Haft ftrangely ftood the teft. Here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Fer. I believe it, Against an oracle. Pro. Then as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter. But "If thou dost break her virgin-knot, before All fanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be minister'd, "No fweet afperfions fhall the heav'ns let fall "To make this contract grow but barren hate, "Sour-ey'd difdain, and difcord fhall beftrew The union of your bed with weeds fo loathly, "That fhall hate it both: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps fhall light you. you Fer. As I hope For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life, With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkieft den, The most opportune place, the strong'ft fuggeftion Our worfer genius can, fhall never melt Mine honour into luft: to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I fhall think or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below. Pro. Fairly fpoke. Sit then, and talk with her, fhe is thine own. SCENE II. 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 fuch another trick; go bring the rabble, Ari. Prefently? Pre. Pro. Ay, with a twink. Ari Before you can fay, Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, So, fo; Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mow. Do you love me, master? no? Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach, Till thou doft hear me call. Ari. Well, I conceive. [Exit, Pro Look thou be true; do not give dalliance Fer. I warrant you, Sir; The white, cold, virgin-fnow upon my heart Pro. Well. Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary, Rather than want a fpirit; appear, and pertly- SCENE III. A mafque, [To Ferdinand. [Soft mufic. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibling theep, And flat meads thatch'd with ftover, them to keep; Thy banks with pionied and tulip'd brims, Which fpungy April at thy het betrims, To make cold nymphs chafte crowns; and thy brown groves, Whose shadow the difmiffed bachelor loves, Being lafs-lorn; thy pale-clipt vineyard, Where thou thyself do'ft air; the Queen o' th' fky, Bids thee leave thefe; and with her fov'rcign grace, Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. Enter Enter Ceres. Cer. Hail, many-colour'd meffenger, that ne'er Who, with thy faffron wings, upon my flowers Ger. Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus or her fon, as thou dost know, Iris. Of her fociety Be not afraid; I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her fon Dove-drawn with her; here thought they to have done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Whofe vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid Mars's hot minion is return'd again; Her wafpifh-headed fon has broke his arrows; And be a boy right-out. Cer. High Queen of state, Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gate. [Juno defcends, and enters. Jun. How does my bounteous fifter? go with me To blefs this twain, that they may profp'rous be, And honour'd in their iffue. Jun. Honour, riches, marriage bleffing, Hourly joys be fill upon you! [They fing. Juno fings her bleffings on you. Cer. Cer. Earth's increafe, and foyfon-plenty, Vines, with cluftring bunches growing, Fer. This is a moft majestic vifion, and Pro. Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines call'd to enact Fer. Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife, Pro. Sweet now, filence: There's fomething else to do; hush and be mute, Juno and Ceres whisper, and fend Iris on employment. Iris. You nymphs, call'd Nayads, of the winding brooks, With your fedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks, Enter certain nymphs. You fun-burn'd ficklemen, of August weary, Enter certain reapers, properly habited; they join with the nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof, Profpere Profpero ftarts fuddenly, and fpeaks; after which, to a frange, hollow, and confufed noife, they vanish heavily. Pro. I had forgot that foul confpiracy Of the beaft Caliban, and his confed'rates, Is almoft come. Well done, avoid; no more. Fer. This is moft ftrange; your father's in fome paffion That works him strongly. Mira. Never till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger fo diftemper'd. And, like the baseless fabric of th' air-vifions And, like this infubftantial pageant faded, If thou be pleas'd, retire into my cell, And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, To fill my beating mind. Fer. Mira. We with your peace. Pro. Come with a thought; Ariel, come. [Exe. Fer. and Mira. I thank you: Profpero comes forward from the cell; enter Ariel to him. Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; what's thy pleasure? Pro. Spirit, We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Ari. Ay, my commander; when I prefented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd, Left I might anger thee. Pre. Say again, where didft thou leave thefe varlets ? |