1779Fer. This is a most maiesticke vision, and

1780Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold

1781To thinke these spirits?

1782Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art

1783I haue from their confines call'd to enact

1784My present fancies.

1785Fer. Let me liue here euer,

1786So rare a wondred Father, and a wife

1787Makes this place Paradise.

1788Pro. Sweet now, silence:

1789Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously,

1790There's something else to doe: hush, and be mute

1791Or else our spell is mar'd.

1793Iris. You Nimphs cald Nayades of y^e windring brooks,

1794With your sedg'd crownes, and euer-harmelesse lookes,

1795Leaue your crispe channels, and on this green-Land

1796Answere your summons, Iuno do's command.

1797Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate

1798A Contract of true Loue: be not too late.

1800You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of August weary,

1801Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,

1802Make holly day: your Rye-straw hats put on,

1803And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery one

1804In Country footing.

1809Pro. I had forgot that foule conspiracy

1810Of the beast Calliban, and his confederates

1811Against my life: the minute of their plot

1812Is almost come: Well done, auoid: no more.

1813Fer. This is strange: your fathers in some passion

1814That workes him strongly.

1815Mir. Neuer till this day

1816Saw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper'd.

1817Pro. You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd sort,

1818As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir,

1819Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors,

1820(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and

1821Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,

1822And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision

1823The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,

1824The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,

1825Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolue,

1826And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded

1827Leaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffe

1828As dreames are made on; and our little life

1829Is rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext,

1830Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled:

1831Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie,

1832If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,

1833And there repose, a turne or two, Ile walke

1834To still my beating minde.

1835Fer. Mir. We wish your peace. Exit.

1836Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come.

1838Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleasure?

1839Pro. Spirit: We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

1840Ar. I my Commander, when I presented Ceres

1841I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd

1842Least I might anger thee.

1843Pro. Say again, where didst thou leaue these varlots?

1844Ar. I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking,

1845So full of valour, that they smote the ayre

1846For breathing in their faces: beate the ground

1847For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending

1848Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor,

1849At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,

1850Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their noses

1851As they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their eares

1852That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through

1853Tooth'd briars, sharpe firzes, pricking gosse, & thorns,

1854Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them

1855I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,

1856There dancing vp to th'chins, that the fowle Lake

1857Ore-stunck their feet.

1858Pro. This was well done (my bird)

1859Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still:

1860The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hither

1861For stale to catch these theeues. Ar. I go, I goe. Exit.

1862Pro. A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whose nature

1863Nurture can neuer sticke: on whom my paines

1864Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost,

1865And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,

1866So his minde cankers: I will plague them all,

1867Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.

1870Cal. Pray you tread softly, that the blinde Mole may

1871not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell.

1872St. Monster, your Fairy, w^c you say is a harmles Fairy,

1873Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs.

1874Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-pisse, at which

1875My nose is in great indignation.

1876Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I should

1877Take a displeasure against you: Looke you.

1878Trin. Thou wert but a lost Monster.

1879Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour stil,

1880Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too

1881Shall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly,

1882All's husht as midnight yet.

1883Trin. I, but to loose our bottles in the Poole.

1884Ste. There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that

1885Monster, but an infinite losse.

1886Tr. That's more to me then my wetting:

1887Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy, Monster.

1888Ste. I will fetch off my bottle,

1889Though I be o're eares for my labour.

1890Cal. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. Seest thou heere

1891This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noise, and enter:

1892Do that good mischeefe, which may make this Island

1893Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban

1894For aye thy foot-licker.

1895Ste. Giue me thy hand,

1896I do begin to haue bloody thoughts.

1897Trin. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano,

1898Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee.

1899Cal. Let it alone thou foole, it is but trash.

1900Tri. Oh, ho, Monster: wee know what belongs to a

1901frippery, O King Stephano.