Sidor som bilder


Ste. He that dies pays all Debts: I defie thee.
Mercy on us.

Cal. Art thou afraid?

Ste. No, Monster, not I.

Cal. Be not afraid; the Ifle is full of Noifes,

Sounds, and fweet Airs, that give Delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling Inftruments

Will hum about mine Ears; and fometimes Voices,
That if I then had wak'd after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,
The Clouds methought would open, and fhew Riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I wak'd

I cry'd to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave Kingdom to me,
Where I fhall have my Mufick for nothing.
Cal. When Profpero is destroy'd.

Ste. That fhall be by and by:

I remember the Story.

Trin. The Sound is going away;

Let's follow it, and after do our Work.

Ste. Lead, Monster;

We'll follow. I would I could fee this Taborer:

He lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come?

I'll follow Stephano.




Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,

Francifco, &c.

Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, Sir,
My old Bones ake: Here's a Maze trod indeed

Through Forth-rights and Meanders: By your Patience,
I needs muft reft me.

Alon. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,

Who am my self attach'd with Weariness

To th' dulling of my Spirits; fit down and rest:
Even here I will put off my Hope, and keep it
No longer for my Flatterer: He is drown'd,
Whom thus we ftray to find, and the Sea mocks
Our fruftrate Search on Land. Well, let him go.




Ant. I am right glad that he's fo out of Hope.
Do not, for one Repulfe, forego the Purpose
That you refolv'd t'effect.

Seb. The next Advantage will we take throughly.
Ant. Let it be to Night;

For, now they are opprefs'd with Travel, they
Will not, nor cannot ufe fuch Vigilance
As when they are fresh.

Solemn and ftrange Mufick, and Profpero on the Top invisible. Enter feveral ftrange Shapes, bringing in a Banquet; and dance about it with gentle Actions of Salutations, and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

Seb. I fay to Night: No more.

Alon. What Harmony is this? My good Friends, hark!
Gon. Marvellous fweet Mufick!

Alon. Give us kind Keepers, Heav'ns; what are thefse?
Seb. A living Drollery. Now I will believe

That there are Unicorns; that in Arabia

There is one Tree, the Phoenix Throne, one Phoenix
At this Hour reigning there.

Ant. I'll believe both:

And what does elfe want Credit, come to me,
And I'll be fworn 'tis true. Travellers ne'er did lie,
Though Fools at home condemn 'em.

Gon. If in Naples

I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I fhould fay I faw fuch Iflanders:

(For certes these are People of the Island)

Who tho' they are of monftrous Shape, yet note
Their Manners are more gentle kind, than of
Our human Generation you fhall find

Many, nay, almost any.

Pro. Honeft Lord,

Thou haft faid well; for fome of you there prefent

Are worse than Devils.

Alon. I cannot too much mufe,

Such Shapes, fuch Gefture, and fuch Sound, expreffing,
Although they want the ufe of Tongue, a kind

Of excellent dumb Difcourfe.

Pro. Praise in departing.


Fra. They vanish'd ftrangely.

Seb. No matter, fince

They have left their Viands behind; for we have Stomachs. Wilt please you taste of what is here?

Alon. Not I.

Gon. Faith Sir, you need not fear. When we were Boys,
Who would believe that there were Mountaineers,
Dew-lapt like Bulls, whofe Throats had hanging at 'em
Wallets of Flesh? or that there were fuch Men

Whofe Heads ftood in their Breafts? which now we find
Each Putter out of five for one will bring us
Good warrant of.

Alon. I will ftand to, and feed,
Although my laft; no matter, fince I feel

The beft is paft. Brother, my Lord, the Duke,
Stand to, and do as we.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariel like a Harpy, claps his Wings upon the Table, and with a queint Device the Banquet vanishes.

Ari, You are three Men of Sin, whom Destiny,
That hath to Inftruments this lower World,
And what is in't, the never-furfeited Sea
Hath caus'd to belch you up; and on this Island,
Where Man doth not inhabit, you 'mongft Men
Being moft unfit to live: I have made you mad;
And even with fuch like Valour Men hang and drown
Their proper felves: You Fools, I and my Fellows
Are Minifters of Fate; the Elements

Of whom your Swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud Winds, or with bemockt-at Stabs
Kill the ftill clofing Waters, as diminish

One Dowle that's in my Plume: My Fellow-minifters
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,

Your Swords are now too maffie for your Strength,
And will not be up-lifted. But remember,
For that's my Bufinefs to you, that you three
From Millan did fupplant good Profpero;
Expos'd unto the Sea, which hath requit it,
Him and his innocent Child: For which foul Deed
The Powers delaying, not forgetting, have


Incens'd the Seas and Shores, yea, all the Creatures,
Against your Peace: Thee of thy Son, Alanfo,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Lingring Perdition, worfe than any Death
Can be at once, fhall Step by Step attend

You and your Ways, whofe Wraths to guard you from,
Which here, in this most defolate Isle, else falls
Upon your Heads, is nothing but Heart's-forrow,

And a clear Life enfuing.

He vanishes in Thunder: Then, to foft Mufick, Enter the Shapes again, and dance with Mocks and Mowes, and car rying out the Table.

Pro. Bravely the Figure of this Harpy hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a Grace it had devouring:
Of my Inftruction haft thou nothing bated
In what thou hadft to fay: So with good Life,
And Obfervation ftrange, my meaner Minifters
Their feveral Kinds have done; my high Charms work,
And these, mine Enemies, are all knit up

In their Distractions: They now are in my Power;
And in these Fits I leave them, while I yifit

Young Ferdinand, whom they fuppofe is drown'd,
And his, and my lov'd Darling,

Gon. I'th' Name of fomething holy, Sir, why stand in this ftrange Stare?

Alon. O, it is monftrous! monftrous!
Methought the Billows fpoke, 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 Second.




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

Like Poison giv'n to work a great time after,

Now 'gins to bite the Spirits. I do befeech you,

That are of fuppler Joints, follow them swiftly,


And hinder them from what this Extafie

May now provoke them to.


Adri. Follow, I pray you.


[Exeunt omnes.


Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
F I have too aufterely punish'd you,

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Your Compenfation makes Amends; for I
Have given you here a Third of mine own Life,
Or that for which I live; who once again
I render to thy Hand: All thy Vexations
Were but my Trials of thy Love, and thou
Haft ftrangely ftood the Teft. Here afore Heav'n
I ratifie this my rich Gift: O Ferdinand,"
Do not smile at me that I boaft her off;

For thou shalt find fhe will out-ftrip all Praife,
And make it halt behind her.

Fer. I do believe it

Against an Oracle.

Pro. Then, as my Gift, and thine own Acquifition
Worthily purchas'd, take my Daughter.

If thou doft break her Virgin-knot before
All fanctimonious Ceremonies may,
With full and holy Rite, be miniftred,
No fweet 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 lothly
That you fhall hate it both: Therefore take heed,
As Hymen's Lamps fhall light you.

Fer. As I hope

For quiet Days, fair Iffue, and long Life,
With fuch Love as 'tis now, the murkieft Den,

The moft opportune Place, the ftrong'ft Suggestion,

Our worfer Genius can, fhall never melt

Mine Honour into Luft, to take away

The Edge of that Day's Celebration,

When I fall think or Phabus Steeds are founder'd,
Or Night kept chain'd below.

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