You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow, and be merry: Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on, 136 And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing. Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish. Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates 140 Against my life: the minute of their plot Is almost come. - [To the Spirits.] Well done! avoid; no more! This Fer. This is strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly. Mira. Never till this day 144 Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir: Our revels now are ended. These our actors, 148 As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, 153 Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd 168 Lest I might anger thee. Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; 172 So full of valour that they smote the air Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff 156 PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. 195 Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us. 200 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 still: Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to 205 pleasure? Pro. Spirit, We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly; All's hush'd as midnight yet. Ari. Ay, my commander; when I presented Ceres, Though with their high wrongs I am struck to Melting the darkness, so their rising senses the quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is tent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend 28 I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; 68 Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle and blood, You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Se 33 bastian, And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that 36 By moonshine 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, - 40 Weak masters though ye be-I have bedimm'd The noontide 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 44 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 48 Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let them forth 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 there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks. A solemn air and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, 76 Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There Out of this fearful country! Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit. 104 Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire 160 164 Upon this shore, where you were wrack'd, was The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer. No, my dearest love, 172 Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require 132 I would not for the world. My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, Thou must restore. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove 176 A vision of the island, one dear son A most high miracle! Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: I have curs'd them without cause. |