SCENE V.

Enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.

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

Ste. Monster, your Fairy, which you fay is a harmless Fairy, has done little better than play'd the Jack with us. Trin. Moniter, I do fmell all horfe-pifs, at which my nofe is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine: do you hear, monster? if I should take a displeasure against you; look you →→→→

Trin. Thou wert but a loft 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 mifchance; therefore fpeak foftly; All's husht as midnight yet.

Trin. Ay, but to lofe our bottles in the pool

Ste. There is not only difgrace and difhonour in that, monfter, but an infinite lofs.

Trin. 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 4 'o'er head and ears for my labour.

Cal. Pr'ythee, my King, be quiet: feeft thou here,
This is the mouth o'th' cell; no noife, and enter;
Do that good mischief which may make this Island
Thine own for ever; and I, thy Caliban,

For ay thy foot-licker.

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

Trin. 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.

Trin. Oh, oh, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery, O King Stephano.

Ste.

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

that gown.

Trin. Thy Grace fhall have it.

Cal. The dropfie drown this fool! what do you mean To doat thus on fuch luggage? let it alone,

And do the murder firft: if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ;
Make us strange stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monster. Miftrefs 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. Trin. Do, do; we fteal by line and level, and't like your Grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that jeft, here's a garment for't: wit fhall not go unrewarded while I am King of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pafs of pate; there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monster, come put fome lime upon your fingers, and away with the reft.

Cal. I will have none on't; we fhall lofe our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or apes,

With foreheads villainous low.

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

Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A noife of bunters heard. Enter divers fpirits in shape of bounds, bunting them about; Profpero and Ariel fetting

them on.

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver; there it goes, Silver!

Pro. Fury, Fury; there, Tyrant, there; hark, hark; Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulfions, fhorten up their finews

With aged cramps, and more pinch-fpotted make them Than pard, or cat o' mountain,

Ari.

Ari. Hark, they roar.

Pro. Let them be hunted foundly. At this hour
Lye at my mercy all mine enemies:

Shortly fhall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom; for a little
Follow, and do me fervice.

[Exeunt..

A CT V. SCENE I.

Enter Profpero in his magick robes, and Ariel.

PROSPERO.

TOW does my project gather to a head;

My charms crack not; my fpirits obey, and time Goes upright with his carriage: how's the day? Ari. On the fixth hour, at which time, my lord, You faid our work fhould ceafe.

Pro. I did fay fo,

When first I rais'd the tempeft; fay, my spirit,
How fares the King and's followers?

Ari. Confin'd

In the fame fashion as you gave in charge,
Juft as you left them, all your prifoners, Sir,
In the Lime-Grove which weather-fends your cell.
They cannot budge 'till your release. The King,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of forrow and difmay; but chiefly

5 'He that you term'd the good old lord Gonzalo,
His tears run down his beard, like winter drops

From eaves of reeds; your charm fo ftrongly works 'em,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender...

Pro.

Pro. Do'st thou think fo, fpirit?

Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human.

Pro. And mine fhall.

Haft 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,
Paffion'd as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Tho' with their high wrongs I am ftruck to th' 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 fole drift of my purpofe doth extend
Not a frown further: go release them, Ariel,
My charms I'll break, their fenfes I'll restore,
And they fhall be themselves.

Ari. I'll fetch them, Sir.

SCENE

[Exit.

II.

Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, ftanding lakes and groves, And ye that on the fands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back; you demy-puppets that By moon-fhine do the green four ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whofe paftime Is to make midnight mufhrooms; that rejoice To hear the folemn curfew; by whofe aid (Weak 'minifters tho' ye be) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide fun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green fea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread ratling thunder Have I giv'n fire, and rifted Jove's ftout oak With his own bolt: the ftrong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the fpurs pluckt up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have wak'd their fleepers; op'd, and let 'em forth By my fo potent art. But this rough magick

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I here

I here abjure; and when I have requir'd
Some heav'nly mufick, which ev'n now I do,
(To work mine end upon their fenfes that
This airy charm is for) I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fadoms in the earth,

And deeper than did ever plummet found
I'll drown my book.

SCENE

[Solemn mufick.

III.

Here enters Ariel before; then Alonfo with a frantick gefture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebaftian and Anthonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francifco. They all enter the circle which Profpero had made, and there ftand charm'd; which Profpero observing, speaks:

A folemn air, and the best comforter

To an unfettled fancy, cure thy brains

Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopt.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, ev'n fociable to th' fhew of thine,

Fall fellow-drops

the charm diffolves apace,

And as the morning fteals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, fo their rifing fenfes
Begin to chafe the ign'rant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reafon. O my good Gonzalo,
My true preferver, and a loyal Sir

To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed.

Moft cruelly

Didft thou, Alonso, ufe me and my daughter:

Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;

Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebaftian. Flesh and blood,
You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,

Expell'd remorfe and nature; who with Sebaftian
(Whofe inward pinches therefore are most strong)
Would here have kill'd your King; I do forgive thee,
Unnat ral though thou art. Their understanding

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