Pro.
If I have too austerely punish'd you,
Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have given you here a third of ^note mine own life,14Q0021
Or that for which I live; whom once again
I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift: O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off;
For thou shalt find, she will out-strip ^note all praise,
And make it halt behind her.

Fer.
I do believe it
Against an oracle,

Pro.
Then, as my gift, and ^note thine own acquisition
Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But ^note
If thou dost break her virgin knot, before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minister'd,
No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly,
That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
As Hymen's lamps shall light you.

Fer.
As I hope

For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
With such love as is now ^note, The murkiest den,
The most oppórtune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worser genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into lust; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think, or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd,
Or night kept chain'd below.

Pro.
Fairly spoke:
Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.—
&clquo;What, Ariel; my industrious servant, Ariel!&crquo; Enter Ariel.

&clquo;Ari.
&clquo;What would my potent master? here I am:&crquo;

&clquo;Pro.
&clquo;Thou, and thy meaner fellows, your last service&crquo;
&clquo;Did worthily perform; and I must use you&crquo;
&clquo;In such another trick: go, bring the rabble,&crquo;
&clquo;O'er whom I give thee power, here, to this place:&crquo;
&clquo;Incite them to quick motion; for I must&crquo;
&clquo;Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple&crquo;
&clquo;Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise,&crquo;
&clquo;And they expect it from me.&crquo;

&clquo;Ari.
&clquo;Presently?&crquo;

&clquo;Pro.
&clquo;Ay, with a twinck.&crquo;

&clquo;Ari.
&clquo;Before you can say, Come, and go;&crquo;
&clquo;And breath twice; and cry, So, so;&crquo;
&clquo;Each one, tripping on his toe,&crquo;
&clquo;Will be here with mop and moe:&crquo;
&clquo;Do you love me, master? no.&crquo;

&clquo;Pro.
&clquo;Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach,&crquo;
&clquo;'Till thou dost hear me call.&crquo;

&clquo;Ari.
&clquo;Well, I conceive.&crquo; [Exit Ariel.

Pro.
Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance

Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious ^note,
Or else good-night your vow.

Fer.
I warrant you, sir;
The white, cold, virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardor of my liver.

Pro.
Well.—
&clquo;Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,&crquo;
&clquo;Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.&crquo;—
No tongue; all eyes; be silent. [soft Musick. A Masque.14Q0022 Enter Iris.

&cast;Iri.
&cast;Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich ^note leas
&cast;Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease;
&cast;Thy turfy mountains, where live nibling sheep,
&cast;And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
&cast;Thy banks with pioned and tilled ^note brims, ^note
&cast;Which spungy April at thy hest betrims,
&cast;To make cold nymphs chast crowns; and thy broom groves, ^note
&cast;Whose shadow the dismissed batchelor loves,
&cast;Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt ^note vineyard;
&cast;And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard,
&cast;Where thou thyself dost air; The queen o'the sky,
&cast;Whose watry arch, and messenger, am I,
&cast;Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace,
&cast;Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
&cast;To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain;
&cast;Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. Enter Ceres.

&cast;Cer.
&cast;Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
&cast;Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
&cast;Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
&cast;Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers;

&cast;And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
&cast;My bosky acres, and my unshrub'd down,
&cast;Rich scarf to my proud earth; Why hath thy queen
&cast;Summon'd me hither to this short-grass'd ^note green?

&cast;Iri.
&cast;A contract of true love to celebrate;
&cast;And some donation freely to estate
&cast;On the blest lovers.

&cast;Cer.
&cast;Tell me, heavenly bow,
&cast;If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know,
&cast;Do now attend the queen? since they did plot
&cast;The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
&cast;Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
&cast;I have fore-sworn.

&cast;Iri.
&cast;Of her society
&cast;Be not afraid: I met her deity
&cast;Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son
&cast;Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have done
&cast;Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
&cast;Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be pay'd
&cast;'Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;
&cast;Mars's hot minion is return'd again;
&cast;Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
&cast;Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,
&cast;And be a boy right-out.

&cast;Cer.
&cast;High'st queen of state,
&cast;Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait. Enter Juno.

&cast;Jun.
&cast;How does my bounteous sister? Go with me,
&cast;To bless this twain; that they may prosp'rous be,
&cast;And honour'd in their issue.
SONG. &cast;Jun.
&cast;Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,

&cast;long continuance, and encreasing,
&cast;hourly joys be still upon you!
&cast;Juno sings her blessings on you.

&cast;Cer.
&cast;Earth's encrease, and ^note foizon plenty;
&cast;barns, and garners, never empty;
&cast;vines, with clust'ring bunches growing;
&cast;plants, with goodly burthen bowing;
&cast;spring come to you, at the farthest,
&cast;in the very end of harvest!
&cast;scarcity, and want, shall shun you;
&cast;Ceres' blessing so is on you.

Fer.
This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious-charming lay: ^note May I be bold
To think these spirits?

Pro.
Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their ^note confines call'd to enact
My present fancies.

Fer.
Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife, ^note
Makes ^note this place paradise. Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on Employment.

Pro.
Now, silence, sweet! ^note
Juno, and Ceres, whisper seriously;
There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
Or else our spell is mar'd.

&cast;Iri.
&cast;You nymphs, call'd Nayads, of the wind'ring ^note brooks,
&cast;With your sedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks,
&cast;Leave your crisp channels, and on this green-land
&cast;Answer your summons: Juno does command:
&cast;Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
&cast;A contract of true love; be not too late. Enter certain Nymphs.

&cast;You sun-burnt sicklemen of August weary,
&cast;Come hither from the furrow, and be merry;
&cast;Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on,
&cast;And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
&cast;In country footing. 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 confus'd Noise, they heavily vanish.

&clquo;Pro.
&clquo;I had forgot that foul conspiracy&crquo;
&clquo;Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates,&crquo;
&clquo;Against my life; the minute of their plot&crquo;
&clquo;Is almost come:&crquo;—Well done; avoid; no more.

Fer.
This is most 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.

Pro.
You ^note do look, my son, in a mov'd sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended: these our actors,
As I fore-told you, were all spirits; and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabrick of this vision ^note,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all, which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind: We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vext;
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubl'd:

Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
If you be pleas'd, 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. ^note [Exeunt.

Pro.
Come with a thought,14Q0023—I thank ye ^note—Ariel, come. Enter Ariel.

Ari.
Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy pleasure?

Pro.
Spirit,
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Ari.
Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd
Lest I might anger thee.

Pro.
Well; say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?

Ari.
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking:
So full of valour, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet: yet always bending
Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor;
At which, like unbackt colts, they prick'd their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses
As they smelt musick; so I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briars, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them
I' the filthy mantl'd pool beyond your cell, ^note
There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O'er-stunk their feet.

Pro.
This was well done, my bird:
Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither,
For stale to catch these thieves.

Ari.
I go, I go. [Exit.

Pro.
A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, ^note quite lost;
And as, with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, Re-enter Ariel, loaden with glist'ring Apparel, &c.
Even to roaring:—Come, hang them on ^note this line. Prospero, and Ariel, invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.

Cal.
Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

Ste.

Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than play'd the Jack with us.

Tri.

Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.

Ste.

So is mine. Do you hear, monster; If I should take a displeasure against you, look you,—

Tri.
thou ^note wert but a lost monster.

Cal.
Good good my lord, give me thy favour still:
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak softly;—
All's husht as midnight yet.

Tri.
Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,—

Ste.

There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.

Tri.

That's more to me than my wetting: Yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.

Ste.

I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.

Cal.
Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: See'st thou here,

This is the mouth o' the cell; no noise, and enter:
Do that good mischief, which may make this island
Thine own for ever; and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.

Ste.

Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Tri.

O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!

Cal.

Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.

Tri.

Oh ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery:—O king Stephano!

Ste.

Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.

Tri.

Thy grace shall have it.

Cal.
The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean,
To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along ^note,
And do the murther first: if he awake,
From toe to ^note crown he'll fill our skins with pinches;
Make us strange stuff.

Ste.

Be you quiet, monster.—Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: Now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.

Tri.

Do, do; We steal by line and level, an't like your grace.

Ste.

I thank thee for that jest; here's &dagger2; a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another &dagger2; garment for't.

Tri.

Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.

Cal.
I will have none on't: ^note we shall lose our time,

And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes,
With foreheads villainous low

Ste.

Monster, lay to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.

Tri.

And this.

Ste.

Ay, and this.