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Pro. Come with a thought;I thank you: Ariel, cóme.

Profpero comes forward from the Cell; enter Ariel to him.

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 prefented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd, Left I might anger thee.

Pro. Say again, where didft thou leave these 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 nofes, As they smelt mufick; fo I charm'd their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through Tooth'd briars, sharp furzes, pricking gofs and thorns, Which enter'd their frail fhins: 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 invifible retain thou ftill;

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The trumpery in my houfe, go bring it hither, For ftale to catch thefe thieves.

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Ari. I go, I go.

Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whofe nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,

2 The trumpery in my houfe, go bring it hither

[Exit.

For fale to catch thefe Thieves ] If it be asked what neceffity there was for this apparatus, I anfwer that it was the fuperftitious fancy of the people, in our Author's time, that Witches, Conjurors, &c. had no power over thofe against whom they would employ their Charms, till they had got them at this advantage, committing fome fin or other, as here of theft.

Humanely

Humanely 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.

[Profpero remains invifible.

SCENE V.

Enter Ariel loaden with glistering 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. Monster, your Fairy, which you fay is a harmless Fairy, has done little better than plaid the Jack with us. Trin. Monster, I do fmell all horse-pifs, at which my nofe is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine: do you hear, monster? if I fhould take a displeasure against you; look you

Trin. Thou wer't 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, speak foftly: All's hufht as midnight yet.

Trin. "Ay, but to lofe our bottles in the pool,Ste. "There is not only difgrace and difhonour in "that, monster, but an infinite lofs.

Trin. "That's more to me than my wetting: yet "this is your harmless Fairy, monster.

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Ste. "I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour."

Cal. Pr'ythee, my King, be quiet: feeft thou here, This is the mouth o' th' cell; no noife, and enter; Do that good mischief, which may make this Ifland Thine own for ever; and I, thy Caliban,

For ay thy foot-licker.

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Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts. [phano! Trin. O King Stephano! O Peer! O worthy SteLook, what a wardrobe here is for thee!

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Cal. Let it alone, thou fool, it is but trash.

Trin. Oh, oh, monfter; 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.

[mean, Cal. The dropfie drown this fool! what do you To doat thus on fuch luggage? let's along, And do the murder first: if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches; Make us strange stuff.

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 fteal by line and level, and't like your Grace.

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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: fteal by line and level, is an excellent pafs 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 turn'd to barnacles, or apes

With foreheads villanous low.

3 Trin. O King Stephano! O Peer! O worthy Stephano! Look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!] The Humour of thefe lines confifts in their being an allufion to an old celebrated Ballad, which begins thus, King Stephen was a worthy Peerand celebrates that King's parfimony with regard to his wardrebe.- -There are two Stanzas of this ballad in Othello.

Ste.

Stę. Monster, 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 fpirits in fhape of bounds, hunting them about; Profpero and Ariel Jetting them on. Calib. Steph. and Trinc. driven out, roaring.

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 finews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted 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 fhall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom; for a little,
Follow, and do me fervice.

[Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I. ***

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Before the Cell.

Enter Profpero in his magick Robes, and Ariel.

PROSPER O.

OW does my project gather to a head;
My charms crack not; my fpirits obey, and time

Time

Goes

Goes upright with his Carriage~] The thought is pretty. -- 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 ceafe.

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

In the fame fashion as you gave in charge;
Juft as you left them, all your prifoners, Sir,
In the Lime-Grove which weather-fends your cell.
They cannot budge, 'till your release. The King,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of forrow and dismay; but, chiefly,
Him that you term'd the good old lord Gonzalo.
His tears run down his beard, like winter drops
From eaves of reeds; your charm so strongly works

'em,

That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pro. Do'st thou think fo, fpirit?

Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human.

Pro. And mine fhall..

Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and fhall not myself,

One of their kind, that relifh all as sharply,

Paffion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Tho' with their high wrongs I am ftruck to th' quick,
Yet, with my nobler reafon, 'gainst my fury
Do I take part; the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance; they being penitent,
The fole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further; go, release them, Ariel;

Time is ufually reprefented as an old man almoft worn out, and bending under his load. He is here painted as in great vigour, and walking upright, to denote that things went profpeToufly on.

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