In such another trick. Go bring the rabble, Ari. Pros. Ay, with a twink. Presently? Ari. Before you can say 'come' and 'go,' Each one, tripping on his toe, 40 Will be here with mop* and mow.† *Nod. † Grimace. Pros. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach Till thou dost hear me call. Well, I conceive. [Exit. 50 Ari. Or else, good night your vow! Well. *Surplus. Pros. Enter IRIS. [Soft music. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover,* them to keep; Thy banks with pioned and twilled‡ brims, *Fodder. Which spongy April at thy hest? betrims, †Digged. To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom-groves, Doubtful word. ¿Command. Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Where thou thyself dost air;-the queen o' the sky, 71 Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign Deserted by a mistress. grace, To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain: Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown 80 On the blest lovers. Cer. 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 scandal'd company I have forsworn. Iris. Of her society Be not afraid: I met her deity 90 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-right shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain; Mars's hot minion is return'd again; Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, Swears he will shoot no more but play with spar rows And be a boy right out. Cer. High'st queen of state, Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait. Enter JUNO. 100 Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be And honour'd in their issue. [They sing: Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Cer. ΙΙΟ Earth's increase, foison* plenty, Scarcity and want shall shun you; Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and Pros. Spirits, which by mine art Fer. So rare a wonder'd* father and a wife I 20 *Marvellously gifted. Let me live here ever; Makes this place Paradise. Pros. [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 windring* brooks, *Winding. With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks, Leave your crispt channels and on this green land Answer your summons; Juno does command: Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love; be not too late. Enter certain Nymphs. †Winding. You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, And these fresh nymphs encounter every one 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. Pros. [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! 140 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. Pros. You do look, my son, in a moved sort, As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, 150 And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, If you be pleased, retire into my cell To still my beating mind. Fer. Mir. 160 +Finished. We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Pros. Come with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel: come. Enter ARIEL. Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? Pros. We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Spirit, Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd Pros. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? 170 Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour that they smote the air ears, *Small side-drum. Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses thorns, 180 Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them Pros. *Decoy. Ari. Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering ap- Come, hang them on this line. 190 PROSPERO and ARIEL remain, invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. |