The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tempest.¶(Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after)
¶And hinder them from what this extasie
¶May now prouoke them to.
1650
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
¶
Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
¶Your compensation makes amends, for I
¶Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,
1655Or that for which I liue: who, once againe
¶I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations
¶Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou
¶I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand,
¶And make it halt, behinde her.
¶Fer. I doe beleeue it
¶Against an Oracle.
¶Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But
¶If thou do'st breake her Virgin-knot, before
¶All sanctimonious ceremonies may
¶With full and holy right, be ministred,
¶To make this contract grow; but barraine hate,
¶The vnion of your bed, with weedes so loathly
¶That you shall hate it both: Therefore take heede,
1675As Hymens Lamps shall light you.
¶Fer. As I hope
¶Mine honor into lust, to take away
¶The edge of that dayes celebration,
¶When I shall thinke, or Phœbus Steeds are founderd,
¶Or Night kept chain'd below.
¶Sit then, and talke with her, she is thine owne;
Enter Ariell.
¶In such another tricke: goe bring the rabble
¶(Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place:
¶Incite them to quicke motion, for I must
¶Bestow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
1695Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promise,
¶And they expect it from me.
¶Pro. I: with a twincke.
¶Each one tripping on his Toe,
¶Will be here with mop, and mowe.
¶Doe you loue me Master? no?
¶Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach
1705Till thou do'st heare me call.
¶Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance
¶To th'fire ith' blood: be more abstenious,
1710Or else good night your vow.
¶Fer. I warrant you, Sir,
¶The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart
¶Abates the ardour of my Liuer.
¶Pro. Well.
1715Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary,
¶Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly.
Soft musick.Enter Iris..
¶No tongue: all eyes: be silent.
¶Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;
1720Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,
¶And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:
¶Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims
¶And thy Sea-marge stirrile, and rockey-hard,
¶To come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine:
¶Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.
Enter Ceres.
¶Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowres
¶And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne
¶My boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,
1740Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene
¶Summond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene?
¶Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,
¶On the bles'd Louers.
1745Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe,
¶If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know,
¶Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plot
¶The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got,
¶Her, and her blind-Boyes scandald company,
1750I haue forsworne.
¶Be not afraid: I met her deitie
¶Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son
¶Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to haue done
1755Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,
¶Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine,
¶Marses hot Minion is returnd againe,
1760Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows,
¶And be a Boy right out.
¶Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate.
They Sing.
Iuno
