worthily perform; and I must use you
In fuch another Trick; go bring the Rabble,
O'er whom I give thee Power, here, to this Place;
Incite them to quick Motion, for I must
Beftow upon the Eyes of this young Couple
Some Vanity of mine Art; it is my Promise,
And they expect it from me.
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.
Pro. Look thou be true; do not give Dalliance
Too much the Rein; the ftrongest Oaths are Straw
To th' Fire i'th' Blood: Be more Abftemious,
Or elfe good-night your Vow.
Fer. Iwarrant you, Sir,
The white cold Virgin-Snow, upon my Heart,
Abates the Ardours of my Liver.
Now come my Ariel, bring a Corolary,
Rather than want a Spirit, appear, and pertly. [Soft Mufick No Tongue; all Eyes; be filent.
Iris. Ceres, moft bounteous Lady, the rich Leas
Of Whear, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oats, and Pease;
Thy turfy Mountains, where live nibling Sheep,
And flat Medes thetch'd with Stover, them to keep;
Thy Banks with pioned, and tulip'd Brims,
Which spungy April, at thy Heft betrims,
To make cold Nymphs chafte Crowns; and thy Broom-groves,
Whofe Shadow the difmiffed Batchelor loves,
Being Lafs-lorn; thy pole-clipt Vineyard,
And thy Sea-marge fteril, and rocky hard,
Where thou thy felf do'ft Air; the Queen o'th' Sky,
Whose watry Arch, and Meffenger, am I,
Bids thee leave thefe, and with her Sov'raign Grace,
Here on this Grafs-plot, in this very Place [Juno defcends.
To come, and fport; her Peacocks fly amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Enter Ceres.
Cer. Hail many-colour'd Meffenger, that ne'er
Do'ft difobey the Wife of Jupiter
Who, with thy Saffron Wings, upon my Flowers
Diffuseft Honey Drops, refreshing Showers,
And with each end of thy blue Bow do'ft Crown
My bosky Acres, and my unfhrub'd Down,
Rich Scarf to my proud Earth; why hath thy Queen
Summon'd me hither, to this fhort-grafs'd Green?
Iris. A Contract of true Love to celebrate,
And fome Donation freely to eftate
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
The Means, that dusky Dis, my Daughter, got:
Her, and her blind Boy's scandal'd Company,
I have forfworn.
Iris. Of her Society
Be not afraid; I met her Deity
Cutting the Clouds towards Paphos, and her Son
Dove-drawn with her; here thought they to have done
Some wanton Charm upon this Man and Maid,
Whose Vows are, that no Bed-right shall be paid
'Till Hymen's Torch be lighted; but in vain
Mars's hot Minion is return'd again;
Her wafpifh-headed Son has broke his Arrows,
Swears he will fhoot no more, but play with Sparrows,
And be a Boy right-out.
Cer. Highest Queeen of State,
Great Juno comes, I know her by her Gate
Jn. How does my bounteous Sifter? Go with me
To blefs this Twain, that they may profperous be,
And honour'd in their Iffue.
Ju. Honour, Riches, Marriage Bleffing,
Long Continuance and encreafing,
Hourly Foys be still upon you,
Juno fings her Bleffings on you:
Earth's Increafe, and Foyzon plenty,
Barns and Garners never empty,
Vines, with cluftring Bunches growing,
Plants, with goodly Burthen bowing:
Spring come to you at the fartheft,
In the very End of Harvest:
Scarcity and Want shall shun you,
Ceres Bleffing fo is on you.
Fer. This is a most majestick Vision, and
Harmonious charmingly; may I be bold
To think these Spirits?
Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art
I have from all their Confines call'd, to enact
My prefent Fancies.
Fer. Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder'd Father, and a Wife,
Makes this Place Paradife.
Pro. Sweet now, Silence:
June and Ceres whisper feriously;
There's fomething else to do; hush, and be mute,
Or else our Spell is marr'd.
Juno and Ceres whisper, and fend Iris on Imployment.
Iris. You Nymphs call'd Nayades of the winding Brooks,
With your fedg'd Crowns, and ever-harmless Looks,
Leave your crifp Channels, and on this Green-land
Answer your Summons, Juno does Command:
Come, temperate Nymphs, and help to celebrate
A Contract of true Love; be not too late.
Enter certain Nymphs.
You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the Furrow, and be merry;
Make Holy-day; your Rye-ftraw Hats put on,
And these fresh Nymphs encounter every one
In Country footing.
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