Humanely taken, all, all loft, quite loft;
And, as with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers; I will plague them all,
Even to roaring: come, hang them on this line.

[Profpero remains invifible.

SCENE V.

Enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.

Cal. Pray you, tread foftly, that the blind mole may not

Hear a foot fall; we now are near his cell.

Ste. Monster, your Fairy, which you say is a harmless Fairy, has done little better than plaid the Jack with us. Trin. Monster, I do fmell all horfe-pifs, at which my nofe is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine: do you hear, monster? if I should take a displeasure against you; look you

Trin. Thou wer't but a loft monster.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: Be patient, for the prize, I'll bring thee to, Shall hood-wink this mifchance; therefore, fpeak foftly: All's hufht as midnight yet.

Trin. "Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. "There is not only difgrace and difhonour 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: feest thou here, This is the mouth o' th' cell; no noife, and enter; Do that good mischief, which may make this Ifland 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. [phano! Trin. O King Stephano! O Peer! O worthy SteLook, what a wardrobe here is for thee!

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

Trin. Oh, oh, monster; 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.

[mean,
Cal. The dropfie drown this fool! what do you
To doat thus on fuch luggage? let's along,
And do the murder firft: if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches;
Make us ftrange stuff,

Ste. Be you quiet, monfter. 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.

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

Ste. "I thank thee for that jeft, here's a garment "for't: wit fhall not go unrewarded, while I am "King of this country: fteal by line and level, is an "excellent pafs of pate; there's another garment

"for't.

Trin. Monster, come, put fome lime upon your fingers, and away with the reft.

Cal. I will have none on't; we fhall lofe our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or apes

With foreheads villanous low.

3 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 · and celebrates that King's parfimony with regard to his awardrobe.There are two Stanzas of this ballad in Othello.

Ste.

Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogfhead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this.

Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A noife of hunters beard. Enter divers fpirits in fhape of bounds, bunting 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; fhorten 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 Lye at my mercy all mine enemies:

Shortly fhall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom; for a little,
Follow, and do me fervice.

ACT V. SCENE I.

Before the Cell.

[Exeunt.

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Enter Profpero in his magick Robes, and Ariel.

PROSPER O.

Now does my project gather to a head;

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My charms crack not; my fpirits obey, and + time

Time

Goes

Goes upright with his Carriage-] The thought is pretty.

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

Pro. I did fay fo,

When firft I rais'd the tempeft; fay, my fpirit,
How fares the King and 's followers?

Ari. Confin'd

In the fame fashion as you gave in charge;
Juft as you left them, all your prisoners, Sir,
In the Lime-Grove which weather-fends your cell.
They cannot budge, 'till your releafe. The King,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of forrow and difinay; 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 fo ftrongly works
'em,

That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pro. Do'st thou think fo, fpirit?

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

Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,

One of their kind, that relifh all as fharply,
Paffion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Tho' with their high wrongs I am ftruck 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;

-Time is ufually represented as an old man almost worn out, and bending under his load. He is here painted as in great vi gour, and walking upright, to denote that things went profperoudly on.

My

My charms I'll break, their fenfes I'll restore,
And they fhall be themselves.

Ari. I'll fetch them, Sir.

SCENE

[Exit.

II.

Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, ftanding 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 By moon-shine do the green four ringlets make, • Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whofe paftime • 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

I have be-dimm'd

The noon-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green Sea and the azur'd vault,
Set roaring war; to the dread ratling thunder
Have I giv'n fire, and rifted Jove's flout Oak
With his own bolt: the ftrong-bas'd Promontory
Have I made hake, and by the Spurs pluckt up
The Pine and Cedar: Graves at my command

Have waked their fleepers; op'd, and let them forth By my fo potent Art.] Here is evidently an abfurd tranfpofition of the words in the laft line but one. But Mr. Theobald's defence of the present reading is ftill more abfurd. He juftifies the expreffion of Graves waking their Sleepers, by Beaumont and Fletcher's faying Fame wakens the ruin'd Monuments

which is an expreffion purely metaphorical, to fignify that those monuments are brought again into remembrance; and is therefore juftifiable. But-Graves waking their Sleepers muft needs be understood literally. For Profpero would infinuate that dead men. were actually raised to life by his Art. Therefore the expreffion is abfurd, and confequently none of Shakespear's, who certainly

wrote

Graves, at my command,

Have open'd, and let forth their Sleepers, wak'd
By my fo potent Art.

As