Ceres. Earth's increase, and foisono plenty: Barns, and garners never empty; very end of harvest ! Ceres' blessing so is on you. Spirits, which by mine art Ferdinand. Let me live here ever; employment. Prospero. silence : brooks, Enter certain Nymphs. 1 Able to produce such wonders. Sweet now, 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 confused noise, they heavily vanish. Prospero. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come.—[To the Spirits.] Well done ;-avoid; no more. Ferdinand. This is most strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly. Miranda. Never till this day, Prospero. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, We wish your peace, [Exeunt. Prospero. Come with a thought:-I thank you : Ariel, come. Enter ARIEL. Ariel. Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy pleasure ? Prospero. Spirit, We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Ariel. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I feard, Lest I might anger thee, Prospero. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ariel. 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 unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses, This was well done, my bird. I go, I go. [Exit. age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, as, with Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, dc. Even to roaring :-Come, hang them on this line. PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. may not a Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. Stephano. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack 4 with us. Trinculo. Monster, my nose is in great indignation. Stephano. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you, — Trinculo. Thou wert but a lost monster. Caliban. 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 hush'd as midnight yet. Trinculo. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool, Stephano. There's not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss. Trinculo. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster. Stephano. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er for ту labour. Caliban. Pr’ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, This is the mouth of 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. Stephano. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts. Trinculo. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee! Caliban. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trinculo. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery:8_0 king Stephano! 5 O Stephano. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown. 4 Jack with a lantern. 6 A shop for sale of old clothes. ears Trinculo. Thy grace shall have it. mean, Stephano. 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. Trinculo. Do, do: We steal by line and level, a'nt like your grace. Stephano. I thank thee for that jest; here's 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 garment for’t. Trinculo. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest. Caliban. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villainous low. Stephano. 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. Trinculo. And this. Stephano. Ay, and this. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on. Prospero. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ariel. Silver ! there it goes, Silver ! Prospero. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark ! [CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews 6 Bird-lime. |