Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd father and a wife Makes this place Paradise. Pros. 1 I20 [Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks, With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels and on this green land Answer your summons; Juno does command: Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love; be not too late. Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses thorns, 180 Which entered 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. Pros. 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. 140 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. 150 Mir. Never till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Pros. You do look, my son, in a moved 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 disturbed with my infirmity: If you be pleased, retire into my cell And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind. 160 Fer. Mir. We wish your peace. [Exeunt. 190 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. 200 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. 210 A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on. Pros. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver! Pros. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark! [Cal., Ste., and Trin. are driven out. Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them Than pard or cat o' mountain. Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell. Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL. Pros. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ar. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. I did say so, When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and's followers? Ari. Confined together Pros. In the same fashion as you gave in charge, His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops works 'em 20 That if you now beheld them, your affections Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, [Exit. 40 And ye that on the sands with printless foot 50 And deeper than did ever plummet sound A solemn air and the best comforter Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, and blood, 70 Flesh You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian, Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong, Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, 80 Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding ARIEL sings and helps to attire him. Pros. You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace For the like loss I have her sovereign aid And rest myself content. Alon. You the like loss! Pros. As great to me as late; and, supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you, for I Have lost my daughter. Alon. A daughter? O heavens, that they were living both in Naples, daughter? Pros. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire That they devour their reason and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain That I am Prospero and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed, To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye 170 Here Prospero discovers FERDINAND and MI- Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false. I would not for the world. No, my dear'st love, Alon. What is this maid with whom thou wast at play? 190 Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Alon. Pros. She Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone. There, sir, stop: I have inly wept, 200 Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown! Aion. Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice 210 And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Alon. [To Fer, and Mir.] Give me your hands: O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us: 211 Our king and company; the next, our ship- Ari. [Aside to Pros.] Sir, all this service Pros. [Aside to Ari.] My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, 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 Pros.] Was't well done? 240 Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave, Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em? 280 How camest thou in this pickle? 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, on. Pros. You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah? Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd [Pointing to Caliban. Pros. He is as disproportion'd in his manners As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. 291 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! Go to; away! Pros. 300 [Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin. Pros. Sir, I invite your highness and your train 300 To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest I long 310 To hear the story of your life, which must That is thy charge: then to the elements near. EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, As you from crimes would pardon'd be, 10 20 |