And do the murther 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 steal by line and level, an 't like your grace. STE. I thank thee for that jest: here's a garment for 't: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for 't. TRIN. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest. CAL. I will have none on 't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villainous low. STE. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this. TRIN. And this. STE. Ay, and this. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about. Prospero and Ariel setting them on. PRO. Hey Mountain, hey! ARI. Silver! there it goes, Silver! PRO. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! [CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints Hark, they roar. ARI. [Exeunt. PRO. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and Time PRO. I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, ARI. How fares the king and 's followers"? Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; Brimfull of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly Him that you term'd, sir, "The good old lord, Gonzało ;" From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them, Would become tender. PRO. Dost thou think so, spirit? ARI. Mine would, sir, were I human. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am strook to the quick, ARI. Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, I'll fetch them, sir. PRO. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves"; And ye that on the sands with printless foot By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make©, [Exit. ■ And's followers. These words, says Steevens, spoil the metre without help to the sense; and so he prints "How fares the king and his." That. All the editors omit this word, by which omission they destroy the metrical ease of the line. • The modern editors all make here a compound epithet green-sour. Douce would read green sward. Mr. Hunter agrees with Douce in his objection to the hyphen, and proposes another reading, "By moonshine on the green sour ringlets make." But where is the necessity for change at all? Why cannot we be content to retain the double epithet of the folio? We know that the ringlets are of the green sward, and on the green; but the poet, by using the epithet green, marks the intensity of their colour. They are greener than the green about them. That they are sour he explains by "Whereof the ewe not bites." No description could be more accurate of what we still call fairy-rings. Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, [Solemn music. Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charmed; which Prospero observing, speaks. A solemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, For you are spell-stopp'd. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;— Thou art pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian, • Boil'd. In the original, boil. (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,) ARI. That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them That yet looks on me, or would know me :—Ariel, I will discase me, and myself present, ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Prospero. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough". PRO. Why, that 's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee; To the king's ship, invisible as thou art: Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, [Exit ARIEL. [Exit ARIEL. |