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Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find,
Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us
Good warrant of.
I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past :- Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand to, and do as we.
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
(That hath to instrument this lower world,
And what is in't) the never-surfeited sea
Hath caus'd to belch up; and on this island,
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad:
[Seeing Alon. SEB. fc. draw their swords.
And even with such like valor, men hang and drown
Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate; the elements
Of whom your swords are tempered, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemocked-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow ministers
Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,
And will not be uplifted: but, remember,
(For that's my business to you,) that you three
From Milan đid supplant good Prospero;
Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him, and his innocent child : for which fous deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonzo,
They have bereft, and do pronounce by me,
Lingering perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once) shall step by step attend
You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from
(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads) is nothing but heart's sorrow,
And a clear life ensuing.
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 Performed, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life, And observation strange, my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done: my high charms work, And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they now are in my power; And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drowned) And his and my loved darling.
[Exit PROSPERO from above. Gon. I'the name o' something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alon.
0, 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.
But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant.
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.
Follow, I pray you.
SCENE I. - Before Prospero's .Cell.
Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA.
Pro. If I have too austerely punished you,
Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have given you here a thread 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.
I do believe it,
Against an oracle.
Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchased, take my daughter: But If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be ministered, No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow; but barren hate, Sour-eyed disdain, and discord, shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathely, 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 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.
Sit then, and talk with her; she is thine own.-
What, Ariel; my industrious servant 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.
Presently? Pro. Ay, with a twink.
Ari. Before you can say, Come and go, And breathe twice; and cry, So, 80;
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mowe:
Do you love me, master? no.
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach,
Till thou dost hear me call.
Well I conceive. [Erit.
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!
I warrant you, sir;
The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardor of my liver.
Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.-
No tongue; all eyes; be silent.
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 thatched with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with peonied and lilied 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.
Cer. Hail, many-colored 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 unshrubbed down.
Rich scarf to my proud earth : Why hath thy queen
Summoned me hither, to this short-grassed green?
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate;
And some donation freely to estate
On the blessed 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 boy's scandaled 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
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 returned 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.
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.
Jun. Honor, riches, marriage-blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you !
Juno sings her blessings on you.
Cer. Earth's increase, and foison plenty;
Barns and garners never empty ;
Vines, with clustering bunches growing ;
Plants with goodly burden bowing;
Spring come to you, at the farthest,
Scarcity and want shall shun you;
Ceres' blessing 80 is on you.
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly: May I be bold
To think these spirits ?
Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines called to enact
My present fancies.