Mir.
Behold my Father. (they rise)

Pros.
If I have too austerely punished you,
Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have give you here a thread of mine own life,
Or that for which I live. O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me that I boast her off;
For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise.

Fer.
I do believe it against an oracle.

AIR.
Have you seen, but a bright lilly grow,
  Before rude hands have touch'd it?
Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow,
  Before the soil hath smutch'd it?
Have you snatch'd the wool of the beaver,
  Or swans down ever?
Or have smelt of the bud of the brier,
  Or the nard i'the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
Oh, so white! oh, so soft! oh so sweet, is she!

Pros.
If thou deceiv'st her virgin innocence, before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rights be minister'd,
No sweet aspersions shall the heaven's let fall
To make this contract grow; therefore take heed,
As Hymen's lamp shall light you.

Fer.
Nothing shall melt my honor into lust,
To spoil the edge of that day's celebration.

Pros.
Fairly spoken; Miranda is thine own.
What, Ariel; my industrious servant, Ariel.

Enter Ariel.

Ariel.
What would my potent master? here I am.

Pros.
How fare's the king and's followers?

Ariel
Confin'd,
In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
The king, his brother, and yours, are all three
Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
Old Gonzal, his tears run down his beard
Like winter's drops, like ears of reeds; if you
Saw them, your affections would become tender.

Pros.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling,
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
Passion'd as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
They being penitent, the sole drift of
My purpose doth extend not a frown further;
Go bring them, Ariel, hither, and let thy
Meaner fellows fetch the rable; o'er whom
I gave them power to do it presently.

AIR. Ariel.
Before you can say, come and go,
And breath twice, and say, so, so,
Each one tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop, and mow.
Do you love me master?—No.
  So ready and quick is a spirit of air,
  To pity the lover, and succour the fair,
  That, silent and swift, the little soft god,
  Is here with a wish, and is gone with a nod. (Exit.

Pros.
Be thou be true, and do not give dalliance
Too much the reign: the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i'the blood: be more abstemious,
Or else good-night, your vow.

Fer.
I warrant you Sir.
The white, cold virgin snow upon my heart,
Abates the ardor of my passion.

Pros.
Now does my project gather to a head,
And little further use have I for harms.
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 demy puppets, that,
By moon shine, do the green four 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 tho' ye be) I have bedimm'd
The noon tide sun; call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea, and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire; the strong bas'd promontory
Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine, and cedar. But this rough magic here I abjure.

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