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excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. Trin. Monster, come, put some limel upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villanous low.
Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this. Trin. And this.
Ste. Ay, and this.
A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; Prospero and Ariel setting them on.
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver!
Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!
[Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make
them, Than pard,2 or cat o' mountain.
Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: at this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies; Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.
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?
Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners In the lime-grove which weather-fends 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 term'd, sir, The good old lord Gonzalo; His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds :2 your charm so strongly works
That if you now beheld them, your affections
And mine shall.
Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. 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? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the
quick, Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury
(1) Defends from bad weather. (2) Thatch.
Do I take part: the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
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
By my so potent art: But this rough magic
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
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
I will dis-case me, and myself present,
Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire
Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee;
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.-
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
[Exit Ariel. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze
Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us
Pro. 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'r1 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 and blood; and, since I saw thee, The affliction of my mind amends, with which, I fear, a madness held me: this must crave (An if this be at all) a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should Prospero