Their feveral kinds have done; my high charms work,
And these, mine enemies, are all knit
up

In their diftractions: they are in my power;
And in these fits I leave them, whilft I vifit

Young Ferdinand, (whom they fuppofe is drown'd,)
And his and my lov'd darling.

[Exit Profpero from above. Gon. I'th' name of fomething holy, Sir, why ftand

you

In this ftrange ftare?

Alon. O, it is monftrous! monftrous!

Methoughts, the billows spoke, and told me of it; "The winds did fing it to me; and the thunder, "That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd "The Name of Profper: it did bafe my trefpafs.... Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded; and I'll feek him deeper than e'er plummet founded, And with him there lye mudded.

Seb. But one fiend at a time,

I'll fight their legions o'er.

Ant. I'll be thy fecond.

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[Exit.

[Exeunt.

Gon., All three of them are defperate; "their great

guilt,

"Like poifon giv'n to work a great time after, "Now 'gins to bite the fpirits. I do befeech you, That are of fuppler joints, follow them swiftly; And hinder them from what this ecftafie

May now provoke them to.

Adri. Follow, I pray you.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

Profpero's Cell.

Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.

PROSPER O.

F I have too aufterely punish'd you,

Your compenfation makes amends; for I
Have giv'n you here a (a) thread of mine own life;
Or that for which I live; whom once again
I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my tryals of thy love, and thou
Haft ftrangely stood the teft. Here, afore heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift: O Ferdinand,

Do not smile at me, that I boast her off;
For thou shalt find, fhe will outftrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.

Fer. I believe it, Against an oracle.

3.

Pro. Then as my gift, and thine own acquifition Worthily purchas'd, take my Daughter. But "If thou doft break her virgin-knot, before "All fanctimonious ceremonies may "With full and holy Rite be minifter'd, "No sweet afperfions fhall the heav'ns let fall "To make this contract grow: but barren hate, "Sour-ey'd difdain, and difcord shall beftrew "The union of your bed with weeds fo loathly, "That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps fhall light you.

[(a) thread Mr. Theobald, vulg. third.]

Fer

Fer. As I hope

For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life,
With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkieft den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worfer Genius can, fhall never melt
Mine honour into luft; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,

When I fhall think or Phabus' fteeds are founder'd,
Or night kept chain'd below.

Pro. Fairly fpoke.

Sit then, and talk with her, fhe is thine own.
What, Ariel; my induftrious fervant, Ariel

Ari. What would my potent mafter? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your laft

fervice

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Did worthily perform; and I must use you
In fuch another trick; go, bring the rabble,
O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
Incite them to quick motion, for I must
Beftow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise,

And they expect it from me.

Ari. Presently?

Pro. Ay, with a twink.

Ari. Before you can fay, Come, and go,

And breathe twice; and cry, fo, so;

Each one, tripping on his toe,

Will be here with mop and mow.

Do you love me, mafter? no?

Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach,

'Till thou doft hear me call.

Ari. Well, I conceive.

[Exit.

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bring the rabble,] i. e. of fpirits.

Pro.

Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw To th' fire i'th' blood; be more abftemious, Or elfe, good-night, your yow!

Fer. I warrant you, Sir;

The white, cold, virgin-fnow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.

Pro. Well.

Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,
Rather than want a fpirit; appear, and pertly.
No tongue; all eyes; be filent.

SCENE

[To Ferdinand.

[Soft Mufick.

III.

A MAS QUE. Enter Iris:

Iris. Ceres, moft bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with ftover, them to keep; Thy banks with pionied, and tulip'd brims, Which fpungy April at thy heft betrims,

To make cold nymphs chafte crowns; and thy (a) brown

groves,

Whose shadow the difmiffed batchelor loves,

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Being lafs-lorn; thy pale-clipt vineyard,
And thy fea-marge fteril, and rocky-hard,

Where

5 bring a corollary,] Corollarium fignifies what we call fupernumerary, or, what is more than just fufficient. The word has here a fingular propriety and elegance. For corollaria were, amongst the Romans, the little gifts given to the people when Plays were exhibited to them at their public feftivals; and corolla crowns given to those Actors who pleased more than ordinary.

6 Thy POLE CLIPT vineyard,

And thy fea-marge fieril, and rocky-hard.] Gildon who has made what he calls a Gloffary on Shakespear, faysPole-clipt

[(a)

clipt

brown groves, Oxford Edit. vulg. broom groves.]

Where thou thyfelf do'ft air; the Queen o' th' sky, Whose wat❜ry arch and meffenger am I,

Bids thee leave these; and with her Sov'reign Grace,
Here on this grafs-plot, in this very place,

To come and fport; her peacocks fly amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Enter Ceres.

Cer. Hail, many-colour'd méffenger, that ne'er
Doft disobey the wife of Jupiter:

Who, with thy faffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffuseft honey drops, refreshing showers;
And with each end of thy blue bow do'ft crown
My bosky acres, and my unfhrub'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy Queen
Summon'd me hither, to this fhort-grafs green
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate,
And fome donation freely to eftate

On the blefs'd lovers.

Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow,

If Venus or her fon, as thou do'st know,

Do not attend the Queen: fince they did plot
The means, that dusky Dis my daughter got,
Her and her blind boy's fcandal'd company
I have forfworn.

Iris. Of her fociety

Be not afraid; I met her deity

clipt in the head. What he had in his head is not worth inquiring. Clipt here fignifies embraced: but pole-clipt is a corrupt reading. It founded well, because vines are fupported by Poles, to fay pole-clipt vineyard. And found was what the PlayerEditors only attended to. But a little fenfe might have taught them that vines could not be called pole-clipt, tho' Poles might be called vine-clipt. Shakespear wrote

Thy PALE CLIPT Vineyard.

i. e. the vineyard inclofed or fenced with Pales, in oppofition to the wide and open fea-marge or coaft. Rocky hard fhould be read with an hyphen. It is one of the epithets to feamarge. -as hard as a rock.

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