He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table. Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Their several kinds have done: my high charms work, In their distractions: they now are in my power; Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drown'd,) [Exit PROSPERO from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alon. Seb. I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. I'll be thy second. [Exu But one fiend at a time, [Exeunt SEB and ANT Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt. Like poison given to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the spirits :-I do beseech you That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly, Ådr. Follow, I pray you. ACT IV. SCENE I.-Before Prospero's Cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, [Exeunt ratify this my rich gift. O, Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, Fer. Against an oracle. I do believe it, Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition With full and holy rite be minister'd: For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, As I hope With such love as 'tis now; the strong'st suggestion Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.- Enter ARIEL. Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you In such another trick: go, bring the rabble, O'er whom I give thee power, here, to this place: Ari. Pro. Aye, with a twink. Presently? Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, so, so; Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mowe: Do you love me, master? no? Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach, Till thou dost hear me call. Now come, my Ariel: bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly.— No tongue; all eyes: be silent. A Masque. Enter IRIS. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease; [Soft music Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, With spongy April at thy hest* betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard ; Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace, Enter CERES. Cer. Hail many-color❜d messenger, that ne’er Who, with thy saffron wing, upon my flowers Rich scarf to my proud earth; Why hath thy queen And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers. Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen ? since they did plot Iris. Of her society Be not afraid; I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son Dove-drawn with her. Cer. Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes: I know her by her gait. Enter JUNO. Jun. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me, To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be And honor'd in their issue. SONG. Jun. Honor, riches, marriage-blessing, * Command. Hourly joys be still upon you! Vines, with clust'ring bunches growing · Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and Pro. Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines called to enact My present fancies. Fer. Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife, Make this place Paradise. Pro. [JUNO and CERES whisper, and send IRIS on employment. Sweet now, silence; Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring brocks, Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land Enter certain Nymphs. You sun-burn'd sicklemen of August weary, Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish. Pro. [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. Fer. This is most strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly. Abundance. Mira. Never till this day, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled. If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell, And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind. Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. [Exeuni. Prospero defeats the Plot laid by Caliban, and punishes the Conspirators through the agency of his attendant spirits. ACT V. SCENE I.-Before the Cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes; ana ARIEL. Pro. When first I rais'd the tempest. How fares the king and his? I did say so, Confin'd together Ari. From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them, |