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And flat meads thatch'd with stover,' them to keep;
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; thy bloomy groves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-yclipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, steril and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air: the Queen o' the Sky, 70
Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign Grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
CER. Hail, many-colour'd Messenger, that ne'er
Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
Rich scarf to my proud Earth-Why hath thy Queen
IRIS. A contract of true love to celebrate,
And some donation freely to estate
On the bless'd lovers.
Tell me, heavenly Bow,
Of her society
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her Son
coarse fodder. 2 may mean: (1) set with marsh marigolds and
Mars his hot minion is return'd again;
Her waspish-headed Son has broke his arrows,
High'st Queen of State,
JUNO. How does my bounteous Sister? Go with me,
Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Spirits, which by mine art
Let me live here ever!
Or else our spell is marr'd.
Make this place Paradise.
[JUNO and CERES whisper, and send IRIS on employment. MIRA.
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 wand'ring brooks, ACT IV
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 of which 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,
Is almost come.-[to the Spirits.] Well done! avoid:
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, Sir!
FER. This is most strange: your father's in some passion
As dreams are made on, and our little life
If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
And there repose.
To still my beating mind.
We wish your peace.
PRO. [aside.] Come with a thought. [aloud.] I thank ye. [Exeunt FERD. and MIRA.] Ariel, come!
A turn or two I'll walk,
ARI. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd
PRO. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears,
There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
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Re-enter ARIEL loaden with glistering apparel, etc.
CAL. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
STE. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than play'd the Jack2 with us.
TRIN. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my
STE. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should
CAL. Good my Lord, give me thy favour still:
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
Shall hood-wink this mischance; therefore, speak softly.
TRIN. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool
STE. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
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 ears for my labour.
CAL. Pr'ythee, my King, be quiet! See'st thou here,
This is the mouth of the cell: no noise, and enter:
Do that good mischief, which may make this Island
For aye thy foot-licker.
STE. Give me thy hand: for I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
TRIN. O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!
CAL. Let it alone, thou fool: it is but trash.
2 Jack o' Lanthorn.