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That is, forfaken of his mistress, " 12.Woody. 3 That is, plenty to the utmost abundance; foifon fightifying plenty, 4 That is, curling, winding 5 The winds," (fays lord Bacon," which "neve the clouds above, which we call the rack, and are not perceived below, pals without noise."

Profpero comes forward from the cell; enter Ariel to

bim.

Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,
Ste. There is not only difgrace and dishonour in

Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy that, monfter, but an infinite loss.

pleasure ?

Pro. Spirit,

We must prepare to meet with2 Caliban. [Ceres,

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

Ari. Ay, my commander: when I prefented ears for my labour. I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd,

Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: See'ft thou here,

Pro. Say again, where didft thou leave thefe This is the mouth o' the cell; no noise, and enter: Ari. I told you, fir, they were red hot with Do that good mischief, which may make this ifland Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,

drinking;

So full of valour, that they fmote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For killing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their
ears,

Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,
As they smelt mufick; so I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through|
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking gofs, and
thorns,

Which enter'd their frail fhins: at laft I left them
I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O'er-ftunk their feet.

Pro. This was well done, my bird:
Thy fhape invifible retain thou still:
The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither,
For 3 ftale to catch these thieves.

Ari. 1 go, I go.

For aye thy foot-licker.

Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have

bloody thoughts. [Stephano! Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Look what a wardrobe here is for thee!

Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trin. Oh, ho, monster; we know what be-" longs to a frippery 6-0, king Stephano!,

Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.

Cal. The dropfy drown this fool!. What do you

mean,

To doat thus on fuch luggage? Let's along,
And do the murder firft: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skin with pinches ;
Make us ftrange stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monfter.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin 7 under the [Exit. line: Now, jerkin, you are like to lofe your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.

Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whofe nature
Nurture 4 can never ftick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all, loft, quite loft;
And as, with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers: I will plague them all,
Even to roaring :-Come, hang them on this line.
[Profpero remains invifible.
Enter Ariel loaden with gliftering apparel, &c.
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
Cal. Pray you, tread foftly, that the blind mole
may not

Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you fay, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than play'd the Jack with us.

Trin. Moniter, come, put fome lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.

Cal. I will have none on't; we shall lofe our
time,

And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villainous low,

Ste. Monfier, lay to your fingers; help to bear
this away, where my hogfhead of wine is, or I'll
turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this.
Trin. And this.
Ste. Ay, and this.
A noife of bunters heard.

Enter divers Spirits in

fhape of bounds, hunting them about; Profpero and

Ariel fetting them on, ^

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver ! ·

To cleave to is to unite with clofely. To meet with is to counterafl; to play fratagem against fra tagem. 3 Stale is a word in fowling, and is used to mean a bait or decey to catch birds. 4 Education. That is, has led us about like an ignis fatuus, by which travellers are decoyed into the mire. A frippery was a fhop where old cloaths were fold. 7 Shake fpeare feems to defign an equivoque between the equinoxial and the girdle of a woman. 8 Skinner fays barnacle is anfer Scoticus. The barnacle is a kind of fhell-fish growing on the bottoms of ships, and which was anciently fuppofed, when broken off, to become one of thefe gecfe; a vulgar error, which requires no ferious confutation.

Prs. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark,]

hark!

Ari. Hark, they roar.

Pro. Let them be hunted foundly: At this hour

Te Ariel.] Go, charge my goblins that they grind Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:

their joints

Shortly fhall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,
Follow, and do me fervice.

[Exeunt

When first I rais'd the tempeft. Say, my fpirit, Have I made shake; and by the fpurs pluck'd up How fares the king and his followers?

Ari. Confin'd together

In the fame fashion as you gave in charge;
Juft as you left them; all prifoners, fir,

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 forrow and difmay; but, chiefly,
Him that you term'd The good old lord, Gonzalo,
His tears run down his beard, like winter drops
From eaves of reeds: your charm fo ftrongly
works 'em,

That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro. Do'st thou think fo, fpirit?

Ari. Mine would, fir, were I human.
Pro. And mine fhall.

Haft thou, which art but air, a touch', a feeling
Of their afflictions? and fhall not myself,
One of their kind, that relifh all as fharply,
Palion 2 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

The pine and cedar graves, at my command,
Have wak'd their fleepers; op'd, 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 senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet found,
I'll drown my book.
[Solemn mufick.
Re-enter Ariel: after him Alonfo with a a frantick
gefture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebaftian and An-
thonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and
Francifco. They all enter the circle which Prof-
pero had made, and there ftand charm'd; which
Profpero obferving, Speaks.

A folemn air, and the best comforter
To an unfettled 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 fosiable to the shew of thine, Fall fellowly drops.-The charm diffolves apace; And as the morning fteals upon the night, Melting the darknefs, fo their rifing fenfes Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.—O good Gonzalo, My true preferver, and a loyal fir To him thou follow'it; I will pay thy graces Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly Didit thou, Alonfo, ufe me and my daughter: [Exit. Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;— Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebaftian.-Flesh

Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their fenfes I'll reftore,
And they fhall be themselves.

Ari. I'll fetch them, fir.

and groves;

And ye, that on the fands with printless foot
Do chafe the ebbing' Neptune, and do fly him,
When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that
By moon-fhine do the green four ringlets make,

and blood,

You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorfe, and nature; who, with Se

baitian,

(Whofe inward pinches therefore are most strong)

* A touch is a fenfation. 2 Paffion is frequently used as a verb in Shakspeare.

C 2

Would

Merrily, merrily, fhall I live now,

Under the bloffom that hangs on the baugh.

I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,
And juftify you traitors; at this time
I'll tell no tales.

Seb. The devil fpeaks in him,
Pro. No ;-

[Afide,

For you, moft 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 be'st Profpero,

Give us particulars of thy prefervation :

How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince
Were wreck'd upon this fhore; where I have loft,
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!
My dear fon Ferdinand.

Pro. I am woe for't 2, fir.

Alon. Irreparable is the lofs; and Patience

Says, it is paft her cure.

Pro, 1 rather think,

You have not fought her help; of whofe foft grace,

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I fhall mifs For the like lofs, I have her fovereign aid,

thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom: So, fo, fo..
To the king's fhip, invifible as thou art :
There fhalt thou find the mariners afleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And prefently, I pr'ythee.

And reft myself content.

Alon. You the like lofs?

Pro. As great to me, as late 3; and, fupportable
To make the dear lofs, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you; for I
Have loft my daughter.

Alon. A daughter?

O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, [Exit. The king and queen there! That they were, I wish

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulfe twice beat.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze-Myfelf were mudded in that oozy bed,

ment

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 fpeak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.

Alan. Whe'r thou he'ft he, or no,
Or fome inchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know thy pulfe
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, fince I faw 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, [Profpero
Thou pardon me my wrongs :-But how should
Be living, and be here ?

Pra. First, noble friend,

[To Gon.

Let me embrace thine age; whofe honour cannot
Be meafur'd, or confin'd.

Gon. Whether this be,

Or be not, I'll not fwear.

Pre. You do yet tafte

Some fubtilties o' the ifle, 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.

Where my fon lies. When did you lofe your daughter?
Pro. In this laft tempeft. I perceive, these lords

At this encounter do fo much admire,
That they devour their reafon; and scarce think,
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath; but, how foe'er you have
Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain,
That I am Profpero, and that very duke

Which was thruft forth of Milan; who moft ftrangely
Upon this fhore,where you werewreck'd, was landed
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, fir;
This cell's my court; here have I few attendants,
And fubjects none abroad: pray you look in;
My dukedom fince you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At leaft, bring forth a wonder to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.
The entrance of the cell opens, and difcovers Ferdin
nand and Miranda playing at chefs.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me falfe,
Fer. No, my dearest love,

I would not for the world.

[wrangle,

Mira. Yes, for a fcore of kingdoms, you should And I would call it fair play.

Alon. If this prove

A vifion of the island, one dear fon

To drink the air, is an expreffion of swiftness of the fame kind as to devour the way, in Henry IV. 2 That is, I am forry for it. To be woe, is often ufed by old writers to fignify, to be forry, 3 Meaning, My lofs is as great as yours, and has aş lately happened to me,

Shall

Or fhould have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, Thefe happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful,
And on this couple drop a bleffed crown;
For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way
Which brought us hither!

For when perhaps fhould be read where. 2 That is, my clever, adroit fpirit. 3 Conduct for conductor. Beating may mean hammering, working in the mind, dwelling long upon. is an exclamation of encouragement. That is, honeft. A true maris, in the language of that time, oppofed to a thief. The fenfe is, Mark what these men wear, and fay if they are toneft.