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Be patient, for the prize, I'll bring thee to,
Shall hood-wink this mifchance; therefore, speak
All's husht as midnight yet.

Trin."

[foftly: Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. "There is not only disgrace and dishonour in "that, monster, but an infinite lofs.

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; seest thou here, This is the mouth o'th' cell; no noise, and enter; Do that good mischief, which may make this Island Thine own for ever; and I, thy Caliban,

For ay thy foot-licker.

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

Trin. *O King Stephano! O Peer! Oworthy Stephano! Look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!

Cal. Let it alone, thou fool, it is but trash.

Trin. Oh, oh, monfter; we know what belongs to a frippery; O, King Stephano!

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

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.

Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean,
To doat thus on such luggage? let's along,
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches;
Make us strange stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? now is the jerkin under the line:

*Trin. O. King Stephano! O Peer! O worthy Stephano!

Look what a Wardrobe here is for thee!] The Humour of these Lines confifts in their being an Allufion to an old celebrated Ballad, which begins thus, King Stephen was a worthy Peer, &c. and celebrates that King's Parfimony with regard to his Wardrobe. There are two Stanzas of this Ballad in Othello.

now

now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.

Trin. Do, do; we steal by line and level, and't like your Grace.

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Ste. "

I thank thee for that jeft, 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.

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Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.

Cal. I will have none on't; we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or apes With foreheads villanous low.

Ste. 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.

Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits in shape of hounds, hunting them about; Profpero and Ariel fetting them on. Calib. Steph. and Trinc. driven out, roaring.

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey,
Ari. Silver; there it goes, Silver.

Pro. Fury, Fury; there, Tyrant, there; hark, hark; Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulfions; shorten up their finews

With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make

them,

Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
Ari. Hark, they roar.

Pro. Let them be hunted foundly. At this hour
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom; for a little,
Follow, and do me fervice.

[Exeunt. ACT

ACT V. SCENE I.

Before the Cell.

Enter Profpero in his magic Robes, and Ariel.

PROSPERO.

OW does my project gather to a head;

NMy charms crack not any spirits obey, and time

Goes upright with his carriage: how's the day? Ari. On the fixth hour, at which time, my lord, You faid, our work should ceafe.

Pro. I did fay so,

When first I rais'd the tempeft; say, my spirit,
How fares the King and 's followers?

Ari. Confin'd

In the fame fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, all your prifoners, Sir,
In the Lime-Grove which weather-fends your cell.
They cannot budge, 'till your release. The King,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of forrow and dismay; 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 so strongly works

'em,

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

Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit?

Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human.
Pro. And mine shall.

Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Paffion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ?
Tho' with their high wrongs I am struck to th❜quick,
Yet, with my nobler reafon, '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
Not a frown further; go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

Ari. I'll fetch them, Sir.

Pro.

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SCENE II.

[Exit.

E elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,

"And ye, that on the fands with printless foot "Do chase the ebbing Neptune; and do fly him, "When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that

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By moon-shine do the green four ringlets make, "Whereof the ewenot bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice " To hear the folemn curfew; by whose aid

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(Weak masters tho' ye be) I have be-dimm'd "The noon-tide fun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, "And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault " Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder "Have I giv'n fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak "With his own bolt: the strong bas'd promontory "Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluckt up "The pine and cedar: graves at my command, Have open'd, and let forth their sleepers, wak'd By my fo potent art." But this rough magic

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I here abjure; and when I have required
Some heav'nly music, which even now I do,
(To work mine end upon their fenfes, that
This airy charm has frail'd;) I'll break my staff;
Bury't a certain fadom in the earth;
And deeper than did ever plummet found,
I'll drown my book.

SCENE III.

[Solemn Music.

Here enters Ariel before; then Alonso with a frantic gefture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francifco. They all enter the circle which Profpero had made, and there stand charm'd; which Profpero obferving, Speaks.

A

Solemn air, and the best comforter
To an unfettled fancy, cure thy brains
Now uselefs, boil'd within thy scull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopt.-

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even fociable to th' shew of thine,
Fall fellow-drops. The cham diffolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,

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Melting the darkness; so their rising senses Begin to chase the ign'rant fumes, that mantle "Their clearer reason." O my good Gonzalo, My true preserver, and a loyal Sir To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: Thy brother was a furtherer in the act; Thou'rt pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian, flesh and blood. You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who with Sebastian (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong) Would here have kill'd your King; I do forgive thee, Unnat'ral though thou art. "Their understanding " Begins