Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they join with the Of the Beaft Caliban, and his Confederates, Mira. Never 'till this Day Saw I him touch'd with Anger, fo distemper'd. And like the bafelefs Fabrick of their Vifion, 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 ; There dancing up to th' Chins, that the foul Lake Pro. This was well done, my Bird; Thy Shape invisible retain thou ftill; The Trumpry in my Houfe, go bring it hither, 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; Trin. Ay, but to lose our Bottles in the Pool. E 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: Tho' I be o'er Ears for my Labour. Cal. Prethee, my King, be quiet: Seeft thou here 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; 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; With aged Cramps, and more pinch-fpotted make them, Ari. Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted foundly. At this Hour Shortly fhåll all my Labours end, and thou 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, 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. His His Brother, and yours, abide all three diftracted; Him that you term'd, Sir, the good old Lord Gonzalo. From Eaves of Reeds; your Charm fo ftrongly works 'em, 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 felf. One of their Kind, that relish all as sharply Paffion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? In Virtue than in Vengeance; they being penitent, 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 By |