| Before PROSPERO'S Cell. | 
|  | 
| Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. | 
| Pro.  If I have too austerely punish'd you, | 
| Your compensation makes amends; for I | 
| Have given you here a thrid of mine own life, | 
| Or that for which I live; whom once again | 
| I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations | 
| Were but my trials of thy love, and thou | 
| Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, | 
| I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand! | 
| Do not smile at me that I boast her off, | 
| For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, | 
| And make it halt behind her. | 
| Fer.        I do believe it | 
| Against an oracle. | 
| Pro.  Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition | 
| Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: but | 
| If thou dost break her virgin knot before | 
| All sanctimonious ceremonies may | 
| With full and holy rite be minister'd, | 
| No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall | 
| To make this contract grow; but barren hate, | 
| Sour-ey'd disdain and discord shall bestrew | 
| The union of your bed with weeds so loathly | 
| That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed, | 
| As Hymen's lamps shall light you. | 
| Fer.        As I hope | 
| For quiet days, fair issue and long life, | 
| With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den, | 
| The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion | 
| Our worser genius can, shall never melt | 
| Mine honour into lust, to take away | 
| The edge of that day's celebration | 
| When I shall think, or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd, | 
| Or Night kept chain'd below. | 
| Pro.        Fairly spoke: | 
| Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own. | 
| What, Ariel! my industrious servant Ariel! | 
|  | 
| Enter ARIEL. | 
| Ari.  What would my potent master? here I am. | 
| Pro.  Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service | 
| Did worthily perform; and I must use you | 
| In such 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 | 
| Bestow 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 say, 'Come,' and 'Go,' | 
| And breathe twice; and cry, 'so, 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 dost hear me call. | 
| Ari.        Well, I conceive.  [Exit. | 
| Pro.  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 | 
| Abates the ardour of my liver. | 
| Pro.        Well.— | 
| Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary, | 
| Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly. | 
| No tongue! all eyes! be silent.  [Soft music. | 
|  | 
| A Masque. Enter IRIS. | 
| Iris.  Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas | 
| Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas; | 
| 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, | 
| Where thou thyself dost air: the queen o' the sky, | 
| Whose watery arch and messenger am I, | 
| Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace, | 
| Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, | 
| To come and sport; her peacocks fly amain: | 
| Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. | 
|  | 
| 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 | 
| Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers: | 
| And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown | 
| My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down, | 
| Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen | 
| Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green? | 
| Iris.  A contract of true love to celebrate, | 
| And some donation freely to estate | 
| On the bless'd lovers. | 
| Cer.        Tell me, heavenly bow, | 
| If Venus or her son, as thou dost know, | 
| Do now attend the queen? since they did plot | 
| The means that dusky Dis my daughter got, | 
| Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company | 
| I have forsworn. | 
| 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-rite shall be paid | 
| Till Hymen's torch be lighted; but in vain: | 
| Mars's hot minion is return'd again; | 
| 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.        Highest queen of state, | 
| Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait. | 
|  | 
| Enter JUNO. | 
| Jun.  How does my bounteous sister? Go with me | 
| To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, | 
| And honour'd in their issue. | 
|  | 
| SONG. Jun.
 |  | Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, |  |  | Long continuance, and increasing, |  |  | Hourly joys be still upon you! |  |  | Juno sings her blessings on you. | 
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| Cer. |  | Earth's increase, foison plenty, |  |  | Barns and garners never empty: |  |  | Vines, with clust'ring bunches growing; |  |  | Plants with goodly burden bowing; |  |  | Spring come to you at the farthest |  |  | In the very end of harvest! |  |  | Scarcity and want shall shun you; |  |  | Ceres' blessing so is on you. | 
 | 
| Fer.  This is a most majestic vision, and | 
| Harmonious charmingly: May I be bold | 
| To think these spirits? | 
| Pro.        Spirits, which by mine art | 
| I have from their confines call'd to enact | 
| My present fancies. | 
| Fer.        Let me live here ever: | 
| So rare a wonder'd father and a wise, | 
| Makes this place Paradise.  [JUNO and CERES whisper, and send IRIS en employment. | 
| Pro.        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 Naiades, of the windring brooks, | 
| With your sedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks, | 
| Leave your crisp 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 holiday: your rye-straw 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; no more! | 
| Fer.  This is strange: your father's in some passion | 
| That works him strongly. | 
| Mira.        Never till this day | 
| Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. | 
| Pro.  You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, | 
| As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir: | 
| Our revels now are ended. These our actors, | 
| As I foretold you, were all spirits and | 
| Are melted into air, into thin air: | 
| And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, | 
| The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, | 
| The solemn temples, the great globe itself, | 
| Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve | 
| And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, | 
| Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff | 
| As dreams are made on, and our little life | 
| Is rounded with a sleep.—Sir, I am vex'd: | 
| Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled. | 
| Be not disturb'd with my infirmity. | 
| If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell | 
| And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, | 
| To still my beating mind. | 
| Fer. Mira.        We wish your peace.  [Exeunt. | 
| Pro.  Come with a thought!—[To them.] 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, | 
| I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd | 
| Lest I might anger thee. | 
| Pro.  Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? | 
| Ari.  I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; | 
| So full of valour that they smote the air | 
| For breathing in their faces; beat the ground | 
| For kissing of their feet; yet always bending | 
| Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor; | 
| At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, | 
| Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses | 
| As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears | 
| That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through | 
| Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns, | 
| Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them | 
| I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell, | 
| There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake | 
| O'erstunk their feet. | 
| Pro.        This was well done, my bird. | 
| Thy shape invisible retain thou still: | 
| The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, | 
| For stale to catch these thieves. | 
| Ari.        I go, I go.  [Exit. | 
| Pro.  A devil, a born devil, on whose nature | 
| Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, | 
| Humanely taken, are all lost, quite lost; | 
| And as with age his body uglier grows, | 
| So his mind cankers. I will plague them all, | 
| Even to roaring.  [Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c. | 
| 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 favour still: | 
| Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to | 
| Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly; | 
| All's hush'd as midnight yet. | 
| Trin.  Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,— | 
| Ste.  There is not only disgrace and dishonour 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 my labour. | 
| Cal.  Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here, | 
| This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter. | 
| Do that good mischief, which may make this island | 
| Thine own for ever, 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! O worthy 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 that gown. | 
| Trin.  Thy grace shall have it. | 
| Cal.  The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean | 
| To dote thus on such luggage? Let's along, | 
| 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, an'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 turn'd 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. | 
| Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints | 
| With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews | 
| With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them | 
| Than pard, or cat o' mountain. | 
| Ari.        Hark! they roar. | 
| Pro.  Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour | 
| Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: | 
| Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou | 
| Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, | 
| Follow, and do me service.  [Exeunt. | 
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