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And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind! we are fuch stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a fleep.- Sir, I am vext; (27)
Bear with my weakness, my old brain is troubled :
Be not disturbd with my infirmity ;
If thou be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.

Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. [Exe. Fer. and Mir.
Pro. Come with a thought; I thank you:-

Ariel, come. Prospero comes forward from the Cell; enter Ariel to him.

Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to ; what's thy pleasure?

Pro. Spirit,
We must prepare to meet with Galiban.


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,

Mr. Warburton.

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Ari. Ay, my commander; when I presented Ceres,
I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd,
Left I might anger thee.

Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets ?

Ari. I told you, Sir, they were red hot with drinking;
So full of valour, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unbackt colts, they prickt their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,
As they smelt mufick ; so I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through
Tooth'd briars, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail Thins: at last I left them
l'th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake.
O'er-stunk their feet.

Pro. This was well done, my bird;
Thy shape invisible retain thou still;
The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
For ftale to catch these thieves.

Ari. I go, I go.

Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all loft, quite loft;
And, as with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers; I will plague them all,
Even to roaring: come, hang them on this line.

[Prospero remains invisible.
Enter Ariel loaden with gliftering apparel, &c. Enter

Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may

Hear a foot fall; we now are near his cell.

Ste. Monster, your Fairy, which you say is a harm.
Jess Fairy, has done little better than plaid the Jack
with us.

Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which my nose is in great indignation.



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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

your Grace.


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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
Lye at my mercy all mine enemies:
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom; for a little,
Follow, and do me service.


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S CE N E, before the Cell.

Enter Prospero in his magick robes, and Arich

OW does my project gather to a head;
My charms crack not; my spirits obey, and

Goes upright with his carriage : how's the Day?

Ari. "On the sixth hour, at which time, my lord, You faid, our work should cease.

Pro. I did say so,
When firft I rais d'the tempeft; fay, my spirit,
How fares the King and's followers?

Ari. Confin'd
In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, all your prisoners, Sir,
In the Lime-Grove which weather-fends your cell.
They cannot budge, 'till your release. The King,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of sorrow and dismay; but, chiefly,
Him that you term'd the good old lord Gonzalo.
His tears run down his beard, like winter drops
From eaves of reeds; your charm so strongly works 'em,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro. Do'st thou think so, spirit ?
Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human.

Pro. And mine shall.
Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not my felf,
One of their kind, that relish all as iharply,


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