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.
Ari.

Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labors end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.—Before the Cell of Prospero.

Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and Ariel.

I did say so,

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.

Pro.
When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and his followers ?

Ari. Confined together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge ;
Just as you left them, sir ; all prisoners
In the lime grove which weather-fends? your cell:
They cannot budge, till you release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly
Him you termed, sir, the good old lord, Gonzalo;

His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds : your charm so strongly works

them,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
Pro.

Dost thou think so, spirit ?
Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Pro.

And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art ?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the

quick,
Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury,
Do I take part: the rarer action is
In 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 they shall be themselves.
Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and

groves ; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-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-dimmed The noon-tide sun, called forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured 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-based promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs plucked 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 magic
I here abjure; and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, (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 music. Re-enter ARIEL: after him, Alonzo, with a frantic ges

ture, 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 To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Now useless, boiled within thy skull! There stand, For you are spell-stopped. Holy Gonzalo, honorable man, Mine eyes, ever sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.—The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.-0 my good Gonzalo, My true preserver, and a loyal sir To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly Didst thou, Alonzo, use me and my daughter: Thy brother was a furtherer in the act; Thou’rt pinched fort now, Sebastian.-Flesh and

blood, You brother mine, that entertained ambition, Expelled remorse and nature; who with Sebastian (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,) Would here have killed your king; I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art !—Their understanding Begins to swell; and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me :Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell ; [Exit ARIEL.
I will dis-case me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

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.
On the bat's back I do fly,
After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall | live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss

thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom : so, so, so—
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And presently, I pr’ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me and return
Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

[Exit ARIEL.
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!
Pro.

Behold, sir king
The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero :
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.
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,

[ Aside.

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 Prospero
Be living, and be here?
Pro.

First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age; whose honor cannot
Be measured, or confined.
Gon.

Whether this be,
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 all : But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

[Aside to SEB. and Ant. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors : at this time I'll tell no tales. Seb.

The devil speaks in him.
Pro.

No:-
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.
Alon.

If thou beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation :
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wrecked upon this shore; where I have lost
(How sharp the point of this remembrance is !)
My dear son Ferdinand.
Pro.

I am wo? fort, sir.
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience
Says, it is past her cure.
Pro.

I rather think,
You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace,
For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.