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The Tempest. Ant. Ile be thy Second. Exeunt. Gon.
[1580]
All three of them are desperate: their great guilt (Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after) Now gins to bite the spirits: I doe beseech you (That are of suppler ioynts) follow them swiftly, And hinder them from what this extasie
[1585]
May now prouoke them to.
Ad. Follow, I pray you. Exeunt. omnes.
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. Pro. If I haue too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends, for I Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,
[1590]
Or that for which I liue: who, once againe I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore heauen I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand,
[1595]
Doe not smile at me, that I boast her of, For thou shalt finde she will out‑strip all praise And make it halt, behinde her.
Fer. I doe beleeue it Against an Oracle. Pro.
[1600]
Then, as my guest, and thine owne acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But If thou do'st breake her Virgin‑knot, before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy right, be ministred,
[1605]
No sweet aspersion shall the heauens let fall To make this contract grow; but barraine hate, Sower‑ey'd disdaine, and discord shall bestrew The vnion of your bed, with weedes so loathly That you shall hate it both: Therefore take heede,
[1610]
As Hymens Lamps shall light you.
Fer. As I hope For quiet dayes, faire Issue, and long life, With such loue, as 'tis now the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strongst suggestion,
[1615]
Our worser Genius can, shall neuer melt Mine honor into lust, to take away The edge of that dayes celebration, When I shall thinke, or Phoebus Steeds are founderd, Or Night kept chain'd below.
Pro.
[1620]
Fairely spoke; Sit then, and talke with her, she is thine owne; What Ariell; my industrious seruāt servant Ariell.
Enter Ariell. Ar. What would my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your last seruice
[1625]
Did worthily performe: and I must vse you In such another tricke: goe bring the rabble (Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place: Incite them to quicke motion, for I must Bestow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
[1630]
Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promise, And they expect it from me.
Ar. Presently? Pro. I: with a twincke. Ar. Before you can say come, and goe,
[1635]
And breathe twice; and cry, so, so: Each one tripping on his Toe, Will be here with mop, and mowe. Doe you loue me Master? no?

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Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach
[1640]
Till thou do'st heare me call.
Ar. Well: I conceiue. Exit. Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance Too much the raigne: the strongest oathes, are straw To th'fire ith' blood: be more abstenious,
[1645]
Or else good night your vow.
Fer. I warrant you, Sir, The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart Abates the ardour of my Liuer. Pro. Well.
[1650]
Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary, Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly. Soft musick. No tongue: all eyes: be silent.
Enter Iris. Ir. Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;
[1655]
Thy Turphie‑Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe, And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe: Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims Which spungie Aprill, at thy hest betrims; To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; & thy broome‑ (groues;
[1660]
Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues, Being lasse‑lorne: thy pole‑clipt vineyard, And thy Sea‑marge st rrile, and rockey‑hard, Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre, the Queene o'th Skie, Whose watry Arch, and messenger, am I.
[1665]
Bids thee leaue these, & with her soueraigne grace, Iuno descends. Here on this grasse‑plot, in this very place To come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine: Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.
Enter Ceres. Cer. Haile, many‑coloured Messenger, that nere
[1670]
Do'st disobey the wife of Iupiter: Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowres Diffusest hony drops, refreshing showres, And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne My boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,
[1675]
Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene Summond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene?
Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate, And some donation freely to estate On the bles'd Louers Cer.
[1680]
Tell me heauenly Bowe, If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know, Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plot The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got, Her, and her blind‑Boyes scandald company,
[1685]
I haue forsworne.
Ir. Of her societie Be not afraid: I met her deitie Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son Doue‑drawn with her: here thought they to haue done
[1690]
Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide, Whose vowes are, that no bed‑right shall be paid Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine, Marses hot Minion is returnd againe, Her waspish headed sonne, has broke his arrowes,
[1695]
Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows, And be a Boy right out.
Cer. Highest Queene of State, Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate. Iu. How do's my bounteous sister? goe with me
[1700]
To blesse this twaine, that they may prosperous be, And honourd in their Issue.
They sing. Iu. Honor, riches, marriage, blessing, Long continuance, and encreasing, Hourely ioyes, be still vpon you, Iuno

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Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. Pro. If I haue too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends, for I Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,
[1590]
Or that for which I liue: who, once againe I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore heauen I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand,
[1595]
Doe not smile at me, that I boast her of, For thou shalt finde she will out‑strip all praise And make it halt, behinde her.
Fer. I doe beleeue it Against an Oracle. Pro.
[1600]
Then, as my guest, and thine owne acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But If thou do'st breake her Virgin‑knot, before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy right, be ministred,
[1605]
No sweet aspersion shall the heauens let fall To make this contract grow; but barraine hate, Sower‑ey'd disdaine, and discord shall bestrew The vnion of your bed, with weedes so loathly That you shall hate it both: Therefore take heede,
[1610]
As Hymens Lamps shall light you.
Fer. As I hope For quiet dayes, faire Issue, and long life, With such loue, as 'tis now the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strongst suggestion,
[1615]
Our worser Genius can, shall neuer melt Mine honor into lust, to take away The edge of that dayes celebration, When I shall thinke, or Phoebus Steeds are founderd, Or Night kept chain'd below.
Pro.
[1620]
Fairely spoke; Sit then, and talke with her, she is thine owne; What Ariell; my industrious seruātservant Ariell.
Enter Ariell. Ar. What would my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your last seruice
[1625]
Did worthily performe: and I must vse you In such another tricke: goe bring the rabble (Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place: Incite them to quicke motion, for I must Bestow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
[1630]
Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promise, And they expect it from me.
Ar. Presently? Pro. I: with a twincke. Ar. Before you can say come, and goe,
[1635]
And breathe twice; and cry, so, so: Each one tripping on his Toe, Will be here with mop, and mowe. Doe you loue me Master? no?
Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach
[1640]
Till thou do'st heare me call.
Ar. Well: I conceiue. Exit. Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance Too much the raigne: the strongest oathes, are straw To th'fire ith' blood: be more abstenious,
[1645]
Or else good night your vow.
Fer. I warrant you, Sir, The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart Abates the ardour of my Liuer. Pro. Well.
[1650]
Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary, Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly. Soft musick. No tongue: all eyes: be silent.
Enter Iris. Ir. Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;
[1655]
Thy Turphie‑Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe, And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe: Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims Which spungie Aprill, at thy hest betrims; To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; & thy broome‑ (groues;
[1660]
Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues, Being lasse‑lorne: thy pole‑clipt vineyard, And thy Sea‑marge st rrile, and rockey‑hard, Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre, the Queene o'th Skie, Whose watry Arch, and messenger, am I.
[1665]
Bids thee leaue these, & with her soueraigne grace, Iuno descends. Here on this grasse‑plot, in this very place To come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine: Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.
Enter Ceres. Cer. Haile, many‑coloured Messenger, that nere
[1670]
Do'st disobey the wife of Iupiter: Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowres Diffusest hony drops, refreshing showres, And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne My boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,
[1675]
Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene Summond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene?
Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate, And some donation freely to estate On the bles'd Louers Cer.
[1680]
Tell me heauenly Bowe, If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know, Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plot The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got, Her, and her blind‑Boyes scandald company,
[1685]
I haue forsworne.
Ir. Of her societie Be not afraid: I met her deitie Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son Doue‑drawn with her: here thought they to haue done
[1690]
Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide, Whose vowes are, that no bed‑right shall be paid Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine, Marses hot Minion is returnd againe, Her waspish headed sonne, has broke his arrowes,
[1695]
Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows, And be a Boy right out.
Cer. Highest Queene of State, Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate. Iu. How do's my bounteous sister? goe with me
[1700]
To blesse this twaine, that they may prosperous be, And honourd in their Issue.
They sing. Iu. Honor, riches, marriage, blessing, Long continuance, and encreasing, Hourely ioyes, be still vpon you,
[1705]
Iuno sings her blessings on you
Earths increase, foyzon plentie, Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty. Vines, with clustring bunches growing, Plants, wtth with goodly burthen bowing:
[1710]
Spring come to you at the farthest, In the very end of Haruest. Scarcity and want shall shun you, Ceres blessing so is on you.
Fer. This is a most maiesticke vision, and
[1715]
Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold To thinke these spirits?
Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art I haue from their confines call'd to enact My present fancies. Fer.
[1720]
Let me liue here euer, So rare a wondred Father, and a wise Makes this place Paradise.
Pro. Sweet now, silence: Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously,
[1725]
There's something else to doe: hush, and be mute Or else our spell is mar'd.
Iuno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment. Iris. You Nimphs cald Nayades of yͤ windring brooks, With your sedg'd crownes, and euer‑harmelesse lookes, Leaue your crispe channels, and on this green‑Land
[1730]
Answere your summons, Iuno do's command. Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate A Contract of true Loue: be not too late. Enter Certaine Nimphes. You Sun‑burn'd Sicklemen of August weary, Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,
[1735]
Make holly day: your Rye‑straw hats put on, And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery one In Country footing.
Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne with the Nimphes, in a gracefull dance, towards the end where­ of, Prospero starts sodainly and speakes, after which to a strange hollow and confused noyse, they heauily vanish. Pro. I had forgot that foule conspiracy Of the beast Calliban, and his confederates
[1740]
Against my life: the minute of their plot Is almost come: Well done, auoid: no more.
Fer. This is strange: your fathers in some passion That workes him strongly. Mir. Neuer till this day
[1745]
Saw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper'd.
Pro. You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd sort, As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir, Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors, (As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
[1750]
Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre, And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision The Clowd‑capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces, The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolue,
[1755]
And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded Leaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffe As dreames are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext, Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled:
[1760]
Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie, If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell, And there repose, a turne or two, Ile walke To still my beating minde.
Fer. Mir.

We wish your peace.

Exit. Pro.
[1765]

Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come.

Enter Ariell. Ar.

Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleasure?

Pro.

Spirit: We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Ar. I my Commander, when I presented Ceres I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd
[1770]
Least I might anger thee.
Pro.

Say again, where didst thou leaue these varlots?

Ar. I told you Sir, they were red‑hot with drinking, So full of valour, that they smote the ayre For breathing in their faces: beate the ground
[1775]
For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor, At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares, Aduanc'd their eye‑lids, lifted vp their noses As they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their eares
[1780]
That Calfe‑like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briars, sharpe firzes, pricking gosse, & thorns, Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell, There dancing vp to th' chins, that the fowle Lake
[1785]
Ore‑stunck their feet.
Pro. This was well done (my bird) Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still: The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hither For stale to catch these theeues. Ar.
[1790]

I go, I goe.

Exit. Pro. A Deuill, a borne‑Deuill, on whose nature Nurture can neuer sticke: on whom my paines Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost, And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,
[1795]
So his minde cankers: I will plague them all, Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.
Enter Ariell, loaden with glistering apparell, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet. Cal.

Pray you tread softly, that the blinde Mole may

not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell.

St. Monster, your Fairy, which you say is a harmles Fairy,
[1800]
Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse‑pisse, at which My nose is in great indignation. Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I should Take a displeasure against you: Looke you. Trin.
[1805]

Thou wert but a lost Monster.

Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour stil, Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too Shall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly, All's husht as midnight yet. Trin.
[1810]

I, but to loose our bottles in the Poole.

Ste. There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that Monster, but an infinite losse. Tr. That's more to me then my wetting: Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy, Monster. Ste.
[1815]
I will fetch off my bottle, Though I be o're eares for my labour.
Cal. Pre‑thee (my King) be quiet. Seest thou heere This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischeefe, which may make this Island
[1820]
Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban For aye thy foot‑licker.
Ste. Giue me thy hand, I do begin to haue bloody thoughts. Trin. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano,
[1825]
Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee.
Cal.

Let it alone thou foole, it is but trash.

Tri.

Oh, ho, Monster: wee know what belongs to a

frippery, O King Stephano.

Ste. Put off that gowne ( Trinculo) by this hand Ile haue that gowne. Tri.
[1830]

Thy grace shall haue it.

Cal. The dropsie drowne this foole, what doe you (meane To doate thus on such luggage ? let's alone And doe the murther first: if he awake, From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches,
[1835]
Make vs strange stuffe.
Ste.

Be you quiet (Monster) Mistris line, is not this

my Ierkin? now is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ier­

kin you are like to lose your haire, & proue a bald Ierkin.

Trin.

Doe, doe; we steale by lyne and leuell, and't

[1840]

like your grace.

Ste.

I thank thee for that iest; heer's a garment for't:

Wit shall not goe vn‑rewarded while I am King of this

Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent passe

of pate: there's another garment for't.

Tri.
[1845]

Monster, come put some Lime vpon your fin­

gers, and away with the rest.

Cal. I will haue none on't: we shall loose our time, And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes With foreheads villanous low. Ste.
[1850]

Monster, lay to your fingers: helpe to beare this

away, where my hogshead of wine is, or Ile turne you

out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this.

Tri.

And this.

Ste.

I, and this.

A noyse of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in shape of Dogs and Hounds, hunting them about: Prospero and Ariel setting them on. Pro.
[1855]

Hey Mountaine, hey.

Ari.

Siluer: there it goes, Siluer.

Pro. Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke. Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts With dry Convultions, shorten vp their sinewes
[1860]
With aged Cramps, & more pinch‑spotted make them, Then Pard, or Cat o'Mountaine.
Ari.

Harke, they rore.

Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this houre Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:
[1865]
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little Follow, and doe me seruice.
Exeunt.
 

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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1642">Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance</l>
      <l n="1643">Too much the raigne: the strongest oathes, are straw</l>
      <l n="1644">To th'fire ith' blood: be more abstenious,</l>
      <l n="1645">Or else good night your vow.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
      <l n="1646">I warrant you, Sir,</l>
      <l n="1647">The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart</l>
      <l n="1648">Abates the ardour of my Liuer.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1649">Well.</l>
      <l n="1650">Now come my<hi rend="italic">Ariell</hi>, bring a Corolary,</l>
      <l n="1651">Rather then want a Spirit; appear, &amp; pertly.<stage rend="italic inline" type="business">Soft musick.</stage>
      </l>
      <l n="1652">No tongue: all eyes: be silent.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="entrance">Enter Iris.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-iri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ir.</speaker>
      <l n="1653">
         <hi rend="italic">Ceres</hi>, most bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas</l>
      <l n="1654">Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;</l>
      <l n="1655">Thy Turphie‑Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,</l>
      <l n="1656">And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:</l>
      <l n="1657">Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims</l>
      <l n="1658">Which spungie<hi rend="italic">Aprill</hi>, at thy hest betrims;</l>
      <l n="1659">To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; &amp; thy broome‑
      <lb rend="turnunder"/>
         <pc rend="turnunder">(</pc>groues;</l>
      <l n="1660">Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues,</l>
      <l n="1661">Being lasse‑lorne: thy pole‑clipt vineyard,</l>
      <l n="1662">And thy Sea‑marge st<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="uninkedType"
              resp="#LMC"/>rrile, and rockey‑hard,</l>
      <l n="1663">Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,</l>
      <l n="1664">Whose watry Arch, and messenger, am I.</l>
      <l n="1665">Bids thee leaue these, &amp; with her soueraigne grace,</l>
      <stage rend="italic inline" type="entrance">Iuno
      <lb rend="turnunder"/>descends.</stage>
      <l n="1666">Here on this grasse‑plot, in this very place</l>
      <l n="1667">To come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine:</l>
      <l n="1668">Approach, rich<hi rend="italic">Ceres</hi>, her to entertaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="entrance">Enter Ceres.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cer.</speaker>
      <l n="1669">Haile, many‑coloured Messenger, that nere</l>
      <l n="1670">Do'st disobey the wife of<hi rend="italic">Iupiter:</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1671">Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowres</l>
      <l n="1672">Diffusest hony drops, refreshing showres,</l>
      <l n="1673">And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne</l>
      <l n="1674">My boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,</l>
      <l n="1675">Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene</l>
      <l n="1676">Summond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-iri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ir.</speaker>
      <l n="1677">A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,</l>
      <l n="1678">And some donation freely to estate</l>
      <l n="1679">On the bles'd Louers</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cer.</speaker>
      <l n="1680">Tell me heauenly Bowe,</l>
      <l n="1681">If<hi rend="italic">Venus</hi>or her Sonne, as thou do'st know,</l>
      <l n="1682">Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plot</l>
      <l n="1683">The meanes, that duskie<hi rend="italic">Dis</hi>, my daughter got,</l>
      <l n="1684">Her, and her blind‑Boyes scandald company,</l>
      <l n="1685">I haue forsworne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-iri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ir.</speaker>
      <l n="1686">Of her societie</l>
      <l n="1687">Be not afraid: I met her deitie</l>
      <l n="1688">Cutting the clouds towards<hi rend="italic">Paphos</hi>: and her Son</l>
      <l n="1689">Doue‑drawn with her: here thought they to haue done</l>
      <l n="1690">Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,</l>
      <l n="1691">Whose vowes are, that no bed‑right shall be paid</l>
      <l n="1692">Till<hi rend="italic">Hymens</hi>Torch be lighted: but in vaine,</l>
      <l n="1693">
         <hi rend="italic">Marses</hi>hot Minion is returnd againe,</l>
      <l n="1694">Her waspish headed sonne, has broke his arrowes,</l>
      <l n="1695">Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows,</l>
      <l n="1696">And be a Boy right out.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cer.</speaker>
      <l n="1697">Highest Queene of State,</l>
      <l n="1698">Great<hi rend="italic">Iuno comes</hi>, I know her by her gate.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-jun">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iu.</speaker>
      <l n="1699">How do's my bounteous sister? goe with me</l>
      <l n="1700">To blesse this twaine, that they may prosperous be,</l>
      <l n="1701">And honourd in their Issue.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline">They sing.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-jun">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iu.</speaker>
      <lg rend="italic center">
         <l n="1702">Honor, riches, marriage, blessing,</l>
         <l n="1703">Long continuance, and encreasing,</l>
         <l n="1704">Hourely ioyes, be still vpon you,</l>
         <pb facs="FFimg:axc0035-0.jpg" n="15"/>
         <cb n="1"/>
         <l n="1705">Iuno sings her blessings on you</l>
      </lg>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cer">
      <lg rend="italic center">
         <l n="1706">Earths increase, foyzon plentie,</l>
         <l n="1707">Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty.</l>
         <l n="1708">Vines, with clustring bunches growing,</l>
         <l n="1709">Plants,<choice>
               <orig>wtth</orig>
               <corr>with</corr>
            </choice>goodly burthen bowing:</l>
         <l n="1710">Spring come to you at the farthest,</l>
         <l n="1711">In the very end of Haruest.</l>
         <l n="1712">Scarcity and want shall shun you,</l>
         <l n="1713">
            <hi rend="roman">Ceres</hi>blessing so is on you.</l>
      </lg>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
      <l n="1714">This is a most maiesticke vision, and</l>
      <l n="1715">Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold</l>
      <l n="1716">To thinke these spirits?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1717">Spirits, which by mine Art</l>
      <l n="1718">I haue from their confines call'd to enact</l>
      <l n="1719">My present fancies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
      <l n="1720">Let me liue here euer,</l>
      <l n="1721">So rare a wondred Father, and a wise</l>
      <l n="1722">Makes this place Paradise.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1723">Sweet now, silence:</l>
      <l n="1724">
         <hi rend="italic">Iuno</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Ceres</hi>whisper seriously,</l>
      <l n="1725">There's something else to doe: hush, and be mute</l>
      <l n="1726">Or else our spell is mar'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified">
      <hi rend="roman">Iuno</hi>and<hi rend="roman">Ceres</hi>whisper, and send<hi rend="roman">Iris</hi>on employment.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-iri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iris.</speaker>
      <l n="1727">You Nimphs cald<hi rend="italic">Nayades</hi>of yͤ windring brooks,</l>
      <l n="1728">With your sedg'd crownes, and euer‑harmelesse lookes,</l>
      <l n="1729">Leaue your crispe channels, and on this green‑Land</l>
      <l n="1730">Answere your summons,<hi rend="italic">Iuno</hi>do's command.</l>
      <l n="1731">Come temperate<hi rend="italic">Nimphes</hi>, and helpe to celebrate</l>
      <l n="1732">A Contract of true Loue: be not too late.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Certaine Nimphes.</stage>
      <l n="1733">You Sun‑burn'd Sicklemen of August weary,</l>
      <l n="1734">Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,</l>
      <l n="1735">Make holly day: your Rye‑straw hats put on,</l>
      <l n="1736">And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery one</l>
      <l n="1737">In Country footing.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="center italic" type="mixed">Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne with
      <lb/>the Nimphes, in a gracefull dance, towards the end where­
      <lb/>of,<hi rend="roman">Prospero</hi>starts sodainly and speakes, after which to a
      <lb/>strange hollow and confused noyse, they heauily vanish.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1738">I had forgot that foule conspiracy</l>
      <l n="1739">Of the beast<hi rend="italic">Calliban</hi>, and his confederates</l>
      <l n="1740">Against my life: the minute of their plot</l>
      <l n="1741">Is almost come: Well done, auoid: no more.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
      <l n="1742">This is strange: your fathers in some passion</l>
      <l n="1743">That workes him strongly.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <l n="1744">Neuer till this day</l>
      <l n="1745">Saw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1746">You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd sort,</l>
      <l n="1747">As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir,</l>
      <l n="1748">Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors,</l>
      <l n="1749">(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and</l>
      <l n="1750">Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,</l>
      <l n="1751">And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision</l>
      <l n="1752">The Clowd‑capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,</l>
      <l n="1753">The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,</l>
      <l n="1754">Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolue,</l>
      <l n="1755">And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded</l>
      <l n="1756">Leaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffe</l>
      <l n="1757">As dreames are made on; and our little life</l>
      <l n="1758">Is rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext,</l>
      <l n="1759">Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled:</l>
      <l n="1760">Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie,</l>
      <l n="1761">If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,</l>
      <l n="1762">And there repose, a turne or two, Ile walke</l>
      <l n="1763">To still my beating minde.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-fer #F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fer. Mir.</speaker>
      <p n="1764">We wish your peace.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <p n="1765">Come with a thought; I thank thee<hi rend="italic">Ariell</hi>: come.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="entrance">Enter Ariell.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <p n="1766">Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleasure?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <p n="1767">Spirit: We must prepare to meet with<hi rend="italic">Caliban.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="1768">I my Commander, when I presented<hi rend="italic">Ceres</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1769">I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd</l>
      <l n="1770">Least I might anger thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <p n="1771">Say again, where didst thou leaue these varlots?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="1772">I told you Sir, they were red‑hot with drinking,</l>
      <l n="1773">So full of valour, that they smote the ayre</l>
      <l n="1774">For breathing in their faces: beate the ground</l>
      <l n="1775">For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending</l>
      <l n="1776">Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor,</l>
      <l n="1777">At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,</l>
      <l n="1778">Aduanc'd their eye‑lids, lifted vp their noses</l>
      <l n="1779">As they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their eares</l>
      <l n="1780">That Calfe‑like, they my lowing follow'd, through</l>
      <l n="1781">Tooth'd briars, sharpe firzes, pricking gosse, &amp; thorns,</l>
      <l n="1782">Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them</l>
      <l n="1783">I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,</l>
      <l n="1784">There dancing vp to th' chins, that the fowle Lake</l>
      <l n="1785">Ore‑stunck their feet.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1786">This was well done (my bird)</l>
      <l n="1787">Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still:</l>
      <l n="1788">The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hither</l>
      <l n="1789">For stale to catch these theeues.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <p n="1790">I go, I goe.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1791">A Deuill, a borne‑Deuill, on whose nature</l>
      <l n="1792">Nurture can neuer sticke: on whom my paines</l>
      <l n="1793">Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost,</l>
      <l n="1794">And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,</l>
      <l n="1795">So his minde cankers: I will plague them all,</l>
      <l n="1796">Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="center italic" type="entrance">Enter<hi rend="roman">Ariell,</hi>loaden with glistering apparell, &amp;c. Enter
      <lb/>
      <hi rend="roman">Caliban, Stephano,</hi>and<hi rend="roman">Trinculo,</hi>all wet.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <p n="1797">Pray you tread softly, that the blinde Mole may
      <lb n="1798"/>not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">St.</speaker>
      <l n="1799">Monster, your Fairy,<choice>
            <abbr>wͨ</abbr>
            <expan>which</expan>
         </choice>you say is a harmles Fairy,</l>
      <l n="1800">Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Trin.</speaker>
      <l n="1801">Monster, I do smell all horse‑pisse, at which</l>
      <l n="1802">My nose is in great indignation.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <l n="1803">So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I should</l>
      <l n="1804">Take a displeasure against you: Looke you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Trin.</speaker>
      <p n="1805">Thou wert but a lost Monster.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <l n="1806">Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour stil,</l>
      <l n="1807">Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too</l>
      <l n="1808">Shall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly,</l>
      <l n="1809">All's husht as midnight yet.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Trin.</speaker>
      <p n="1810">I, but to loose our bottles in the Poole.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <l n="1811">There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that</l>
      <l n="1812">Monster, but an infinite losse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tr.</speaker>
      <l n="1813">That's more to me then my wetting:</l>
      <l n="1814">Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy, Monster.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <l n="1815">I will fetch off my bottle,</l>
      <l n="1816">Though I be o're eares for my labour.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <l n="1817">Pre‑thee (my King) be quiet. Seest thou heere</l>
      <l n="1818">This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noise, and enter:</l>
      <l n="1819">Do that good mischeefe, which may make this Island</l>
      <l n="1820">Thine owne for euer, and I thy<hi rend="italic">Caliban</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1821">For aye thy foot‑licker.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <l n="1822">Giue me thy hand,</l>
      <l n="1823">I do begin to haue bloody thoughts.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Trin.</speaker>
      <l n="1824">O King<hi rend="italic">Stephano</hi>, O Peere: O worthy<hi rend="italic">Stephano</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1825">Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <p n="1826">Let it alone thou foole, it is but trash.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1827">Oh, ho, Monster: wee know what belongs to a
      <lb n="1828"/>frippery, O King<hi rend="italic">Stephano.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0036-0.jpg" n="16"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <l n="1829">Put off that gowne (<hi rend="italic">Trinculo</hi>) by this hand Ile
      <lb/>haue that gowne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1830">Thy grace shall haue it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <l n="1831">The dropsie drowne this foole, what doe you
      <lb rend="turnover"/>
         <pc rend="turnover">(</pc>meane</l>
      <l n="1832">To doate thus on such luggage<hi rend="italic">?</hi>let's alone</l>
      <l n="1833">And doe the murther first: if he awake,</l>
      <l n="1834">From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches,</l>
      <l n="1835">Make vs strange stuffe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1836">Be you quiet (Monster) Mistris line, is not this
      <lb n="1837"/>my Ierkin? now is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ier­
      <lb n="1838"/>kin you are like to lose your haire, &amp; proue a bald Ierkin.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Trin.</speaker>
      <p n="1839">Doe, doe; we steale by lyne and leuell, and't
      <lb n="1840"/>like your grace.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1841">I thank thee for that iest; heer's a garment for't:
      <lb n="1842"/>Wit shall not goe vn‑rewarded while I am King of this
      <lb n="1843"/>Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent passe
      <lb n="1844"/>of pate: there's another garment for't.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1845">Monster, come put some Lime vpon your fin­
      <lb n="1846"/>gers, and away with the rest.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <l n="1847">I will haue none on't: we shall loose our time,</l>
      <l n="1848">And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes</l>
      <l n="1849">With foreheads villanous low.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1850">Monster, lay to your fingers: helpe to beare this
      <lb n="1851"/>away, where my hogshead of wine is, or Ile turne you
      <lb n="1852"/>out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1853">And this.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1854">I, and this.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">A noyse of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in shape
      <lb/>of Dogs and Hounds, hunting them about: Prospero
      <lb/>and Ariel setting them on.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <p n="1855">Hey<hi rend="italic">Mountaine</hi>, hey.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ari.</speaker>
      <p n="1856">
         <hi rend="italic">Siluer</hi>: there it goes,<hi rend="italic">Siluer.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1857">Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke.</l>
      <l n="1858">Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts</l>
      <l n="1859">With dry Convultions, shorten vp their sinewes</l>
      <l n="1860">With aged Cramps, &amp; more pinch‑spotted make them,</l>
      <l n="1861">Then Pard, or Cat o'Mountaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ari.</speaker>
      <p n="1862">Harke, they rore.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1863">Let them be hunted soundly: At this houre</l>
      <l n="1864">Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:</l>
      <l n="1865">Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou</l>
      <l n="1866">Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little</l>
      <l n="1867">Follow, and doe me seruice.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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