That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced [Exit. Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt, Adr. May now provoke them to. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt. ACT FOURTH. Scene I. Before Prospero's cell. Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. Pros. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Do not smile at me that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, Fer. Against an oracle. I do believe it Pros. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Fer. Pros. With full and holy rite be minister'd, As I hope With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion Mine honour into lust, to take away The edge of that day's celebration ΙΟ 20 When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, Fairly spoke. Sit, then, and talk with her; she is thine own. Enter Ariel. Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. 31 Ari. Did worthily perform; and I must use you In such another trick. Go bring the rabble, Pros. Ay, with a twink. Ari. Presently? Before you can say, 'come,' and 'go,' Will be here with mop and mow. Do you love me, master? no? Pros. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach Ari. 40 Well, I conceive. [Exit. 50 Pros. Look thou be true; do not give dalliance Fer. Pros. Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw Or else, good night your vow! I warrant you, sir; The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Well. Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly! Enter Iris. [Soft music. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas 60 Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Where thou thyself dost air;-the queen o' the sky, 71 Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace, Enter Ceres. Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er 80 Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate; Cer. And some donation freely to estate On the blest lovers. Tell me, heavenly bow, Iris. Cer. 90 Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company I have forsworn. Of her society Be not afraid I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son 99 Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, High'st queen of state, Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait. Enter Juno. Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me Juno. Cer. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Juno sings her blessings on you. Earthes increase, foison plenty, Barns and garners never empty; [They sing : IIO Vines with clustering bunches growing ; |