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, whofe throats had hanging at

em

Wallets of flesh, or that there were fuch men,

Whofe heads stood in their breasts? which now we find,

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

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

SCENE IV.

Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy, claps his wings upon the table, and with a quaint device the banquet vanishes.

And what is in't) the never-furfeited fea
Hath caused to belch up; and on this Island
Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men
Being moft unfit to live. I have made you mad;
And ev'n with fuch like valour men hang and drown
Their proper felves. You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate; the elements,

Of whom your fwords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemockt-at flabs

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 five for one.

D 2

Kill

Kill the ftill-clofing waters, as diminish

One down that's in my plume: my fellow-minifters
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too maffy for your ftrengths,
And will not be uplifted. But remember,
(For that's my bufinefs to you) that you three
From Milan did fupplant good Profpero:
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 feas and fhores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace: thee of thy fon, 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; whofe wrath to guard you from
(Which here in this moft defolate Ifle elfe falls
Upon your heads,) is nothing but heart's forrow,
And a clear life ensuing.

He vanishes in thunder: then, to foft mufic, 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 inftruction haft thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadft to fay: fo with good life, And obfervation strange, my meaner minifters 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, whilft I vifit Young Ferdinand, (whom they fuppofe is drown'd,) And his and my lov'd darling.

[Exit Profpero from above. Gon. I'th' name of fomething holy, Sir, why ftand

you

In this firange ftare?

Alon.

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Alon. O, it is monftrous! monftrous!

Methoughts, the billows spoke, and told me of it; "The winds did fing it to me; and the thunder,

That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd "The Name of Profper: it did bafe my trefpafs. Therefore my fon i'th' ooze is bedded; and

I'll feek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lie mudded.

Seb. But one fiend at a time,

I'll fight their legions o'er.

Ant. I'll be thy fecond.

[Exit.

Exeunt.

Gon. All three of them are defperate; "their great

"Like poison giv'n to work a great time after,

"Now 'gins to bite the fpirits. I do befeech you, That are of fuppler joints, follow them fwiftly; And hinder them from what this ecstasy

May now provoke them to.

Adri. Follow, I pray you.

Exeunt.

A C T IV.

SCENE I.

Profpero's Cell.

Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.

PROSPERO.
F I have too aufterely punish'd you,

Your compenfation 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 ftood the teft. Here, afore heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift: O Ferdinand,

Do not smile at me, that I boast her off;

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 acquifition Worthily purchas'd, take my Daughter. But "If thou doft break her virgin-knot, before "All fanctimonious ceremonies may "With full and holy Rite be minifter'd, "No fweet afperfions fhall the heav'ns let fall "To make this contract grow: but barren hate, "Sour-ey'd difdain, and difcord fhall beftrew "The union of your bed with weeds fo loathly, "That you fhall hate it both: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps fhall light you.

Fer. As I hope

For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life,

With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkieft den,

The moft opportune place, the strong'st suggestion

Our worfer Genius can, fhall never melt

Mine honour into luft; to take away

The edge of that day's celebration,

When I fhall think or Phabus' fteeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below.

Pro. Fairly spoke.

Sit then, and talk with her, fhe is thine own.
What, Ariel; my induftrious fervant, Ariel-

Ari.WHAT would my potent mafter? here I am.

Did worthily perform; and I muft ufe you [fervice In fuch 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

Beftow upon

the of this young couple

eyes

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 breathe twice; and cry, fo, fo; Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mow. Do you love me, mafter? no?

and

go

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

Ari. Well, I conceive.

[Exit.

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 abftemious, Or elfe, good-night, your vow!—

Fer. I warrant you, Sir;

The white, cold, virgin-fnow 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 filent.

[To Ferdinand..

Soft Mufic.

III.

SCENE

A MASQUE. Enter Iris.

Iris Cof wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and peafe;

ERES, moft bounteous lady, thy rich leas

Of

Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling fheep,
And flat meads thatch'd with ftover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pionied, and tulip'd brims,
Which spungy April at thy heft betrims,

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