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And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. [Exe. Fer. and Mir.
Ariel, come. Prospero comes forward from the Cell; enter Ariel to him.
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to ; what's thy pleasure?
Sir, I am vext; Bear with my Weakness, my old Brain is troubled :) There is the Appearance of something very extraordinary, in this great Emotion of Anger fo discoverable in the Behaviour of Prospero, on the suddain Recollection of Caliban's Plot: And the admirable Reflection, which he makes, upon the Insignificancy of human Things, fully thews it : For thinking Men are never under greater Oppression of Mind, than when they make such kind of Reflections. And yet, if we turn to the Cause of this Disturbance, there is Nothing that one could imagine, at first View, could occafion it: The Plot of a contemptible Savage, and two drunken Sailors, whom he had absolutely in his Power ! It could be no Apprehension of Danger then, that could cause it. But, reflecting more attentively, we shall find, (agreeably to our Poet's wonderful knowledge of Nature,) there was something in the Cale, with which great Minds are most deeply affected; and that is, the Resentment of Ingratitude, He recall'd to his Mind the Obligations this Caliban lay under for the Instructions he had receiv'd from him, and the Conveniences of Life he had taught him to use. But these Reflections of Caliban's Ingratitude would naturally recall to mind his Brother's : and then these two, working together, were very capable of producing all the Disorder of Palfion here reprefented. That these two, who had receiv'd at his hands the two best Gifts that Mortals are capable of, when rightly apply'd, Regal Power and the Use of Reason ; that Thefe, in return, should conspire against the Life of the Donor, would certainly afflict a generous Mind to its utmost Bearing. As these Reflections do so much Honour to that surprizing Knowledge of human Nature, which is so apparently our Author's Mafterpiece, it cannot, sure, be thought unnecessary to set them a proper Light,
Ari. Ay, my commander; when I presented Ceres,
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets ?
Ari. I told you, Sir, they were red hot with drinking;
Pro. This was well done, my bird;
Ari. I go, I go.
Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
[Prospero remains invisible.
Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
Ste. Monster, your Fairy, which you say is a harm.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which my nose is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine : do you hear, monster? if I should take a displeasure against you; look you –
Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour ftill: Be patient, for the prize, I'll bring thee to, Shall hood-wink this mischance; therefore, speak softly; All's husht as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,
Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in chat, monster, but an infinite loss.
Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless Fairy, monster.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er cars for my labour.
Cal. Pr'ythee, my King, be quiet: seest thou here, This is the mouth o'ch' cell; no noise, and enter; Do that good mischief, which may make this Iland Thine own for ever; and I, thy Caliban, For ay thy foot-licker.
Ste. Give me thy hand; I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O King Stephano ! O Peer! O worthy Stepbano! Look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!
Cal. Let it alone, thou fool, it is but trash.
Trin. Oh, oh, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery; O, King Stephano !
Sie. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsie drown this fool! what do you mean, To doar chus on such luggage ? let's along, And do the murder first: if he awake, From toc to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ; Make us strange stuff.
Ste. Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do ; we steal by linc and level, and't like
Ste. I thank thee for that jest, here's a garment for?: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am King of this country: steal by line and level, is an excellent pafs of pate ; there's another garment for't. Trin. Monster, come, put some lime
some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on't; we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or apes With foreheads villanous 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
bounds, hunting them about ; Prospero and Ariel setting them on. Calib. Steph. and Trinc. driven out, roaring. Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey. Ari. Silver; there it goes, Silver.
Pro. Fury, Fury; there, Tyrant, there; hark, hark; an Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their finews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them, Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
Ari. Hark, they roar.
Pro. Let them be hunted foundly. At this hour
S CE N E, before the Cell.
Enter Prospero in his magick robes, and Arich
Ari. "On the sixth hour, at which time, my lord, You faid, our work should cease.
Pro. I did say so,
Pro. Do'st thou think so, spirit ?
Pro. And mine shall.