Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. Pro. If I haue too aufterely punish'd you, Your compenfation makes amends, for I Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life, Or that for which I liue: who, once againe I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou Haft ftrangely stood the teft: here, afore heauen I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand, Doe not smile at me, that I boaft her of, For thou shalt finde fhe will out-ftrip all praise And make it halt, behinde her. Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary, Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly. Soft mufick. No tongue all eyes: be filent. Enter Iris. Ir. Ceres, moft bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas To make cold Nymphes chaft crownes; & thy broome- To come, and fport: here Peacocks flye amaine : Iuno defcends. Enter Ceres. Cer. Haile, many-coloured Meffenger, that nere Who, with thy faffron wings, vpon my flowres And with each end of thy blew bowe do'ft crowne Rich fcarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe, If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know, Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son Her wafpith headed fonne, has broke his arrowes, Cer. Highest Queene of State, Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate. Iu. How do's my bounteous fifter? goe with me To blesse this twaine, that they may profperous be, And honourd in their Issue. Iu. Honor, riches, marriage, blessing, They Sing. Iuno Iuno fings ber blessings on you. Fer. This is a moft maiefticke vifion, and Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art I haue from their confines call'd to enact My prefent fancies. Fer. Let me liue here euer, So rare a wondred Father, and a wife Makes this place Paradise. Pro. Sweet now, filence: Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously, There's fomething elfe to doe: hush, and be mute Iuno and Ceres whisper, and fend Iris on employment. Enter Certaine Nimphes. You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of August weary, Enter certaine Reapers (properly babited :) they ioyne with the Nimphes, in a gracefull dance, towards the end whereof, Profpero ftarts fodainly and speakes, after which to a frange bollow and confused noyfe, they beauily vanish. Pro. I had forgot that foule confpiracy Of the beast Calliban, and his confederates Against my life: the minute of their plot Is almost come: Well done, auoid: no more. Fer. This is ftrange: your fathers in fome paffion That workes him strongly. Mir. Neuer till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger, fo distemper'd. Is rounded with a fleepe: Sir, I am vext, Beare with my weakeneffe, my old braine is troubled : Be not difturb'd with my infirmitie, If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell, And there repofe, a turne or two, Ile walke To ftill my beating minde. Fer. Mir. We wish your peace. Exit. Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come. Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleasure ? Pro. Say again, where didft thou leaue these varlots? Ar. I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking, So full of valour, that they smote the ayre For breathing in their faces: beate the ground Pro. This was well done (my bird) Pro. A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whose nature Nurture can neuer fticke: on whom my paines Humanely taken, all, all loft, quite loft, And, as with age, his body ouglier growes, So his minde cankers: I will plague them all, Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line. Enter Ariell, loaden with gliftering apparell, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet. Cal. Pray you tread foftly, that the blinde Mole may not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell. St. Monster, your Fairy, w you fay is a harmles Fairy, Has done little better then plaid the lacke with vs. Trin. Monster, I do fmell all horse-piffe, at which My nofe is in great indignation. Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I should Take a displeasure against you: Looke you. Trin. Thou wert but a loft Monster. Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour ftil, Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too Shall hudwinke this mifchance: therefore speake softly, All's husht as midnight yet. Trin. I, but to loofe our bottles in the Poole. Ste. There is not onely difgrace and dishonor in that Monster, but an infinite loffe. Tr. That's more to me then my wetting: Yet this is your harmleffe Fairy, Monster. Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, Though I be o're eares for my labour. Cal. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. Seeft thou heere For aye thy foot-licker. Ste. Giue me thy hand, I do begin to haue bloody thoughts. Trin. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano, Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee. Cal. Let it alone thou foole, it is but trash. Tri. Oh, ho, Monster: wee know what belongs to a frippery, O King Stephano. B 2 Ste. Put Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ile haue that gowne. Tri. Thy grace shall haue it. (meane Cal. The dropfie drowne this foole, what doe you From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches, Ste. Be you quiet (Monster) Miftris line, is not this my Ierkin? now is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ierkin you are like to lose your haire, & proue a bald Ierkin. Trin. Doe, doe; we fteale by lyne and leuell, and't like your grace. Ste. I thank thee for that ieft; heer's a garment for't: Wit fhall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent passe of pate: there's another garment for't. Tri. Monster, come put fome Lime vpon your fingers, and away with the rest. Cal. I will haue none on't: we shall loose our time, Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers helpe to beare this away, where my hogfhead of wine is, or Ile turne you out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this. Tri. And this. Ste. I, and this. Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo, Pro. Doft thou thinke fo, Spirit? Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane. Haft thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent, Ar. Ile fetch them, Sir. Exit. Pro. Ye Elues of hils, brooks, stāding lakes & groues, And ye, that on the fands with printleffe foote Doe chafe the ebbing-Neptune, and doe flie him When he comes backe: you demy-Puppets, that By Moone-fhine doe the greene fowre Ringlets make, Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, whose paftime Is to make midnight-Mufhrumps, that reioyce To heare the folemne Curfewe, by whofe ayde (Weake Masters though ye be) I haue bedymn'd The Noone-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes, And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vault Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder Haue I giuen fire, and rifted Loues ftowt Oke With his owne Bolt: The ftrong bafs'd promontorie Haue I made shake, and by the fpurs pluckt vp The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command Haue wak'd their fleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my fo potent Art. But this rough Magicke I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd Some heauenly Muficke (which euen now I do) To worke mine end vpon their Sences, that This Ayrie-charme is for, I'le breake my staffe, Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth " And deeper then did euer Plummet found Ile drowne my booke. Solemne muficke. Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alonso with a franticke gefture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebaftian and Anthonio in like manner attended by Adrian and Francifco: They all enter the circle which Prospero bad made, and there ftand charm'd: which Profpero obferuing, Speakes. A folemne Ayre, and the best comforter, Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man, Mine eyes ev'n fociable to the shew of thine Fall fellowly drops: The charme diffolues apace, Didft Did thou Alonfo, vfe me, and my daughter: Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act, Thou art pinch'd for't now Sebaftian. Flesh, and bloud, Will shortly fill the reasonable shore That now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them That yet lookes on me, or would know me: Ariell, I will difcafe me, and my felfe present Ariell fings, and helps to attire him. In a Cowflips bell, There I cowch when Owles doe crie, after Sommer merrily. Vnder the bloom that hangs on the Bow. Vnder the Hatches: the Mafter and the Boat-fwaine Being awake, enforce them to this place; And presently, I pre'thee. Ar. I drinke the aire before me, and returne Or ere your pulfe twice beate. Exit. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits heere: fome heauenly power guide vs Out of this fearefull Country. Pro. Behold Sir King The wronged Duke of Millaine, Profpero: For more affurance that a liuing Prince Do's now fpeake to thee, I embrace thy body, And to thee, and thy Company, I bid A hearty welcome. Alo. Where thou bee'ft he or no, (As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulfe Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how fhold Profpero Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in Nalpes Where my fonne lies: when did you lose your daughter? Are naturall breath: but howfoeu'r you haue Which was thruft forth of Millaine, who moft ftrangely Not a relation for a break-faft, nor Befitting this firft meeting: Welcome, Sir; This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants, I will requite you with as good a thing, At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye As much, as me my Dukedome. Here Profpero difcouers Ferdinand and Miranda, play ing at Cheffe. Mir. Sweet Lord, you play me false. Fer. No my dearest loue, I would not for the world. (wrangle, Ar. Sir, all this feruice Haue I done fince I went. Pro. My trickley Spirit. Alo. These are not naturall euents, they ftrengthen From strange, to stranger: fay, how came you hither? Bot. If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake, I'ld ftriue to tell you: we were dead of sleepe, And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches, Where, but euen now, with strange, and feuerall noyfes Of roring, fhreeking, howling, gingling chaines, And mo diuerfitie of founds, all horrible. We were awak'd: straight way, at liberty; Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Mafter Capring to eye her: on a trice, so please you, Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them, And were brought moaping hither. Ar. Was't well done? Pro. Brauely (my diligence) thou shalt be free. Alo. This is as ftrange a Maze, as ere men trod, And there is in this bufineffe, more then nature Was euer conduct of: fome Oracle Muft rectifie our knowledge. Pro. Sir, my Leige, Doe not infeft your minde, with beating on Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir? Ste. Euery man shift for all the reft, and let Tri. If these be true fpies which I weare in my head, here's a goodly fight. Cal. O Serebos, these be braue Spirits indeede : How fine my Mafter is? I am afraid He will chaftife me. Seb. Ha, ha: What things are thefe, my Lord Anthonio? Ant. Very like: one of them Is a plaine Fish, and no doubt marketable. Pro. Marke but the badges of thefe men, my Lords, That could controle the Moone; make flowes, and ebs, Cal. I fhall be pincht to death. Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler ? Where had he wine? Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where fhould they Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em? How cam'st thou in this pickle? Tri. I haue bin in fuch a pickle fince I faw you laft, That I feare me will neuer out of my bones: I fhall not feare fly-blowing. Seb. Why how now Stephano? Ste. O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp. Pro. You'ld be King o'the Ifle, Sirha? Ste. I fhould haue bin a fore one then. Alo. This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on. Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wife hereafter, And |