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Let me live here ever;
So rare a wondered father, and a wife,
Make this place Paradise.
[JUNO and CERES whisper, and send IRIS on employment. Pro. Sweet now, silence;
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
Iris. You nymphs, called Naiads, of the wandering brooks,
Enter certain Nymphs.
You sun-burned sicklemen, of August weary,
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.
Pro. [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;
Fer. This is strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly.
Leave not a rack behind: We are such stuff
If you be pleased, retire into my cell,
And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.
We wish you peace. [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought :-I thank you :-Ariel, come.
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy pleasure? Pro. Spirit,
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I feared, Lest I might anger thee.
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valor, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground.
At which, like unbacked colts, they pricked their ears,
Pro. This was well done, my bird:
Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither,
Re-enter ARIEL loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Even to roaring:-Come, hang them on this line.
PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO; all wet.
Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose 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 lost monster.
Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favor still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
Shall hood-wink this mischance; therefore, speak softly; All's hushed as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,
Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonor in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
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 o'er ears for my labor.
Cal. 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 forever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye, 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. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery: -O king Stephano!
Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean, To doat thus on such luggage? Let it alone,
And do the murder first; if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ;
Ste. 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.
Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, and 't like your grace.
Ste. 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.
Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turned to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villanous low.
Ste. 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.
Trin. And this.
Ste. 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.
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver!
Pro. Fury! Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! [CAL. STE. and TRIN. are driven out. 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.
Hark, they roar.
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
SCENE I.-Before the Cell of Prospero.
I did say so,
When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
Ari. Confined together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
In the lime grove which weather-fends your cell:
From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them,
Would become tender.
Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
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,