Is the the goddess that hath fever'd us, But, by immortal Providence, she's mine. Alon. I am hers; But, oh, how odly will it found, that I Pro. There, Sir, ftop; Let us not burden our remembrance with An heaviness that's gone. Gon. I've inly wept, Or fhould have spoke ere this. Look down, you Gods, And on this couple drop a bleffed crown : For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way, Which brought us hither! Alon. I fay, Amen, Gonzalo ! Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his iffue Should become Kings of Naples! O rejoice Beyond a common joy, and fet it down Alon. Give me your hands: Let grief and forrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon. Be't fo, Amen! Enter Ariel, with the Mafter and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us! I prophefy'd, if a gallows were on land, This This fellow could not drown. Now, blafphemy, Boats. The best news is, that we have fafely found Ari. Sir, all this fervice Have I done fince I went. Pro. My tricksey spirit! Alon. Thefe are not natural events; they ftrengthen, From ftrange to ftranger. Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, I'd ftrive to tell you. We were dead a-fleep, And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches, Where but ev'n now with ftrange and fev'ral noifes Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diverfity of founds, all horrible, We were awak'd; ftraightway at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld (33) Our royal, good and gallant fhip; our mafter Cap'ring to eye her; on a trice, so please you, Ev'n in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither. Ari. Was't well done? Pro. Bravely, my diligence; thou shall be free. (33) Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant fhip ;- -] What was their trim, would the Editors have us conceive? The fright that they had been put into, by the diverfity of noises? But, as Dr. Thirlby rightly obferv'd to me, the trim is to be understood of the ship, and not of the crew. And this very expreffion occurs again in the Comedy of Errors; The fhip is in her trim; the merry wind Blows fair from land, &c. And MILTON has likewife copied the expreffion; -Behold a ftately ship, Proud of her gawdy trim, comes this way failing, With all her bravery on. And And there is in this bufinefs more than nature Pro. Sir, my Liege, Do not infeft your mind with beating on Untie the fpell. How fares my gracious Sir? Some few odd lads, that you remember not. Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their ftolen apparel. Ste. Every man shift for all the reft, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune; Coragio, bully-monfter, Coragio! Trin. If these be true fpies, which I wear in my head, here's a goodly fight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave fpirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid, He will chastise me: Seb. Ha, ha: What things are thefe, my Lord Anthonio ! Will money buy'em? Ant. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and no doubt marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my Lords, That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs, power: Cal. Cal. Ihall be pincht to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe; where fhould they Find this grand 'lixir, that hath gilded them? (34) How cam'it thou in this pickle? Trin. I have been in fuch a pickle, fince I faw you laft, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I fhall not fear fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Ste. O, touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pro. You'd be King o' th' ifle, Sirrah? Ste. I fhould have been a fore one then. Alon. 'Tis a ftrange thing, as e'er I look'd on. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wife hereafter, Was I, to take this drunkard for a god? And worship this dull fool? Pro. Go to, away! Alon. Hence, and beftow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or ftole it rather. Pro. Sir, I invite your Highness, and your train, (34) Find this grand liquor.] I certainly think, Shakespeare wrote lixir here; alluding to the grand clixir of which the Chemists of that age told fuch wonders, that it would renew youth, purchase immortality, &c. and it being, as they pretended, a preparation of gold, they call'd it also, aurum potabile: hence, 'tis probable, ShakeSpeare fays, gilded; and to this, without doubt, he again alludes in his Anthony and Cleopatra ; How much art thou unlike Mark Anthony? Yet coming from him, that great med'cine hath But, in the paffage before us, it feems his defign to joke upon the Rodomontado boasts of their elixir, and to infinuate, that fack was the only restorer of youth, and bestower of immortality. Mr. Warburton. T. To my poor cell; where you fhall take your reft And the particular accidents gone by, To hear the ftory of your life, which must Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm feas, aufpicious gales, Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near. [Exeunt omnes. |