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Incite them to quick motion, for I most
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise,
And they expect it from me.
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.
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 strongest oaths are straw
To th' fire i'th' 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.
Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary
Rather than want a spirit, appear; and pertly-
Tris. 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 stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pionied, and tulip'd brims,
Which spungy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns: and thy broom-groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard,
And thy sea-marge steril, and rocky hard,
Where thou thyself do'st air; the queen o'th' sky,
Whose wat’ry arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these; and with her sov'reign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport; her peacocks fly amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
CER. Hail, many-colour’d messenger, that'ne'er
Do'st disobey 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'st crown
My bosky acres, and my unshrub'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass’d green?
IR IS. A contract of true love to celebrate,
And some donation freely to estate
On the bless'd lovers.
Cer. Tell me, heav'nly bow,
If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
Do now attend the queen: since they did plot
The means, that dulky Dis my daughter got,
Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
I have forsworn.
Iris. Of her fociety
Be not afraid; I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son
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 waspish-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 descends, and enters.
Jun. How does my bounteous fifter? go with me
To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,
And honour'd in their issue.
· Jun. Honour, riches, marriage-blefling,
Long continuance and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you !
Juno sings her bleflings on you:
Cer. Earth's increase, and foyson-plenty,
Barns and garners never empty,
Vines, with clustring bunches growing,
Plants, with goodly burden bowing,
Spring come to you, at the farthest,
In the very end of harvest !
Scarcity and want shall fhun you,
Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious chermingly: may I be bold
To think these spirits?
Pro, Spirits, which by mine art,
I have from their confiaes calld to enact
My present fancies,
Fer. Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,
Make this place paradise.
Pro. Sweet; now filence.
Juno and Ceres whifper feriously;
's something else to do; hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd.
Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment
Iris. You nymphs, callid Naiads, of the winding brooks, With
your sedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land
Answer your summons, Judo does command:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.
Enter certain nymphs.
You fun-bura'd ficklernen, 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
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 vanish heavily.
Pro. [aside.) I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confed’rates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come.-[To the spirits.] Well done-avoid-no
Fer. This is most strange; your father's in some pafsion That works him strongly.
Mira. Never 'till this day
Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper’d.
Pro. You look, my son, in a mov'd sort,
As if you were dismay'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 baseless fabrick of this vision,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind! we are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little lise
Is rounded with a sleep.--Sir, I am vext;
Bear with my weakness, my old brain is troubled :
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity;