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Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the | At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their wandering 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. 131 Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love; be not too late.
Enter certain Nymphs.
You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow and be merry. Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on, And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing.
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 heavily vanish.
Pros. Aside. I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his confederates Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come. To the Spirits. Well done! Avoid; no more!
Fer. This is strange: your father's in some passion
That works him strongly.
Never till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Pros. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd; Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled: Be not disturb'd with my infirmity. If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk To still my beating mind. Fer., Mir.
We wish your peace. Exeunt.
Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses
Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'erstunk their feet.
This was well done, my bird. Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves.
Ari. I go, I go. Exit. Pros. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as with age his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers. I will plague them all, Even to roaring.
Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, etc. Come, hang them on this line. PROSPERO and ARIEL remain, invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
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 played 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, look you,-Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still. Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly;
All's hush'd as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
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 ears for my labour.
Cal. Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,
This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter:
Ste. Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
Cal. Let it alone, thou fool: it is but trash. Trin. O, ho, monster! 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 dropsy drown this fool! what do
To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone,
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
Him that you term'd, sir, the good old lord Gonzalo ':
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From caves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works them,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
And mine shall. 20
Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
By my so potent art. But this rough magic to
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
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder and amaze.
Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us
Behold, sir king,
Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you
my brace of lords, were I so minded,
The devil speaks in him.
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
Give us particulars of thy preservation;
Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost
And rest myself content.
Pros. In this last tempest. I perceive, these
At this encounter do so much admire
Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was
To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this;
Whe'r thou be'st he or no, Not a relation for a breakfast nor
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
Be living and be here?
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FER-
I would not for the world.
Mir. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should
And I would call it fair play.
Alon. What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Sir, she is mortal;
I am hers.
I have inly wept,
Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown!
Should become kings of Naples? O! rejoice
With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage
When no man was his own.
Be it so: Amen.
Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.
O look, sir! look, sir! here is more of us.
Our king and company: the next, our ship, Which but three glasses since we gave out split, Is tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when We first put out to sea.
Ari. Aside to PROSPERO. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.
Pros. Aside to ARIEL. Alon. These are not
My tricksy spirit! natural events; they
From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, 230 And, how we know not, all clapp'd under hatches; Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
Ari. Aside to PROSPERO. Was 't well done?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the And deal in her command without her power. news? These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil, Boats. The best news is that we have safely For he's a bastard one, had plotted with them found To take my life: two of these fellows you
Must know and own; this thing of darkness I
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Trin. I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?
Ste. O touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
Pros. You'd be king o' the isle, sirrah?
Pros. He is as disproportion'd in his manners
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool!
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,