Alon. O, it is monftrous! monftrous ! Seb. But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. I'll be thy fecond. [Exit. [Exeunt. Gon. All three of them are defp'rate; their great guilt, Like poifon giv'n to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the fpirits. I beseech you That are of fuppler joints, follow them swiftly, And hinder them from what this ecstasy May now provoke them to. Adr. Follow, I pray you.. F I have too aufterely punish'd you, Your compenfation makes amends; for I I ratify I ratify this my rich gift: Ferdinand, For thou fhalt find she will outstrip all praise, 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 minifter'd, Fer. As I hope For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life, With fuch love as 'tis now: the murkieft den, The most opportune place, the ftrong'st suggestion Mine honour into luft, to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd, Pro. Moft fairly fpoke. Sit then, and talk with her, fhe is thine own. What, Ariel; my industrious fervant, Ariel L SCENE II. Enter Ariel. Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Did worthily perform; and I must use you In In fuch another trick; go, bring the rabble, Bestow upon the eyes couple Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise, And they expect it from me. Pro. Ay, with a twink. Ari. Before you can fay, Come and go, And breathe twice; and cry, fo, so; Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mow. Do you love me, master? no? Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach, "Till thou doft hear me call. Ari. Well, I conceive. Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance Fer. I warrant you, fir, The white, cold, virgin-fnow upon my heart Pro. Well. Now come, my Ariel, bring a corollary, Rather than want a fpirit, appear, and pertly. SCENE III. A MASQUE. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, moft bounteous lady, thy rich leas [Exit. [Soft mufick. Which fpungy April at thy heft betrims, To make cold nymphs chafte crowns; and thy brown groves, [Juno defcends. Bids thee leave thefe, and with her fov'reign grace, Enter Ceres. Cer. Hail, many-colour'd meffenger, that ne'er Who, with thy faffron wings, upon my flowers Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen Cer. Tell me, heav'nly bow, If Venus, or her fon, as thou doft know, Iris. Of her fociety Be not afraid: I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her fon "Till 'Till Hymen's torch be lighted; but in vain: Her waspish-headed fon has broke his arrows, Cer. High queen of state, Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait. Jun. Honour, riches, marriage bleffing, Fer. This is a most majestick vision, and Pro. Spirits, which by mine art I have from all their confines call'd, t'enact Fer. Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd father and a wife Make this place paradise. Pro. Now, filence, fweet! There's something else to do; hush, and be mute, [They fing. Juno |