ACT V. SCENE 1. Before the Cell of Profpero. Enter PROSPERO in his magick robes, and ARIEL. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: Pro. I did fay fo, When first I rais'd the tempeft. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his? Ari. Confin'd together From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them, Would become tender. Pro. Do'st thou think fo, spirit? And mine fhall. Ari. Mine would, fir, were I human. Pro. One One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Paflion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am ftruck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, Ari. I'll fetch them, fir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the fands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moon-fhine do the green-four ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whofe pastime Is to make midnight mufhrooms; that rejoice To hear the folemn curfew; by whofe aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide fun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green fea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the ftrong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the fpurs pluck'd up The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command, Have wak'd their fleepers; oped, and let them forth By my fo potent art: But this rough magick I here abjure and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly musick, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their fenfes, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And And, deeper than did ever plummet found, [Solemn mufick. Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a frantick gefture, 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 ftand charmed; which PROSPERO obferving, speaks. A folemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Now useless, boil'd within thy fkull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even fociable to the fhew of thine, To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy graces Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood, Will fhortly fill the reasonable shores, That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell; I will dif-cafe me, and myself present, As I was fometime Milan :-quickly, fpirit; [Exit ARIEL. ARIEL re-enters, finging, and helps to attire PROSPERO. Ari. Where the bee fucks, there fuck I; In a cowflip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After fummer, merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the bloom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee; Under the hatches; the mafter, and the boatswain, And presently, I pr'ythee. Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit ARIEL. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here; Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! Pro. Behold, fir king, The wronged duke of Milan, Profpero: For more affurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; A hearty welcome. Alon. Whe'r thou beeft he, or no, Or fome inchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know; thy pulse I Beats, Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, fince I saw thee, Thou pardon me my wrongs :-But how should Profpero Be living, and be here? Pro. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot Be measur'd, or confin'd. Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. Whether this be, You do yet tafte Pro. [Afide to SEB. and ANT. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors; at this time I'll tell no tales. Seb. The devil speaks in him. Pro. No: For you, most wicked fir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou beeft Profpero, How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince How sharp the point of this remembrance is! My dear fon Ferdinand. F 2 [Afide. Pro. |