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I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
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.
As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
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.
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 boys scandal'd company I have forsworn.
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
Fer. Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife, Make this place Paradise.
[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 wand'ring brooks,
With your sedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks,
Enter certain Nymphs.
You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary,
And, like the baseless fabrick of this vision,
And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.
We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought: -I thank you: Ariel, come.
Enter ARIEL. Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy pleasure?
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these vorlets?
Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking:
So full of valour, that they smote the air
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.
Ari. I go, I go. [Erit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost : And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, Re-enter ARIEL loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Even to roaring : — 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 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.
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 1762075211AA
To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along,
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 villainous low.
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. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his?
That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.
In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell;
Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
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.
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
A solemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
For you are spell-stopp'd.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine,
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
I will dis-case me, and myself present,
ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPEro.
ARI. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry.
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, [Aside to SEB. and I here could pluck his highness' frown upon And justify you traitors; at this time Flesh and I'll tell no tales.
On the bat's back I do fly,
After summer, merrily:
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Prospero Be living, and be here?
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee;
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so. —
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot Be measur'd, or confin'd.
Whether this be,
Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know thy pulse Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, The affliction of my mind amends, with which, I fear, a madness held me: this must crave (An if this be at all,) a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs:
But how should
Or be not, I'll not swear. Pro.
You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain :- Welcome, my friends
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should | Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when wrangle,
We first put out to sea.
My tricksy spirit!
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
And I would call it fair play.
A most high miracle!
[FERD. kneels to ALON.
'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play?
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Sir, she's mortal;
There, sir, stop;
I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown;
I say, Amen, Gonzalo !
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Give me your hands:
Was't well done?
Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod:
Must rectify our knowledge.
Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve h (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.- Come hither, spirit; [Aside.
There are yet missing of your company
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Ant. Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say, if they be true: - This mis-shapen knave,