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To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy brown
groves, Whole shadow the dismissed batchelor loves, Being lass-lorn ; *thy pale-clipt vineyard, And thy fea-marge fteril, and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself doft air ; the Queen o’ th’sky, Whose wat’ry arch and messenger am I, Bids thee leave thefe; 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.
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate,
Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow,
Iris. Of her society
* Thy pale-clipt Vineyard. i. e. the Vineyard inclosed or fenced with Pales, in Opposition to the wide and open Sea-marge or Coaft.
'Till Hymen's torch be lighted; but in vain
Çer. High Queen of state,
(Juno descends, and enters. Juno. How does
bounteous fifter? To bless this twain, that they may prosp'rous be, And honour'd in their issue.
Jun. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Long continuance and encreasing,
Juno sings her blessings on you.
Barns and garners never empty,
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Pro. Spirits, which by mine art
Fer. Let me live here ever;
Pro. Sweet now, filence:
There's something else to do; hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marrd.
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, Juno does command: Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love; be not too late.
Enter certain Nymphs.
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.
Had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban, and his confed'rates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come. Well done, avoid; no more. Fer. This is most strange; your father's in some
passion That works him strongly.
- Mira. Never 'till this day
Pro. You look, my son, in a mov'd fort,
* Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of th' air-visions “ The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, - The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all, which it inherit, shall dissolve;
Leave not a rack behind! we are such stuff
Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. Exit Fer. and Mira.
I thank you
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to ; what's thy pleasure?
Ari. Ay, my commander; when I presented Ceres,
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
Ari. I told you, Sir, they were red hot with drink-
There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake
(Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil; on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, 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.
[Prospero remains invisible.
S CE N E. V.
Enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Enter Ca
liban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet, Cal. RAY you, tread softly, that the blind mole
Hear a foot fall; we now are near his cell.
Ste. Monster, your Fairy, which you say is a harmless Fairy, has done little better than plaid the Jack with us.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which my
nose is in great indignation. Ste. So is mine: do you hear, monster ? if I should take a displeasure against you;
you; look you— Trin. Thou wer't but a loft monster. Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still : * The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither
For stale to catch these thieves] If it be asked what Necessity there was for this Apparatus, I answer that it was the superstitious Fancy of the People, in our Author's Time, that Witches, Conjurors, &c. had no Power over those against whom they would employ their Charms, till they had got them at this Advantage, committing some Sin or other, as here of Theft.