Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles 26, or to apes With foreheads villainous low.

Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this. Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A noise of Hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver!

Pro. 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 28, or cat o' mountain.

Ari.

Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:

Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,
Follow, and do me service.

[Exeunt.

26 The barnacle is a kind of shell-fish, lepas anatifera, which ancient credulity believed to produce the barnacle-goose. Bishop Hall refers to it in the second Satire of his fourth Book

"That Scottish barnacle, if I might choose,

That of a worm doth wax a winged goose."

Gerrard, in his Herbal, 1597, p. 1391, gives a full description of it; and the worthy Dr. Bullein treats those as ignorant and incredulous who do not believe in the transformation.-Bulwarke of Defence, 1562. Caliban's Barnacle is the clakis, or tree-goose.

27 See Tyrwhitt's Chaucer, Note on v. 6441.

28 Pard, i. e. Leopard.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Before the Cell of Prospero.

Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL.

Pro. 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? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.

Pro.

I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his followers?

Ari. Confin'd together

In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners

In the lime grove which weather-fends 1 your cell:
They cannot budge, till your release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly
Him you term'd, sir, The good old lord, Gonzalo ;
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works
them,

That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pro.

Dost thou think so, spirit?

And mine shall.

Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.

Pro.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch3, a feeling

Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,

1 Defends it from the weather.
2 i. e. Until you release them.

3 A sensation.

One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,

Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury,
Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and

groves *;

And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that
By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime
Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid
(Weak masters though you be5) I have be-dimm'd
The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd and let them forth,
By my so potent art: But this rough magick
I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd

4 This speech is in some measure borrowed from Medea's, in Ovid; the expressions are, many of them in the old translation by Golding. But the exquisite fairy imagery is Shakspeare's own. 5 That is; ye are powerful auxiliaries, but weak if left to yourselves. Your employments are of the trivial nature before mentioned.

Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,)
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.

[Solemn musick. 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
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,

Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine,
Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,

Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.
O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.—Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;-

Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood,

You brother mine, that entertain❜d ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who with Sebastian (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,) 6 So in Mids. Night's Dream

"Lovers' and madmen have such seething brains."

7 Remorse is pity, tenderness of heart; nature is natural affection.

Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding Begins to swell; and the approaching tide

Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,

That now lie foul and muddy.

Not one of them,

That yet looks on me, or would know me :-Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

[Exit ARIEL.

I will dis-case me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire
PROSPERO.

Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie:

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily:

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough3.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so— To the king's ship, invisible as thou art : There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place;

And presently, I pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me and return

Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

[Exit ARIEL.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement

8 This was the received opinion: so in Fairfax's Tasso, B. iv. St. 18.

"The goblins, fairies, fiends, and furies mad,
Ranged in flowrie dales, and mountaines hore,
And under every trembling leaf they sit."