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ACT V. SCENE I. Before the Cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero in his magic Robes, and Ariel.

Pro. Now does my project gather to a head : My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?

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

I did say so.
When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and his ?

Confind together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners
In the lime-grove which weather-fepds* your cell;
They cannot budge, till you 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 you terin'd, sir, The good old lord Gonzalo :
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reedst: your charm so strongly works

That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender,

Dost thou thiuk so, spirit ?
Ari. Mive would, sir, were I human.

And mine shall, Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions; and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?

• Defends from bad weather.

+ Thatch.

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the

quick, Yet with my nobler reason. 'gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves. Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir.

(Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and

groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be), I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art: But this rough magic I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.

[Solemn music.

Re-enter Ariel : after him, Alonso, with a frantic

gesture, attended by Gonzalo ; Sebastian and

Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco: They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and therestand charmed; which Prospero observing, speaks.

A solein air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boild within tly skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stoppid. -
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops. The charın dissolves apace;
Aud as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.- O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed-Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian,-Flesh and

You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expeli'd remorse* and uature; who, with Sebastian
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong),
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art !—Their understanding
Begins to swell: and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me:-Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

[Exit Ariel. I will dis-case me, and myself present, As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit; Thou shalt ere long be free,

• Pity, or tenderness of heart.

Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire


Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie :
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live nou,
Under the blossom thật hangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that'smy dainty Ariel ; I shall miss thee' But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so To the king's ship, invisible as thou art: There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Voder the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place; And presently, I prythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. (Exit Ariel.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!

Behold, sir king,
The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero;
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.

Whe'r* thou beest he, or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know : thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh aụd blood; and, since I saw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave
(Au if this be at all) a most strange story,
Thy dukedom Į resign; and do entreat

• Whether,

Thou pardon me my wrongs:But how should Pros.

. pero Be living, and be here! Pro.

First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot
Be measur'd, or confin'd.

Whether this be,
Or be not, I'll not swear.

You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain :Welcome, my friends all : But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

[Aside to Seb. and Ant. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors ; at this time I'll tell no tales. Seb.

The devil speaks in him. (Aside. Pro.

No: For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault; all of them ; and require My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, Thou must restore. Alon.

. If thou beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation;
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost,
How sharp the point of this remembrance is !
My dear son Ferdinand.

I am woe* fort, sir.
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience
Says, it is past her cure.

I rather think
You have not sought her help ; of whose so
For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.

You the like loss ?
Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portablet


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