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Lingering perdition (worse than any death
(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:
And these, mine enemies, are all knit up
[Exit Prospero from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare?
(1) Pure, blameless.
I'll fight their legions o'er.
I'll be thy second.
Like poison given to work a great time after,
Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt.
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, C And make it halt behind her.
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 may With full and holy rite be minister'd,
(1) Alienation of mind.
No sweet aspersion1 shall the heavens let fall
As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
Mine honour into lust; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pre. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last
Did worthily perform; and I must use you
Pro. Ay, with a twink.
Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, so, so;
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach,
Well I conceive.
Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance
Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,1
A Masque. Enter Iris.
Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers: And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth; Why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green? Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate; And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers.
Of her society Be not afraid: I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
And be a boy right out.
Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.
Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with
To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,