The Plays of William Shakespeare,

Make holy-day; your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.

SCENE IV.

Enter certain reapers, properly habited; they join with the nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof, Profpero starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow and confused noise, they vanish heavily.

Pro. [afide] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confed'rates, Against my life; the minute of their plot

Is almost come.- [To the Spirits.] Well done-avoid

no more.

Fer. This is most strange; your father's in some passion That works him strongly.

Mira. Never 'till this day

Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.

Pro. You look, my fon, in a mov'd fort,
As if you were dismay'd; be chearful, 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 fabrick of this vision,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn 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 fleep. - Sir, I am vext;

Bear

emotion of anger on his fudden recollection of Caliban's plot. This appears from the admirable reflection he makes on the infignificancy Bear with my weakness, my old brain is troubled:

Be not disturb'd with my infirmity;

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

And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.

Fer. Mira. We wish your peace.

[Exeunt Fer. and Mira.

Pro. Come with a thought; I thank you: –

Ariel, come.

Profpero comes forward from the Cell; enter
Ariel to him.

Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; what's thy pleasure?
Pro. Spirit,

We must prepare to meet with Caliban. 4

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

nificancy of human things. For thinking men are never under greater depreffion of mind than when they moralize in this manner; and yet, if we turn to the occafion of his disorder, it does not appear, at first view, to be a thing capable of moving one in Profp ro's circumstances. The Plot of a contemptible Savage and two drunken Sailors, all of whom he had absolutely in his power. There was then no apprehenfion of danger. But if we look more nearly into the cafe, we shall have reason to admire our Author's wonderful knowledge of nature. There was fomething in it with which great minds are most deeply af fected, and that is the Sense of Ingratitude. He recalled to mind the Obligations this Caliban lay under for the Instructions he had given him, and the conveni

encies of life he had taught him to use. But these reflexions on Culiban's Ingratitude would naturally recal to mind his brother's: And then these two working together were very capable of producing all the disorder of passion here reprefented. That these two, who had received, at his hands, the two best Gifts mortals are capable of, when rightly employed, Regal power and the Use of reason; that these, in return, should confpire against the life of the Donor, would furely afflict a generous mind to its utmost bearing. WARBURTON.

+ Meat with Caliban.] To meet with is to counteract, - to play Stratagem againft Stratagem.The Parfon knows the temper of every one in his bouse, and accordingly either meets with their vices, or advances their virtues.

HERBERT's Country Parson.
Left

Left I might anger thee.

Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
Ari. I told you, Sir, they were red hot with drink-

ing;

So full of valour, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kiffing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unbackt colts, they prickt their ears,
5 Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,
As they smelt musick; so I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through
Tooth'd-briars, sharp furzes, pricking gofs and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them
I'th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake
O'er-stunk their feet.

Pro. 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.

Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanly taken, all, all lost, quite loft; And, as with age, his body uglier grows,

[Exit.

5 Thus Drayton in his Court of Fairie of Hobgoblin caught in a Spell.

But once the circle got within
The Charms to work do straight
begin,
And he was caught as in a gin;
For as he thus was buly
A pain be in his head piece feels,
Against a stubbed tree he reels,
And up went poor Hobgoblin's

bee's:

Alas bis brain was dizzy.

At length upon his feet he gets,
Hobgoblin fumes, Hobgoblin
frets;

And as again be forward fets,
And through the bushes fcram-
bles,
A fiump doth bit him in bis pace,
Down comes poor Hob upon his

face,

And lamentably tore his cafe Among the briers and brambles.

So his mind cankers; I will plague them all,
Even to roaring: come, hang them on this line.

[Profpero remains invisible.

SCENE V.

Enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. 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 plaid 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 wer't but a loft monster.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still:

Be patient, for the prize, I'll bring thee to,

Shall hood-wink this mifchance: therefore, speak

foftly;

All's husht 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 lofs.

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. Pr'ythee, my King, be quiet: seest thou here, This is the mouth o'th' cell; no noise, and enter; Do that good mischief, which may make this Island Thine own for ever; and I, thy Caliban,

For ay thy foot-licker.

* He has plaid Jack with a ignis fatuus, by which travellers lantern, has led us about like an are decoyed into the mire.

Ste.

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 shall have it.

Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you

mean,

To doat thus on such luggage? let's along,*
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ;
Make us strange stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monfster. 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, and'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 apes

6 Trin. O King Stephano! O Peer! O worthy Stephano! Look what a wardrobe here is for thee!] The Humour of these lines consists in their being an allusion to an old celebrated Ballad, which begins thus, King Stephen was a worthy Peer

and celebrates that King's parsi-
mony with regard to his ward-
robe. There are two Stan-
zas of this ballad in Othello.

WARBURTON.

* First Edit. let's alone.
+ That is Birdlime.

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