And what is in't,) the never-surfeited sea [Seeing ALON. SEB. &c. draw their swords. Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well One dowle2 that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft musick, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table. Of Prospero. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: And observation strange, my meaner ministers In their distractions: they now are in my power; Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drown'd,) [Exit PROSPERO from above. Gonzalo. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alonso. O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prospero; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded. Sebastian. I'll fight their legions o'er. Antonio. [Exit. Gonzalo. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the spirits: -I do beseech you That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly, May now provoke them to. Adrian. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt. 4 Alienation of mind. ACT IV. SCENE I.-Before PROSPERO'S Cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, Ferdinand. Against an oracle. I do believe it, Prospero. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my child, but not Till sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rites be minister'd. Then Hymen's lamps shall light you. Ferdinand. For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, As I hope With such love as 'tis now; the strong'st suggestion Our worser Genius can, shall never taint My honour. Prospero. Fairly spoke: Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.— Enter ARIEL. Ariel. What would my potent master? here I am. Prospero. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you In such another trick: go, bring the rabble, . O'er whom I give thee power, here, to this place: Ariel. Prospero. Ay, with a twink. Presently? Ariel. Before you can say, Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, 80, 80; Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mowe: Do you love me, master? no. Prospero. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not ap proach, [Soft musick. Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,5 Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.- A Masque. Enter IRIS. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; Where thou thyself dost air: The queen o' the sky, Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace, 6 Command. 5 Surplus. Here, on this grass-plot, in this very place, Enter CERES. Ceres. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers. Ceres. Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen? since they did plot I have forsworn. Iris. Of her society Be not afraid I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son Ceres. Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes: I know her by her gait. Enter JUNO. Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me, To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, And honour'd in their issue. SONG. Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, |