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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.
jina labora?! 92a bi Adri. Follow, I pray you.
AC T IV. 3101
ou non mi SCENE, Prospero's 'Cell: 07:! A
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
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.
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
Pro. Fairly spoke.
Enter Ariel. tay o.13!
VI. Argo, their tbread of life is spun.
I'm glad, thy father's dead;
Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last ferviec: Did worthily perform; and I must ufe
Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go,
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 ;
hi }}3. Wool
be filenta, in [To Ferdinand.
siis Soft Mufica 19 À 900'ya
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,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-chipt vineyard,
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,
Cer. Tell me, heav'nly bow,
Iris. Of her fociety
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.
Cer. High Queen of state,
[fono defcends, and enters: Jun. How does my bounteous fifter?
Long continuance and encreasing,
Jung hings her bleflings on you :
Barns and garners never empty, .
Ceres’s blessing so is on you.
Pro. Spirits, which by mine art
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.
AA 2. Sc. 1.