Scarcity, and want, shall shun you;
Ceres' bleffing fo is on you.

Fer. This is a moft majestic vifion, and
Harmonious charmingly may I be bold
To think thefe fpirits?

Pro. Spirits, which by mine art

I have from their confines call'd to enact
My prefent fancies.

Fer. Let me live here ever;

So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,
Make this place paradise.

Pro. Sweet now, filence:

Juno, and Ceres, whifper feriously;

There's fomething elfe to do: hufh, and be mute, Or elfe our fpell is marr'd.

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[JUNO, and CERES, whisper, and fend IRIS on employment.

Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring brooks,

land

With your fedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks, Leave your crifp channels, and on this green Anfwer your fummons; Juno does command: Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love; be not too late.

Enter certain Nymphs.

You fun-burn'd ficklemen, of Auguft weary,
Come hither from the furrow and be merry ;
Make holy-day: your rye-ftraw hats put on,
And thefe freth nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.

Enter

Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof Profpero ftarts fuddenly, and Speaks; after which, to a ftrange, hollow, and confused noise, they vanish heavily.

Pro. [Afide.] I had forgot that foul confpiracy Of the beaft Caliban and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almoft come.-[To the fpirits.] Well done ;avoid; no more.

[fion

Fer. This is ftrange: your father's in fome pafThat works him ftrongly. Mira. Never till this day, Saw I him touch'd with anger fo distemper'd. Pro. You do look, my fon, in a mov'd fort, As if you were difmay'd: be chearful, fir: 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 bafelefs fabrick of this vifion, The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces. The folemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, fhall diffolve; And, like this infubftantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: We are fuch stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a fleep.-Sir, I am vexed; Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled: Be not difturb'd with my infirmity;

If thou be pleas'd, retire into my cell,

And there repofe; a turn or two I'll walk,
To ftill my beating mind.

F

Fer

Fer. Mira. We wish you peace.

[Exeunt FER. and MIR A. Pro. Come with a thought :-I thank thee :

Ariel, come.

PROSPERO comes forward from his cell; enter ARIEL to him.

Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy Pro. Spirit, [pleasure ?

We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Ari. Ay, my commander: when I prefented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd, Left I might anger thee.

Pro. Say again, where didft thou leave thefe varlets?

Ari. I told you, fir, they were red hot with
drinking;

So full of valour, that they fmote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kifling of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their nofes,
As they fmelt mufick; fo I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd-briers, fharp furzes, pricking gofs, and
thorns,

Which enter'd their frail fhins: at last I left them
I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,.
There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O'er-ftunk their feet.

Pro. This was well done, my bird:

Thy fhape invifible retain thou ftill:

The trumpery in my houfe, go, bring it hither,

For

For ftale to catch thefe thieves.

Ari. I go, I go.

[Exit.

Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whofe nature Nurture can never ftick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all loft, quite loft; And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, Even to roaring:-Come, hang them on this line. [PROSPERO remains invifible.

Enter ARIEL loaden with glistering apparel, Sc. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet.

Cal. Pray you, tread foftly, that the blind mole

may not

Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

Ste. Monster, your fairy which, you fay, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than play'd the Jack with us.

Trin. Monster, I do fmell all horfe-pifs; at which my nofe is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine.

Do you hear, monfter! If I · fhould take a displeasure against you; look you→→ Trin. Thou wert but a loft monster.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour ftill: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hood wink this mifchance; therefore, fpeak All's hufh'd as midnight yet. [foftly; Trin. Ay, but to lofe our bottles in the poolSte. There is not only difgrace and difhonour in that, monfer, but an infinite lofs.

Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: Yet this is your harmlefs fairy, monster.

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

F?

Cal.

Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet; See'ft thou

here?

This is the mouth o'the cell; no noife, and enter: Do that good mifchief, which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I thy Caliban,

For aye thy foot-licker.

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. Oh, 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 fhall have it.

Cal. The dropfy drown this fool! what do

mean,

To doat thus on fuch luggage? Let's along,
And do the murder firft: if he awake,

you

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

Ste. Be you quiet, monfter.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin! Now is the jerkin under the line : Now, jerkin, you are like to lofe your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.

Trin. Do, do; we fteal by line and level, an't like your grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that jeft; here's a garment for't! wit fhall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pafs of pate; there's another garment for't.