1 Witch.
Sisters, sisters, hither come;
For, by the pinching of my thumb,
Mischief, sore and great confusion,
Will Prospero work to our delusion.

2 Witch.
Then must we, by magic spell,
Ingender'd in the womb of hell,
Blast his projects, destroy his power,

All.
Hail this direful midnight hour!

1 Witch.
Like crimson blood, the moon doth turn,
And Vesuvius Mount doth raging burn;
This is the time to work out ruin,
When Hell its horror is a brewing;
For sleeping in my mildew'd cave,
My fiery fiend, my trusty slave,
In sulpherous flame, my toe he touch'd,
And his bak'd shoulders angry smutch'd.

2 Witch.
What do'st thou say? then all is o'er,
For Naples' king doth reach the shore,
With the fair prince, for Miranda's love,
For so it is decree'd above;

Then Caliban, our dearest son,
His hopes are blasted, and undone.

3 Witch.
Hither, hither, let us bustle,
And Fiends, for haste, together jostle.
Call our faithful demons up,
And then, we will, from direful cup,
Pour our tempests, storms, and thunder,
To tear their ship, and sink 'em under. [All go round
You brimstone spirits, which do dwell
In the sulpherous caverns of your hell,
Rouse and force you through these sands,
And fly to execute our commands. Devils rise.

All.
We rise, we rise, from flames below,
Speak but your wills, and we go,
Dark and secret as the mole,
Or in liquid fire, from pole to pole.

1 Witch.
Then, in lightning's forked flash,
Burst to the sea, through crish and crash,
And seize by the stern, or by the head,
The proud king's ship, and rend all dead;
Or this isle, our once rule and right,
With our works, we loose, e'er the next night;
For Prospero's art, and mighty power,
And Ariel, form'd by rainbow shower,
Do crush to atoms our greatest spell,
Tho' temper'd in thy fiercest hell. Devils rise and dance. (Exeunt Devils.

1 Devil.
Myself will fly on board, and on the beak,
In the waste, the deck and every cabin,
I'll flame amazement. Sometimes I'll divide
And burn in many places. On the topmast,

The yards, and bowsprit, will I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the percursors
Of dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary
Then light outrunning, are the fire and cracks
Of sulph'rous roaring; he most mighty Neptune
Shall seem to siege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea his dread trident shake. (Thunder storm.

AIR.
Hark how the winds rush from their caves,
Hark how old Ocean frets and raves,
From their deep roots, the rocks he tears.
  Whole deluges lets fly,
  That dash against the sky,
  And seem to drown the stars. CHORUS.
  Away, nor let us longer stay,
  Nor let us longer stay,
  Nor let us longer stay,
    But high away. [Exeunt.

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