Before PROSPERO'S Cell. |
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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! |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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! |
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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. |
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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. |
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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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