Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find, Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Good warrant of. Alon. I will stand to, and feed, Although my last: no matter, since I feel Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL like a Harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and, by quaint device, the banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny [Seeing ALON. SEB. &c. draw their swords. Of whom your swords are tempered, may as well One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow ministers Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table. Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou In their distractions: they now are in my power; [Exit PROSPERO from above. Gon. I' the name o' something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded. Seb. I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. [Exit. But one fiend at a time, I'll be thy second. [Exeunt SEB. and ANT. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the spirits: I do beseech you That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly, And hinder them from what this ecstasy May now provoke them to. Adr. ACT IV. SCENE I.- Before Prospero's Cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. 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, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off; Fer. Against an oracle. I do believe it, Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchased, take my daughter: But If thou dost break her virgin knot before With full and holy rite be ministered, 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 Mine honor into lust; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are foundered, Or night kept chained below. Pro. Fairly spoke; Sit then, and talk with her; she is thine own.— 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: Ari. Pro. Ay, with a twink. Presently? Ari. Before you can say, Come and go, And breathe twice; and ery, So, 80; Do you love me, master? no. Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach, Till thou dost hear me call. Well I conceive. Ari. [Exit. I warrant you, sir; The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart Pro. Well. Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.- A Masque. Enter IRIS. [Soft music. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; Where thou thyself dost air: The queen o' the sky, Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace, Enter CERES. Cer. Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne'er Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown Rich scarf to my proud earth: Why hath thy queen And some donation freely to estate Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow, I have forsworn. Iris. Of her society Be not afraid: I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son Whose vows are, that no bed rite shall be paid 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. Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, And honored in their issue. SONG. Jun. Honor, riches, marriage-blessing, Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and Pro. Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines called to enact My present fancies. |