And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers. Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow, Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot 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, Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, rows, 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 honor'd in their issue. SONG. Juno. Honor, riches, marriage-blessing, Cer. Earth's increase, and foison plenty; Vines, with clustering bunches growing; Scarcity and want shall shun you; Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife, Make this place Paradise. [Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on 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 Naiads, of the wandering brooks, With your sedged crowns, and ever-harmless looks, 1 Abundance. 2 Able to produce such wonders. Leave your crisp 1 channels, and on this green land Enter certain nymphs. 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 strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly. Mir. Never till this day, Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. 1 Curling, winding, Our revels now are ended; these our actors, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, 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: If you be pleased, retire into my cell, And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind. Fer. Mir. We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought:-I thank you :— Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd, 1 Vanished. 2 The last fleeting vestige of the highest clouds. |