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Alon. Not I.
Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear. When we were

boys, Who would believe, that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapt like bulls, whose throats had hanging at


Wallets of flesh, or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we

* Each putter out on five for one will bring us
Good warrant of.

Alon. I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last; no matter, fince I feel
The best is paft. Brother, my lord the Duke,
Stand to, and do as we.


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Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harþy, claps

his wings upon the table, and with a quaint device the

banquet vanishes. Ari. OU are three men of sin, whom destiny

(That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch


and on this Island Where man doth not inhabit, you ’mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; And ey'n with such like valour men hang and drown Their felves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements, Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemockt-at ftabs

proper felves.

* Each putter out on five for one-] A Satire on the Voyagers of that Time, who had just discovered a new World ; and, as was natural, gave very extravagant Accounts of the Wonders of it. Their Ventures in these Expeditions are alluded to in the Title, given them, of putters out on fire for one.


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Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One down that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too masly for your strengths,
And will not be uplifted. But remember,
(For that's my business to you) that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero:
Expos'd unto the sea (which hath requit it)
Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace: thee of thy son, Ålonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling'ring perdition, worse than any death
Can be at once, shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose wrath to guard you from
(Which here in this most defolate Isle else falls
Upon your heads,) is nothing but heart's sorrow,
And a clear life ensuing.
He vanishes in thunder : then, to soft music, Enter the shapes

again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carrying out the table.

Pro. Bravely the figure of this harpy haft thou Perform’d, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: Of my instrućtion haft thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadst to say: so with good life, And observation strange, my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done; my high charms work, And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they are in my power; And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit Young Ferdinand, (whoin they suppose is drown'd,) And his and my lov'd darling.

Exit Profpero from above. Gon. I'th' name of something holy, Sir, why stand

you In this strange ftare ?


Alon. 0, it is monstrous! monstrous ! " Methoughts, the billows fpoke, and told me of it;

The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, *. That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd “ The Name of Prosper : it did base my trespass. Therefore


son i'th' ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet founded, And with him there lie mudded.

[Exit. Seb. But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. I'll be thy second.

Exeunt. Gon. All three of them are desperate; " their great

guilt, - Like poison giv'n to work a great time after, “ Now 'gins to bite the fpirits. I do beseech you, That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly; And hinder them from what this ecstasy May now provoke them to. Adri. Follow, I pray you.




Prospero's Cell.

Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.

F I have too aufterely punish'd you,

Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have giv’n you here a thread of mine own life;
Or that for which I live; whom once again
I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Haft ftrangely stood the test. Here, afore heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift: 0 Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off;
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For thou shalt find, she will outstrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.

Fer. I believe it,
Against an oracle,

Pro. Then as my gift,and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas’d, take my Daughter. But “ If thou dost break her virgin-knot, before

All sanctimonious ceremonies may " With full and holy Rite be minister'd, “ No sweet aspersions shall the heav'ns let fall “ To make this contract grow: but barren hate,

Sour-ey'd difdain, and discord shall bestrew “ The union of your bed with weeds so loathly, " That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed, , As Hymen's lamps shall light you.

Fer. As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong ft suggestion
Our worser Genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into luft; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think or Phæbus' steeds are founder'd,
Or night kept chain'd below.

Pro. Fairly spoke.
Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.
What, Ariel; my industrious fervant, Ariel-


Enter Ariel.

7 HAT would my potent master? here I am.

Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last
Did worthily perform; and I must use you [service
In such another trick; go, * bring the rabble,
O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
Incite them to quick motion, for I must
* -- bring the rabble,] i. e. of Spirits.


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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 say, Come, and go
And breathe twice; and cry, so, so;
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with


and mow. Do you

love me, master? no ? Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach, 'Till thou dost 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.

Pro. Well.
Now come, my Ariel ; *bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly-
No tongue; all

eyes ;
be silent. [To Ferdinand.

Soft Music.


A MASQUE. Enter Iris.
ER ES, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas

Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
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,

bring a corollary,] Corrollarium fignifies what we call Super. numerary, or what is more than is just sufficient,

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