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Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Earth's increase, and foizon1 plenty;
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Spirits, which by mine art
Let me live here ever;
[Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment.
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring
With your sedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks,
(1) Abundance. (2) Able to produce such wonders. VOL. I.
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
Enter certain Nymphs.
You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary,
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, the minute of their plot
Is almost come.-[To the Spirits.] Well done;— avoid;-no more.
Fer. This is most strange: your father's in some passion
That works him strongly..
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
Leave not a rack! behind: We are such stuff
We wish your peace.
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; What's thy pleasure?
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd,
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these
Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
So full of valour, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted: up their noses,
(1) A body of clouds in motion; but it is most probable that the author wrote track.
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them
Pro. This was well done, my bird: Thy shape invisible retain thou still : The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, For stale, to catch these thieves.
I go, I go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture2 can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, Re-enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Even to roaring:-Come, hang them on this line. 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.
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack3 with us.
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 Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster. Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak
(1) Bait. (2) Education. (3) Jack with a lantern.
All's hush'd as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.
Cal. Prythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischief, which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, For ayel thy foot-licker.
Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee! Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery :2-0 king Stephano!
Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean,
To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along,
Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, an't like your grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an
(1) Ever. (2) A shop for sale of old clothes.