Incite them to quick motion, for I must
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise,
And they expect it from me.

ARI. Presently.

PRO. Ay, with a twink.

ARI. Before you can fay, Come, and go.
And breathe twice; and cry, so, so;
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mow.

Do you love me, master? no!

PRO. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach, "Till thou doft hear me call.

ARI. Well, I conceive.

PRO. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein; the ftrongest oaths are straw To th' fire i'th' blood: be more abstemious,

Or elfe, good night, your vow!

FER. I warrant you, Sir;

The white, cold, virgin-fnow upon my heart

Abates the ardour of my

PRO. Well.

liver.

Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary

Rather than want a spirit, appear; and pertly

No tongue; all eyes; be filent.

SCENE III.

A MASQUE. Enter Iris.

[Exit.

[To Ferdinand.

IRIS. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and peas;

Thy turfy mountains, where live nibling theep,

And flat meads thatch'd with ftover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pionied, and tulip'd brims,

Which fpungy April at thy heft betrims,

To make cold nymphs chafte crowns: and thy broom-groves,
Whofe fhadow the difmiffed bachelor loves,

Being lafs-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard,
And thy fea-marge fteril, and rocky hard,
Where thou thyself do'ft air; the queen o'th' sky,
Whose wat❜ry arch and meffenger am I,

Bids thee leave thefe; and with her fov'reign grace,
Here on this grafs-plot, in this very place,

To come and sport; her peacocks fly amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Enter Ceres.

CER. Hail, many-colour'd meffenger, that ne'er
Do'ft difobey the wife of Jupiter :

Who, with thy faffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffuseft honey-drops, refreshing showers;
And with each end of thy blue bow do'ft crown
My bosky acres, and my unfhrub'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
Summon'd me hither, to this short-grafs'd green?
IRIS. A contract of true love to celebrate,
And some donation freely to estate
On the blefs'd lovers.

CER. Tell me, heav'nly bow,

If Venus or her fon, as thou dost know,
Do now attend the queen: fince they did plot
The means, that dusky Dis my daughter got,

Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company

I have forfworn.

IRIS. Of her fociety

Be not afraid; I met her deity

Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her fon
Dove-drawn with her; here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
"Till Hymen's torch be lighted; but in vain,
Mars's hot minion is return'd again,

Her wafpish-headed son has broke his arrows,

Swears, he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,
And be a boy right out.

CER. High queen of state,

Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.

[Juno defcends, and enters. JUN. How does my bounteous fifter? go with me To blefs this twain, that they may profperous be, And honour'd in their iffue.

JUN. Honour, riches, marriage-bleffing,
Long continuance and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno fings her bleffings on you:

CER. Earth's increafe, and foyfon-plenty,
Barns and garners never empty,
Vines, with cluftring bunches growing,
Plants, with goodly burden bowing,
Spring come to you, at the fartheft,
In the very end of harvest!
Scarcity and want fhall fhun you,
Ceres' bleffing fo is on you.

FER. This is a most majestic vision, and Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold To think thefe fpirits?

PRO. Spirits, which by mine art,

I have from their confines call'd to enact
My prefent fancies.

FER. Let me live here ever;

So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,

Make this place paradife.

PRO. Sweet; now filence.

Juno and Ceres whisper feriously;

There's fomething else to do; hufh, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marr'd.

Juno and Ceres whisper, and fend Iris on employment.›

IRIS. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the winding brooks, With your fedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks, Leave your crifp channels, and on this green land Answer your fummons, Juno does command: Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love; be not too late.

Enter certain nymphs.

You fun-burn'd ficklemen, of Auguft weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry;
Make holy-day; your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.

SCENE IV.

Enter certain reapers, properly habited; they join with the nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof, Profpero starts fuddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they vanish heavily.

PRO. [afide.] I had forgot that foul confpiracy Of the beaft Caliban, and his confed'rates,

Against my life; the minute of their plot

-[To the fpirits.] Well done-avoid-no

Is almost come.

FER. This is most strange; your father's in fome paffion

That works him strongly.

MIRA. Never 'till this day

Saw I him touch'd with anger fo diftemper'd.
PRO. You look, my fon, in a mov'd fort,
As if you were dismay'd; be chearful, Sir:
Our revels now are ended: thefe our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabrick of this vision,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe itself,
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 fleep.-Sir, I am vext;
Bear with my weaknefs, my old brain is troubled :
Be not difturb'd with my infirmity;