Be patient, for the prize, I'll bring thee to, Shall hood-wink this mifchance; therefore, fpeak All's hufht as midnight yet. [foftly: Trin. "Ay, but to lofe our bottles in the pool,Ste. "There is not only difgrace and dishonour in "that, monfter, but an infinite lofs.

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

Ste. "I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er 66 ears for my labour."

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

For ay thy foot-licker.

Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Trin. *O King Stephano! O Peer! Oworthy Stephano! Look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!

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 shall have it.

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

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

Ste. Be you quiet, monfter. Miftrefs line, is not this my jerkin? now is the jerkin under the line:

Trin. O. King Stephano! O Peer! O worthy Stephano!

Look what a Wardrobe here is for thee!]The Humour of these Lines confifts in their being an Allufion to an old celebrated Ballad, which begins thus, King Stephen was a worthy Peer, &c. and celebrates that King's Parfimony with regard to his Wardrobe. There are two Stanzas of this Bailad in Othello.

now

now, jerkin, you are like to lofe 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 King of this country: fteal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment "for't.

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Trin. Monster, come, put fome lime upon your fingers, and away with the reft.

Cal. I will have none on't; we fhall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or apes

With foreheads villanous low.

Ste. 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 shape of hounds, hunting them about; Prospero and Ariel fetting 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

Lie 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

ACT V. SCENE I.

Before the Cell.

Enter Profpero in his magic Robes, and Ariel.

PROSPERO.

OW does my project gather to a head;

My charms crack not; my fpirits obey, and time Goes upright with his carriage: how's the day? Ari. On the fixth hour, at which time, my lord, You faid, our work should cease.

Pro. I did say so,

When first I rais'd the tempeft; say, 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 fo ftrongly works
'em,

That if
Would become tender.

you now beheld them, your affections

Pro. Doft thou think so, spirit?

*----Time

Goes upright with his carriage] The thought is pretty.

Time is

ufually represented as an old Man almost worn out, and bending

under his load. He is here painted as in great Vigour, and walking upright, to denote that Things went profperoufly on.

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 shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relifh all as fharply,
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;
My charms I'll break, their fenfes I'll restore,
And they fhall be themselves.

Ari. I'll fetch them, Sir.

Pro. "

YE

SCENE II.

[Exit.

E elves of hills, brooks, ftanding lakes and groves, "And ye, that on the fands with printless foot "Do chafe the ebbing Neptune; and do fly him, "When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that

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By moon-shine do the green four ringlets make, "Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime "Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice "To hear the folemn curfew; by whofe aid

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(Weak masters tho' ye be) I have be-dimm'd

"The noon-tide fun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, "And 'twixt the green fea and the azur'd vault "Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder "Have I giv'n fire, and rifted Jove's ftout oak "With his own bolt: the ftrong bas'd promontory "Have I made shake, and by the fpurs pluckt up "The pine and cedar: graves at my command, "Have open'd, and let forth their fleepers, wak'd By my fo potent art.” But this rough magic.

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I here abjure; and when I have required
Some heav'nly music, which even now I do,
(To work mine end upon their fenfes, that
This airy charm has frail'd;) I'll break my staff;
Bury't a certain fadom in the earth;

And deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.

SCENE

[Solemn Mufic.

III.

Here enters Ariel before; then Alonso with a frantic gefture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebaftian and Anthonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francifco. They all enter the circle which Profpero had made, and there fand charm'd; which Profpero obferving, Speaks. Solemn air, and the best comforter

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To an unfettled fancy, cure thy brains
Now ufelefs, boil'd within thy fcull! There ftand,
For you are spell-ftopt.-

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even fociable to th' fhew of thine,
Fall fellow-drops.-

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The chaim dissolves apace;

And as the morning fteals upon the night,
"Melting the darknefs; fo their rifing fenfes
Begin to chase the ign'rant fumes, that mantle
"Their clearer reafon." O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal Sir

To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed.
-Moft cruelly
Didft thou, Alonfo, ule me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;

Thou'rt pinch'd for 't now, Sebaftian, flesh and blood.
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorfe and nature; who with Sebaftian
(Whose inward pinches therefore are moft ftrong)
Would here have kill'd your King; I do forgive thee,
Unnat'ral though thou art. "Their understanding

"Begins