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Let me live here ever; So rare a wondered father, and a wife, Make this place Paradise.
[Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment. Pro.
Iris. You nymphs, called Naiads, of the wandering brooks,
Enter certain Nymphs. You sun-burned sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow, and be merry; Make holy-day: your rye-straws hats put on, And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing. Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they join with
the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks ; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.
Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come.—[To the Spirits.] Well done;- avoid ;
Fer. This is strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly. Mira.
Never till this day,
Pro. You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
Leave not a rack behind: We are such stuff
We wish you peace. [Ereunt. Pro. Come with a thought:- I thank you :-Ariel, come.
Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets ?
Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
Pro. This was well done, my bird :
go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all,
Re-enter ARIEL loaden with glistering apparel, fc. Even to roaring :- Come, hang them on this line.
PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN,
STEPHANO, and TRINCULO; all wet. Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you, —
Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favor still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hood-wink this mischance; therefore, speak softly; All's hushed as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,
Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonor in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
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 ears for
Cal. Pr’ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, This is the mouth of the cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischief, which may make this island Thine own forever, and I, thy Caliban, For aye, thy foot-licker.
Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! Oworthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!
Cal. Let it alone, thou fool: it is but trash.
Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery: - O king Stephano !
Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean, To doat thus on such luggage? Let it alone, And do the murder first; if he awake, From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ; Make us strange stuff.
Ste. Be you quiet, monster. — Mistress line, is not this my jerkin ? Now is the jerkin under the line; now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin. Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, and 't like your grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate: there's another garment for't.
Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turned to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villanous low.
Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.
Trin. And this.
Ste. Ay, and this. A noise of Hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits in shape
of hounds, and hunt them about ; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on. Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver ! Pro. Fury! Fury! there, Tyrant, there ! hark, hark !
[CAL. Ste. and Trin. are driven out.
Hark, they roar.
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
I did say so;
Ari. Confined together
Dost thou think so, spirit?
And mine shall.
I'll fetch them, sir. [Erit.