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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.

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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
Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;
Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,
And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:
Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims
Which fpungie Aprill, at thy hest betrims;

To make cold Nymphes chaft crownes; & thy broome-
Whofe fhadow the difmiffed Batchelor loues, (groues;
Being laffe-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard,
And thy Sea-marge stirrile, and rockey-hard,
Where thou thy felfe do'ft ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,
Whose watry Arch, and meffenger, am I.
Bids thee leaue thefe, & with her foueraigne grace,
Here on this graffe-plot, in this very place

To come, and fport: here Peacocks flye amaine :
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.

Iuno defcends.

Enter Ceres.

Cer. Haile, many-coloured Meffenger, that nere
Do'ft difobey the wife of Iupiter :

Who, with thy faffron wings, vpon my flowres
Diffufeft hony drops, refreshing showres,

And with each end of thy blew bowe do'ft crowne
My boskie acres, and my vnfhrubd downe,

Rich fcarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene
Summond me hither, to this fhort gras'd Greene?
Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,
And fome donation freely to eftate
On the bles'd Louers.

Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe,

If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know,
Doe now attend the Queene? fince they did plot
The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got,
Her, and her blind-Boyes fcandald company,
I haue forfworne.

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Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son
Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to haue done
Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,
Whose vowes are, that no bed-right shall be paid
Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine,
Marfes hot Minion is returnd againe,

Her wafpith headed fonne, has broke his arrowes,
Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows,
And be a Boy right out.

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,
Long continuance, and encreasing,
Hourely ioyes, be still upon you,

They Sing.

Iuno

Iuno fings ber blessings on you.
Earths increafe, feyzon plentie,
Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty.
Vines, with cluftring bunches growing,
Plants, with goodly burthen bowing:
Spring come to you at the fartheft,
In the very end of Harueft.
Scarcity and want shall fhun you,
Ceres bleffing fo is on you.

Fer. This is a moft maiefticke vifion, and
Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold
To thinke these spirits?

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
Or else our spell is mar'd.

Iuno and Ceres whisper, and fend Iris on employment.
Iris. You Nimphs cald Nayades of y windring brooks,
With your fedg'd crownes, and euer-harmeleffe lookes,
Leaue your crifpe channels, and on this greene-Land
Anfwere your fummons, Iuno do's command.
Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate
A Contract of true Loue: be not too late.

Enter Certaine Nimphes.

You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of August weary,
Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,
Make holly day your Rye-ftraw hats put on,
And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery one
In Country footing.

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.
Pro. You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd fort,
As if you were difmaid: be cheerefull Sir,
Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors,
(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,
And like the bafeleffe fabricke of this vifion
The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,
The folemne Temples, the great Globe it felfe,
Yea, all which it inherit, fhall diffolue,
And like this infubftantiall Pageant faded
Leaue not a racke behinde: we are fuch ftuffe
As dreames are made on; and our little life

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.
Enter Ariell.

Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleasure ?
Pro. Spirit: We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ar. I my Commander, when I prefented Ceres
I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd
Leaft I might anger thee.

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
For kiffing of their feete; yet alwaies bending
Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor,
At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,
Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their nofes
As they smelt muficke, fo I charm'd their eares
That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briars, fharpe firzes, pricking goffe, & thorns,
Which entred their fraile fhins: at laft I left them
I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,
There dancing vp to th'chins, that the fowle Lake
Ore-ftunck their feet.

Pro. This was well done (my bird)
Thy fhape inuifible retaine thou still:
The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hither
For ftale to catch thefe theeues. Ar. I go, I goe. Exit.

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
This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noife, and enter:
Do that good mifcheefe, which may make this Island
Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban

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.

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Ste. Put

Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ile haue that gowne.

Tri. Thy grace shall haue it.

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Cal. The dropfie drowne this foole, what doe you
To doate thus on fuch luggage? let's alone
And doe the murther firft: if he awake,

From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches,
Make vs strange stuffe.

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,
And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes
With foreheads villanous low.

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.

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Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo,
His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops
From eaues of reeds: your charm so strongly works 'em
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro. Doft thou thinke fo, Spirit?

Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane.
Pro. And mine shall.

Haft thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not my felfe,
One of their kinde, that rellish all as sharpely,
Paffion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art?
Thogh with their high wrongs I am ftrook to th' quick,
Yet, with my nobler reason, gainst my furie
Doe I take part: the rarer Action is

In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent,
The fole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frowne further: Goe, release them Ariell,
My Charmes Ile breake, their fences Ile restore,
And they fhall be themfelues.

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,
To an vnfetled fancie, Cure thy braines
(Now vfeleffe) boile within thy skull: there ftand
For you are Spell-stopt.

Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man,

Mine eyes ev'n fociable to the shew of thine

Fall fellowly drops: The charme diffolues apace,
And as the morning fteales vpon the night
(Melting the darkeneffe) fo their rifing fences
Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their cleerer reason. O good Gonzallo
My true preferuer, and a loyall Sir,
To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy graces
Home both in word, and deede : Moft cruelly

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,
You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition,
Expelld remorse, and nature, whom, with Sebaftian
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee,
Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderstanding
Begins to fwell, and the approching tide

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,
Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell,

I will difcafe me, and my felfe present
As I was fometime Millaine: quickly Spirit,
Thou shalt ere long be free.

Ariell fings, and helps to attire him.
Where the Bee fucks, there fuck I,
lie,

In a Cowflips bell,

There I cowch when Owles doe crie,
On the Batts backe I doe flie

after Sommer merrily.
Merrily, merrily, shall I liue now,

Vnder the bloom that hangs on the Bow.
Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariell: I shall miffe
Thee, but yet thou fhalt haue freedome : fo, fo, fo.
To the Kings fhip, inuifible as thou art,
There fhalt thou finde the Marriners asleepe

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,
Or fome inchanted trifle to abuse me,

(As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulfe
Beats as of flesh, and blood: and fince I saw thee,
Th'affliction of my minde amends, with which
I feare a madneffe held me: this must craue
(And if this be at all) a most strange story.
Thy Dukedome I refigne, and doe entreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how fhold Profpero
Be liuing, and be heere?

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Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in Nalpes
The King and Queene there, that they were, I wish
My felfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed

Where my fonne lies: when did you lose your daughter?
Pro. In this laft Tempeft. I perceiue these Lords
At this encounter doe fo much admire,
That they deuoure their reason, and scarce thinke
Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words

Are naturall breath: but howfoeu'r you haue
Beene iuftled from your fences, know for certain
That I am Profpero, and that very Duke

Which was thruft forth of Millaine, who moft ftrangely
Vpon this fhore (where you were wrackt) was landed
To be the Lord on't: No more yet of this,
For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day,

Not a relation for a break-faft, nor

Befitting this firft meeting: Welcome, Sir;

This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants,
And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in :
My Dukedome fince you haue giuen me againe,

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.

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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
The strangeneffe of this bufineffe, at pickt leisure
(Which shall be shortly fingle) I'le refolue you,
(Which to you fhall feeme probable) of euery
Thefe happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull
And thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit,
Set Caliban, and his companions free:

Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet miffing of your Companie
Some few odde Lads, that you remember not.
Enter Ariell, driuing in Caliban, Stephano, and
Trinculo in their ftolne Apparell.

Ste. Euery man shift for all the reft, and let
No man take care for himselfe; for all is
But fortune: Coragio Bully-Monster Corafio.

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?
Will money buy em?

Ant. Very like: one of them

Is a plaine Fish, and no doubt marketable.

Pro. Marke but the badges of thefe men, my Lords,
Then fay if they be true: This mishapen knaue;
His Mother was a Witch, and one fo ftrong

That could controle the Moone; make flowes, and ebs,
And deale in her command, without her power:
These three haue robd me, and this demy-diuell;
(For he's a baftard one) had plotted with them
To take my life: two of thefe Fellowes, you
Muft know, and owne, this Thing of darkeneffe, I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I fhall be pincht to death.

Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler ?
Seb. He is drunke now;

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.
Pro. He is as difproportion'd in his Manners
As in his shape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell,
Take with you your Companions: as you looke
To haue my pardon, trim it handfomely.

Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wife hereafter,

And

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