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(That hath to instrument this lower world,
I have made you mad;
death Can be at once, shall step by step attend You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow And a clear life ensuing.
He vanishes in thunder : then, to soft music, enter the
Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table.
Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast
thou Perform’d, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life, And observation strange, my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done: my high charms work, And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they now are in my power; And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drown'd,) And his and my loved darling.
[Exit PROSPERO from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand
Alon. O, it is monstrous ! monstrous !
[Exit. Seb. But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er.
Ant. I'll be thy second. [Ereunt Seb. and ANT. Gon. All three of them are desperate ; their great
Like poison given to work a great time after,
SCENE I.-Before Prospero's Cell.
Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA.
Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life, Or that for which I live; whom once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her.
Fer. I do believe it, Against an oracle.
Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas’d, take my daughter: But If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies inay With full and holy rite be minister’d, No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall, To make this contract grow; but barren hate, Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly, , That you shall hate it both : therefore, take heed,
As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
Fer. As I hope
Pro. Fairly spoke:
Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go,
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel : Do not approach,