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l'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet founded, And with him there lie mudded.

(Exit. Seb. But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. I'll be thy fecond.

[Ereunt. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt, Like poison giv’n to Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you, 15"

bite the work a great time after finit si That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly; And hinder them from what this ecstasy Puoi 10? May now provoke them too.

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ciei Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda 071 PRO'S PÉRO,

> ; F I have too aufterely punishd you, Tail

Your compensation makes amends; for IY 1 Have giv’n you here a thread of mine own life'; (24) 2A

Or (24)

Hlave giv’n you here'a third of my cwn life,] Thus all the im• !! preslions is general; but why is the only a third of his own life? T He had no wife living, nor any other child, to'rob her of a share in his affection : So that we may reckon her at leaf balf of himself, Nor could he intend, that he loy'd himself twice as much as he did A her; for he immediately subjuins, that it was Sbe for whom be livido In Othello, when lage alarms the Senator with the loss of his daughter, v he tells him,gomoo Sliem.

Your heart is burst, you have loft belf your soul. And dimidium animæ meæe is the current language on such“ occafrons. There is no room for doubt, but I have restor'd to the Poet his true reading; and the tbread of life is a phrase most frequent with him. So in K. Henry V.

And let not Bardolfe's vital tbread be cut

With edge of penny cord.
Henry VI. had not churchmen pray'd,
His ibread of life had not in foon decay'd,

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53 Or that, for which I live; whom once again, I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Haft ftrangely stood the teft. Here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift ; O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off; For thou shalt find, the will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her.

Fer. I believe it, Against an oracle.

Pro. Then as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter. But If thou doit break her virgin-knot, before All fanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet afperfions Mall the heav'ns let fall To make this contract głow: but barren hate, Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds ro loathly, That


shall hate it both: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps fhall light you.

Fér. As I hope
For quiet days, 'fair issue, and long life,
With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worser Genius can, fhall never melt
Mine honour into lust; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think or Phæbus' steeds are founder'd,
Or night kept chain'd below,

Pro. Fairly spoke.
Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.
What, Ariel; my industrious fervant, Ariel

Enter Ariel. tay o.13!
Ari. What would my potent mater? here I am.

VI. Argo, their tbread of life is spun.

I'm glad, thy father's dead;
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief.
Shore his old thread in twain.


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Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last ferviec: Did worthily perform; and I must ufe

In such another trick; go, bring the rabble,
O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
Incite them to quick motion, for I muft
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise,
And they expect it from ine.

Ari. Presently?
Pro. Ay, with a twink.

Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go,
And breathe twice; and cry, fo, foi
Each one, tripping on his toe,.;
Will be here with mop and mow
you love me, '
makeri no?

ja ini! Pr.o. Dearly, my delicate Ariel ; do not approach, 'Till thou dost here me call.

Ari, Well, I conceive,

Pro. Look, thou be true ; do not give dalliance Too much the requ; the strongest oaths are straw. To th' fire i'th' blood : be more abftemious, ilu! Or else, good-night, your vow!ating Tond wald ut?

Fer. I warrant yoll, Sir ;
The white, cold, virgin-snow upon my heart.. si
Alates the ardour of my liver.

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Pro. Well,
Now come, my Ariel, bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit; appear, and
No tongue; all eyes; be filenta

be filenta, in [To Ferdinand.

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1 Iris. Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich leas Cf wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and pease; *Thy turfy mountains, where live nibling theep, And Hat meads thatch?d with ftover, them to keep; Thy banks with pioned, and tulip'd brims, Which (pungy, Aprikat thy het betrims, [groves, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broomWhose thadow the dismissed batchelor lover,

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Being lass-lorn; thy pole-chipt vineyard,
And thy fea-marge fteril, and rocky hard,
Where thou thyself do'ft air; the Queen o'th' sky,
Whose wat'ry arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these; and with her foy’reign graces
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport; her peacocks fly amain :
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain,

Enter Ceres.

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Cer. Hail, many-colourd messenger, that ne'er : Do'st disobey the wife of Jupiter: 1,79 Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers: 1 Diffuseft honey drops, refreshing Powers;

. And with each end of thy blue bow do'st crown My bolky acres, and my nnthrub'd down, 1.1 Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy Queen Sommon'd me hither, to this fortugrass green

1718. A contract of true love to celebrate,
And some donation freely to estate!
On the bless'd lovers. ill.

Cer. Tell me, heav'nly bow,
If Venus or her son, as tbou do'st know,
Do now attend the Queen: since they did plot
The means, that dusky Dis my daughter got ;,
Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
I have forsworn.

Iris. Of her fociety
Be not afraid ; I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son
Dove-drawn with her; here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
'Till Hymen's torch be lighted; but in vain 1.
Mars's hot minion is return'd again ;

1,13 & bra Her waspish-headed fon has broke his arrows; ? VIT Swears, he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows, And be a boy right-out.


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Cer. High Queen of state,
Great Juno, comes ; I know her by her gate.

[fono defcends, and enters: Jun. How does my bounteous fifter?


To bless this twain, that they may profp'rous be,
And honour'd in their iffue.
In. Honour, riches, marriage blessing.

Long continuance and encreasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you ;.

Jung hings her bleflings on you :
Cer. Earth's increase, and foyfon-plenty, (25)

Barns and garners never empty, .
Vines, with cluftring bunches growing
Plants, with goodly burchen bowing ;
Spring come to you, at the fartheft,
In the very end of harvest;
Scarcity and want Mall fhun you ;

Ceres’s blessing so is on you.
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold
To think these spirits?

Pro. Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines call’d to enact (26)
My present fancies.

Fer. (25). Earıb's Increase. ) All the editions, that I have ever seen, concus in placing this whole fonnet to Juno: but very abfurdly, in my opinion, I believe, every accurate reader, who is acquainted with poetical history, and the distinct offices of these two goddesses, and who then seriously reads over our Author's lines, will agree with me, tha: Ceres's name ought to have been placed where I have now prefix'd it.

(26) I bave from all tbeir confines ) This all is obtruded upon us by the nice ears of our modern editors, who were for helping the verle, upon a supposition that the accent in confines must needs be upon the first syllable: But the practice of our Poet is against them; and therefore I have restor’d him to his own reading. See As you like it.

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And yet it isks me, the poor dappled fools ;
Being native burghers of this desart city,
Should, in their own confinesy


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