No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall Fer. As I hope With such love as 't is now, the murkiest den, Mine honour into lust, to take away The edge of that day's celebration 20 When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, 30 Or Night kept chain'd below. Pros. Fairly spoke. Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own. Enter ARIEL Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pros. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you In such another trick. Go bring the rabble, Ari. Pros. Ay, with a twink. Presently? 40 Ari. Before you can say come" and "go, Do you love me, master? no? Pros. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not ap proach Till thou dost hear me call. Ari. Well, I conceive. [Exit. 50 Pros. Look thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious, Or else, good night your vow! Fer. I warrant you, sir; The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Pros. Well. Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly! Enter IRIS [Soft music. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas 60 Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom-groves, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard, sky, the queen o' the 70 Whose watery arch and messenger am I, Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain: Enter CERES Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers On the blest lovers. Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot 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, Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows And be a boy right out. Cer. High'st queen of state, Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait. Enter JUNO Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be [They sing. Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Juno sings her blessings on you. Cer. Earth's increase, foison plenty, Barns and garners never empty, Spring come to you at the farthest Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and 100 110 So rare a wonder'd father and a wise Makes this place Paradise. Pros. [Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment. Sweet, now, silence! Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd. Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks, With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks, Enter certain Nymphs You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the 140 |