Ferdinand. Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd father and a wise Makes this place Paradise. [Funo and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment. Prospero. Sweet now, silence! Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the winding brooks, Enter certain Nymphs. You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Prospero [Aside]. I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his confederates Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come.-[To the Spirits.] Well done! Avoid; no more ! Ferdinand. This is strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly. Miranda. Never till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Prospero. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, Our revels now are ended. These our actors, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind. Ferdinand. Miranda. We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Prospero. Come with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel: come! Enter ARIEL. Ariel. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? Prospero. Spirit, We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Ariel. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd Lest I might anger thee. Prospero. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ariel. 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 For kissing of their feet, yet always bending At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears, I' th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake Prospero. 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. Ariel. So his mind cankers. I will plague them all, Enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, etc. [Exit. PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. Caliban. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. Stephano. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than play'd the Jack with us.— Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you,— Trinculo. Thou wert but a lost monster. Caliban. Good my lord, give me thy favour still. Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly. Trinculo. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,— Stephano. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss. Trinculo. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster. Stephano. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour. Caliban. Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here, This is the mouth o' th' cell: no noise, and enter. Do that good mischief which may make this island For aye thy foot-licker. Stephano. Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts. Trinculo. O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look what a wardrobe here is for thee! Caliban. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trinculo. O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.-O King Stephano! Stephano. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown. Trinculo. Thy grace shall have it. Caliban. The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean, To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone, And do the murther first: if he awake, From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches, Make us strange stuff. Stephano. 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. Trinculo. Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace. Stephano. 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 excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. Trinculo. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest. Caliban. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villanous low. Stephano. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this. Trinculo. And this. Stephano. Ay, and this. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on. Prospero. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ariel. Silver! there it goes, Silver ! Prospero. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! [Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo are driven out. Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them Ariel. Hark, they roar ! Prospero. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou [Exeunt. |