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:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
Ari. On the fixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You faid our work fhould cease.

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
In the fame fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them; all prisoners, fir,
In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge, till your release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of forrow, and difmay; but chiefly
Him you term'd, fir, The good old lord, Gonzalo;
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops

From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them,
That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pro.

Do'st thou think fo, spirit?

And mine fhall.

Ari. Mine would, fir, were I human.

Pro.
Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions? and fhall not myself,

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,
The fole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their fenfes I'll restore,
And they fhall be themselves.

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,
I'll drown my book.

[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,
For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine

eyes, even fociable to the fhew of thine,
Fall fellowly drops.-The charm diffolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rifing senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal fir

To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.-Moft cruelly
Didst thou, Alonfo, ufe me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;-

Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse, and nature; who, with Sebastian,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,)
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding
Begins to fwell; and the approaching tide

Will fhortly fill the reasonable shores,

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet
looks on me, or would know me :-Ariel,

Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

I will dif-cafe me, and myself present,

As I was fometime Milan :-quickly, fpirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

[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;
But yet thou shalt have freedom: fo, fo, fo.-
To the king's fhip, invifible as thou art
There fhalt thou find the mariners asleep

Under the hatches; the mafter, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;

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;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid

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,
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 refign; and do intreat

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.
Some fubtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends all :
But you, my brace of lords, were I fo minded,

[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
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankeft fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

Alon.

If thou beeft Profpero,
Give us particulars of thy prefervation :

How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince
Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have loft,

How sharp the point of this remembrance is!

My dear fon Ferdinand.

F 2

[Afide.

Pro.