Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find, Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Good warrant of. Alon. I will stand to, and feed, Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy: claps his wings upon the table, and with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't,) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well One dowlel that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers Lingering perdition (worse than any death You, and your ways; whose wrath to guard you from (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow, And a clear life ensuing. He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table. Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they now are in my power; And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drown'd,) And his and my lov'd darling. [Exit Prospero from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alon. 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 Prosper; 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. [Exit. Seb. But one fiend at a time, (1) Pure, blameless. I'll fight their legions o'er. I'll be thy second. Like poison given to work a great time after, Adr. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I-Before Prospero's cell. Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life, 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 outstrip all praise, Fer. Against an oracle. I do believe it, Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may (1) Alienation of mind. No sweet aspersion! shall the heavens let fall Fer. As I hope With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, Pro. Fairly spoke: Enter Ariel. Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you Ari. Pro. Ay, with a twink. Presently? Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, so, so ; Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mowe : Do you love me, master? no. (1) Sprinkling, Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach, • Till thou dost hear me call. Ari. Well I conceive. [Exit. 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, Or else, good night, your vow! Fer. I warrant you, sir; The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver. Pro. Well. Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,1 A Masque. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, Enter Ceres. Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er (1) Surplus. (2) Command. |