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You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary,
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 most 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 fabrick 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 of, 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:
Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left then
This was well done, my bird
Thy shape invisible retain thou still :
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 hood-wink 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 cars for my labour.
Cal. Prythree, 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
To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ;
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.
Tria. 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 villainous 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.
Hark, they roar.
Ari. 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 of freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.
SCENE I-Before the Cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO in his magick robes; and ARIEL. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.
I did say so,
When first I rais'd the tempest.
That if you now beheld them, your affections
And mine shall.
Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
n virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art: But this rough magick I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly musick, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book. [Solemn musick.
Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a frantick gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which ProSPERO observing, speaks.
A solemn air, and the best comforter
For you are spell-stopp'd.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot
Be measur'd, or confin'd.
Or be not, I'll not swear.
First, noble friend,
Whether this be,
You do yet taste
Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain :- Welcome, my friends all:
Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO.
ART. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,
After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.-
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze
Whe'r thou beest he, or no,
But how should
O heavens! that they were living both in Naples,
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daugh
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FER-
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should | Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when We first put out to sea.
Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.
O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us!
Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.
My tricksy spirit!
Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger:- Say, how came you
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither. Ari.. Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt Aside.
Was't well done?
Set Caliban and his companions free:
There are yet missing of your company
Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune: Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!
Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.
Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.
His mother was a witch; and one so strong
Seb. Or stole it, rather.
[Exeunt CAL. STE. and TRIN.
To hear the story of your life, which must
EPILOGUE.-Spoken by PROSPERO.
NOW my charms are all o'erthrown,
Gentle breath of yours my sails
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,