Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints
With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews
With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make

them,

Than pard, or cat o' mountain.

Ari.

Hark, they roar.

Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour

Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:

Shortly shall all my labors end, and thou

Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,
Follow, and do me service.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-Before the Cell of Prospero.

Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL.

Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.

Pro.

When first I raised the tempest.

I did say so,

Say, my spirit,

How fares the king and his followers?

Ari. Confined together

In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners

1

In the lime grove which weather-fends 1 your cell:
They cannot budge, till you release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly
Him you termed, sir, the good old lord, Gonzalo;

1 Defends it from the weather.

His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works

them,

That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pro.

Dost thou think so, spirit?

And mine shall.

Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Pro.

Hast 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,

Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the 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 sole drift of my purpose doth extend

Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel ;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit.

Pro. 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 demi-puppets, that
By moon-shine do the green-sour 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 though ye be) I have be-dimmed
The noon-tide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs plucked up
The pine and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have waked their sleepers; oped and let them forth,

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, That yet looks on me, or would know me :—Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell; [Exit ARIEL. I will dis-case me, and myself present,

As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit;

Thou shalt ere long be free.

ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO.

Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie:

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily :

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss

thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so

To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:

There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;

And presently, I pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me and return

Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

[Exit ARIEL.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us

Out of this fearful country!

Pro.

Behold, sir king,

The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero:

For more assurance that a living prince

Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company, I bid

A hearty welcome.

Alon.

Whe'r thou beest he, or no,

Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

As late I have been, I not know thy pulse

Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,

The affliction of my mind amends, with which,

I fear, a madness held me: this must crave (An if this be at all) a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should Prospero Be living, and be here?

Pro.

First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age; whose honor cannot

Be measured, or confined.

Gon.

Or be not, I'll not swear.

Whether this be,

You do yet taste

Pro.
Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends all:
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

[Aside to SEB. and ANT. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors: at this time

I'll tell no tales.

Seb.

Pro.

The devil speaks in him.

[Aside. No:

For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

Alon.

If thou beest Prospero,

Give us particulars of thy preservation :

How thou hast met us here, who three hours since 1 Were wrecked upon this shore; where I have lost

(How sharp the point of this remembrance is!)

My dear son Ferdinand.

Pro.

2

I am wo2 for't, sir.

Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure.

Pro.

I rather think,

You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,

And rest myself content.

1 The unity of time is rigidly observed in this piece.
2 Sorry.