Alon. I will stand to, and feed, Although my laft; no matter, fince I feel The beft is paft. Brother, my Lord the Duke, Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy, claps his wings upon the table, and with a queint device the banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of fin, whom destiny Of whom your fwords are temper'd, may as well One down that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers I do intend, this year, of Jubilee coming on, to travel: And (because I will not altogether go upon expence,) I am determined to put forth fo e five thousand pound, to be paid me five for one, upon the return of myself, my wife, and my dog, from the Turk's Court in Conftantinople. If all, or either of us mifcarry in the journey, 'tis gone; if we be fuccessful, why, there will be five and twenty thoufund pourds to entertain time witkal. If this was to be the return of the Knight's venture; 'tis obvious, he put out his money on five for one. Ben to heighten the ridicule of these projecting voyagers, makes Puntarvelo's wife averse to accompany him; and fo he is forc'd to put out his venture on the return of himself, his dog, and his cat-Let me conclude with obferving on the different conduct of the two poets. Shakespeare (perhaps, out of a part cular deference for Sir W. Raleigh) only fneers at these adventurous voyagers obliquely, and, as it were, en palant: The furly Ben, who would be tied up by no fuch fcrupulous regards, dreffes up the fashion in the moft glaring colours of comic bumour; or, ra ther, brings down his fatire to the level of farcical ridicule. (23) Hath caus'd to belch you up ;] Thus, the whole fet of editions; but 'tis obvious to every reader, that the Grammar's faulty; and therefore I have cur'd it by throwing out you. Are Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt, He vanishes in thunder: then to Soft mufic enter the fhapes again, and dance with mops and moves, and carrying out the table. Pro. Bravely the figure of this harpy haft thou In their distractions; they are in my power; Young Ferdinand, (whom they fuppofe is drown'd,) Alon. O, it is monftrous! monstrous! Methoughts, the billows spoke, and told me of it; I'll feek him deeper than e'er plummet founded, And with him there lie mudded. Ant. I'll be thy fecond [Exit. [Exeunt. Gon. All three of them are defperate; their great guilt, Like poifon giv'n to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the fpirits. I do beseech you, [Exeunt. SCENE, Profpero's Cell. Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. PROSPER O. IF I have too aufterely punish'd you, Your compenfation makes amends; for I (24) -for 1 Have giv'n you bere a third of my own life,] Thus all the impreffions in general; but why is the only a third of his own life? He had no wife living, nor any other child, to rob her of a share in his affection: So that we may reckon her at least half of himself. Nor could he intend, that he lov'd himself twice as much as he did her; for he immediately fubjoins, that it was She for whom he liv'd. In Othello, when lag. alarms the Senator with the lofs of his daughter, he tells him, Your heart is burft, you have loft half your foul. And dimidium anima mea is the current language on fuch occafions. And let not Bardolfe's vital thread be cut Henry VI. had not churchmen pray'd, His tbread of life had not so soon decay'd. 12 Henry Or that, for which I live; whom once again Do not smile at me, that I boast her off; Fer. I believe it, Against an oracle. Pro. Then as my gift, and thine own acquifition With full and holy rite be minifter'd, Fer. As I hope For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life, With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, 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' feeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below. Pro. Fairly spoke. Sit then, and talk with her, fhe is thine own. Enter Ariel. Ari. What would my potent mafter? here I am. 2. Henry VI. Argo, their thread of life is fpun. Othello --I'm, glad, thy father's dead; Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I muft ufe you 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 Bestow upon 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 fay, Come and go, And breathe twice; and cry, fo, so; Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mow. Do you love me, mafter? no? Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach, 'Till thou dost here me call. Ari. Well, I conceive. Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance Fer. I warrant you, Sir; The white, cold, virgin-fnow upon my heart Pro. Well. liver. Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary, [Exit. [To Ferdinand. [Soft Mufic. A MASQUE. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, moft bounteous Lady, thy rich leas [groves, To make cold nymphs chafte crowns; and thy broomWhofe fhadow the difmiffed batchelor loves, |