Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they join with the
Nymphs in a graceful Dance; towards the end whereof.
Profpero ftarts fuddenly, and speaks; after which to a
Strange, hollow and confused Noife, they heavily vanish.
Pro. I had forgot that foul Confpiracy

Of the Beaft Caliban, and his Confederates,
Against my Life; the Minute of their Plot
Is almoft come. Well done, avoid; no more..
Fer. This is ftrange; your Father's in fome Paffion
That works him strongly.

Mira. Never 'till this Day

Saw I him touch'd with Anger, fo distemper'd.
Pro. You do look, my Son, in a mov'd fort,
As if you were difmay'd; be chearful, Sir,
Our Revels now are ended: These our Actors,
As I foretold you, were all Spirits, and
Are melted into Air, into thin Air;

And like the bafelefs Fabrick of their Vifion,
The Cloud-capt Towers, the gorgeous Palaces,
The folemn Temples, the great Globe it felf,
Yea, all which it inherit, fhall diffolve,
And like this infubftantial Pageant faded,
Leave not a Rack behind; we are fuch Stuff
As Dreams are made on, and our little Life
Is rounded with a Sleep. Sir, I am vext;
Bear with my Weaknefs, my old Brain is troubled:
Be not disturb'd with my Infirmity;

If thou be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,

And there repofe; a Turn or two I'll walk

To ftill my beating Mind.

Fer. Mira. We wish you Peace.

[Exit.

Pro. Come with a Thought; I thank thee, Ariel: Come.

Enter Ariel.

Ari. Thy Thoughts I cleave to; what's thy Pleafure? Pro. Spirit, we muft prepare to meet with Caliban. Ari. Ay, my Commander, when I presented Ceres I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd Left I might anger thee.

Pro. Say again, where dift thou leave thefe Varlets?

Ari. I told you, Sir, they were red hot with drinking ;
So full of Valour, that they fmote the Air
For breathing in their Faces; beat the Ground
For kiffing of their Feet; yet always bending
Towards their Project: Then I beat my Tabor,
At which, like unbackt Colts, they prickt their Ears,
Advanc'd their Eye-lids, lifted up their Noses,
As they fmelt Mufick; fo I charm'd their Ears,
That, Calf-like, they my Lowing follow'd through
Tooth'd Briars, fharp Furzes, pricking Gofs and Thorns,
Which enter'd their frail Shins: At laft I left them
I'th' filthy mantled Pool beyond your Cell,

There dancing up to th' Chins, that the foul Lake
O'er-ftunk their Feet.

Pro. This was well done, my Bird;

Thy Shape invisible retain thou ftill;

The Trumpry in my Houfe, go bring it hither,
For ftale to catch these Thieves.

Ari. I go, I go.

[Exit.

Pro. A Devil, a born Devil, on whofe Nature Nurture can never ftick; on whom my Pains, Humanly taken, all, all loft, quite loft; And as, with Age, his Body uglier grows, So his Mind cankers; I will plague them all, Even to roaring: Come, hang them on this Line. Enter Ariel loaden with gliftering Apparel, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.

Cal. Pray you tread foftly, that the blind Mole may not hear a Foot fall; we now are near his Cell.

Ste. Monfter, your Fairy, which you fay is a harmless Fairy, Has done little better than plaid the Jack with us. Trin. Monfter, I do fmell all Horfe-pifs, 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 loft Monster.

Cal. Good my Lord, give me thy Favour ftill:

Be patient, for the Prize I'll bring thee to

Shall hood-wink this Mifchance; therefore fpeak foftly;
All's husht as Midnight yet.

Trin. Ay, but to lose our Bottles in the Pool.
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Ste.

Ste. There is not only Difgrace, and Dishonour in that, Monster, but an infinite Lofs.

Trin. That's more to me than my wetting:
Yet this is your harmless Fairy, Monster.
Ste. I will fetch off my Bottle,

Tho' I be o'er Ears for my Labour.

Cal. Prethee, my King, be quiet: Seeft thou here
This is the Mouth o' th' Cell; no Noife, and enter;
Do that good Mischief which may make this Island
Thine own for ever; and I, thy Caliban,
For ay 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. Oh, hə, 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 fhall have it.

Cal. The Dropfie drown this Fool; what do you mean To doat thus on fuch Luggage? Let's alone,

And do the Murder firft; If he awake,,

From Toe to Crown he'll fill our Skins with Pinches;
Make us ftrange Stuff.

Sie. 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; wefteal by Line and Level, and 't like your Grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that Jeft, here's a Garment for't; Wit fhall 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 fome Lime upon your Fingers, and away with the reft.

Cal. I will have none on't; we fhall lofe our Time,

And all be tura'd to Barnacles, or to Apes,

With Foreheads villanous low.

Ste.

Ste. Monfter, lay to your Fingers; help to bear this away, : where my Hogfhead of Wine is, or I'll turn you out of my Kingdom; go to, carry this.

Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A Noife of Hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits in shape of Hounds, hunting them about; Profpero and Ariel fetting. them on.

Pro. Hey Mountain, hey.

Ari. Silver; there it goes, Silver.

Pro. Fury, Fury; there Tyrant, there; hark, hark;
Go, charge my Goblins that they grind their Joints
With dry Convulfions, fhorten up their Sinews

With aged Cramps, and more pinch-fpotted make them,
Than Pard, or Cat o' Mountain.

Ari. Hark, they roar.

Pro. Let them be hunted foundly. At this Hour
Lye at my Mercy all mine Enemies:

Shortly fhåll all my Labours end, and thou
Shalt have the Air at Freedom; for a little
Follow, and do me Service.

Pro.

ALCET V.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

Enter Profpero in his Magick Robes, and Ariel. 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 fixth Hour, at which time, my Lord, You faid our Work fhould cease."

Pro. I did fay fo

When first I rais'd the Tempeft; fay, my Spirit,
How fares the King and's Followers?

Ari. Confin'd together

In the fame Fashion as you gave in charge,

Juft as you left them, all Prifoners, Sir,

In the Lime-Grove which weather-fends your Cell.
They cannot budge 'till you releafe. The King,

His

His Brother, and yours, abide all three diftracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of Sorrow and Dismay; but chiefly

Him that you term'd, Sir, the good old Lord Gonzalo.
His Tears run down his Beard, like Winter Drops

From Eaves of Reeds; your Charm fo ftrongly works 'em,
That if you now beheld them, your Affections

Would become tender.

Pro. Do'st thou think fo, Spirit?

Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human.

Pro. And mine shall.

Haft thou, which art but Air, a Touch, a Feeling
Of their Afflictions, and fhall not my

felf.

One of their Kind, that relish all as sharply

Paffion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Tho' with their high Wrongs I am ftruck to th' quick,
Yt, with my nobler Reafon, against my Fury,
Do I take part; the rarer Action is

In Virtue than in Vengeance; they being penitent,
The file Drift of my Purpofe doth extend
Not a Frown further: Go release them, Ariel;
My Charms I'll break, their Senfes I'll restore,
And they fhall be themselves.

Ari. I'll fetch them, Sir.

[Exit.

Pro. Ye Elves of Hills, Brooks, ftanding Lakes and Groves, And ye that on the Sands with printless Foot Do Chafe the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back; you Demy-puppets that By Moon-fhine do the green four Ringlets make, Whereof the Ewe not bites; and you whofe Paftime Is to make Midnight Mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the folemn Curfew, by whose Aid, Weak Mafters tho' ye be, I have be-dimn'd The Noon-tide Sun, call'd forth the matinous Winds, And 'twixt the green Sea and the azur❜d Vault Set roaring War; To the dread ratling Thunder Have I given Fire, and rifted Jove's ftout Oak With his own Bolt: The ftrong'd bas'd Promontory Hive I made shake, and by the Spurs pluckt up The Pine and Cedar: Graves at my Command Have wak'd their Sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth

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