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Leave your crifp channels, and on this green-land
You fun-burn'd ficklemen, of Auguft weary,
Enter certain reapers, properly habited; they join with the
Of the beaft Caliban, and his confed' rates,
Mir. Never till this day
Saw I him touch'd with anger, fo diftemper❜d.
Pro. Why, you do look, my fon, in a mov'd fort:
And, like the baseless fabrick of their vifion,
Be not difturb'd with my infirmity;
you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
To ftill my beating mind.
Fer. Mir. We wish you peace.
Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee, Ariel: come. Enter Ariel.
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; what's thy pleasure? Pro. Spirit!
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ari. Ay, my commander; when I presented Ceres,
Pro. But, fay again, where didft thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, Sir, they were red hot with drinking; So full of valour, that they fmote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kiffing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor, At which like unbackt colts they prickt their ears, Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their nofes, As they smelt mufick; fo I charm'd their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through Tooth'd briars, fharp furzes, pricking gofs and thorns, Which enter'd their frail fhins: at laft I left them I'th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake O'er-ftunk their feet.
Pro. This was well done, my bird;
Ari. I go, I go.
Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Enter Ariel loaden with gliftering apparel, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
Cal. Pray you, tread foftly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall; we now are near his cell,
Ste. Monfter, your Fairy, which you fay is a harmless Fairy, has done little better than play'd the Jack with us. Trin. Monster, I do fmell all horfe-pifs, at which my nofe is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine: do you hear, monfter? if I fhould take a displeasure against you? look you Trin. Thou wert but a loft monfter.
Cal. Good, good my lord, give me thy favour ftill:
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool
Ste. There is not only difgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite lofs.
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 head and ears for my labour.
Cal. Pry'thee, my King, be quiet: feeft 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. Oh, oh, monfter; 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 dropfie drown this fool! what do you mean To doat thus on fuch luggage? let it alone,
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our fkins with pinches ;
Ste. Be you quiet, monster. Miftrefs line, is not this my jerkin? now is the jerkin under the line: now, jer
kin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do; we teal by line and level, and't like your Grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that jeft, here's a garment for't: wit fhall not go unrewarded while I am King of this country: fieal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.
Trin. Monster, come put fome lime upon your fingers, and away with the reft,
Cal. I will have none on't; we fhall lose our time,
Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers; help to bear this away where my hoghead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this.
Trin. And this.
Ste. Ay, and this.
A noife of bunters beard.
Enter divers fpirits in fhape of bounds, hunting them about; Profpero and Ariel fetting
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Ari. Silver; there it goes, Silver!
Pro. Fury, Fury; there, Tyrant, there; hark, hark; Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulfions, fhorten up their finews With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
Ari. Hark, they roar,
Pro. Let them be hunted foundly.
At this hour
ACT V. SCENE 1.
Enter Profpero in his magick robes, and Ariel. OW does my project gather to a head; My charms crack not; my fpirits obey, and time Goes upright with his carriage: how's the day?
Ari. On the fixth hour, at which time, my lord,
Pro. I did fay fo,
When first I rais'd the tempeft; fay, my spirit,
In the fame fashion as you gave in charge,
Pro. Do'st thou think so, spirit?
Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human.
Pro. And mine fhall.
Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
In virtue than in vengeance; they being penitent,
Ari. I'll fetch them, Sir.
Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, ftanding lakes and groves,