Make holy-day: your rye-ftraw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.

Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the
Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof
PROSPERO ftarts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a
ftrange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vânish.
Pro. [afide.] I had forgot that foul confpiracy
Of the beaft Caliban, and his confederates,
Against my life; the minute of their plot

Is almost come.-[To the fpirits.] Well done;-avoid ;—

no more.

Fer. This is most strange: your father's in fome paffion That works him strongly.

Mira.
Never till this day,
Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
Pro. You do look, my fon, in a mov'd fort,
As if you were dismay'd be cheerful, fir:
Our revels now are ended: these our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabrick of this vifion,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, fhall diffolve';
And, like this infubftantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind: We are fuch stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.—Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:

If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,

And

And there repofe; a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.

Fer. Mira.

We wish your peace.

[Exeunt.

Pro. Come with a thought:-I thank you :-Ariel, come.

Enter ARIEL.

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.

Pro. Say again, where didft thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, fir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour, that they fmote the air

For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kiffing of their feet: yet always bending
Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,

As they smelt mufick; fo I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail fhins: at laft I left them
I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O'er-ftunk their feet.

Pro. This was well done, my bird:

Thy shape invisible retain thou still:

The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither,
For ftale to catch thefe thieves.

Ari.
Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,

I go, I go.

[Exit.

Humanely

Humanely taken, all, all loft, quite loft;
And as, with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers: I will plague them all,

Re-enter ARIEL loaden with gliftering apparel, &c. Even to roaring :-Come, hang them on this line.

PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invifible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet.

Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not, Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you fay, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than play'd the Jack with us. Trin. Monfter, I do fmell all horfe-pifs; at which my nofe is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monfter? If I fhould take a displeasure against you; look you,―

Trin. Thou wert but a loft monster.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to

Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore, fpeak softly; All's hush'd as midnight yet.

Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,

Ste. There is not only difgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite lofs.

Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.

for

Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears my labour.

Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: Seeft thou here,
This is the mouth o' the cell: no noife, and enter:

Do that good mischief, which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,

For aye thy foot-licker.

Ste.

Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody

thoughts.

Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!

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

Trin. O, ho, 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.

Cal. The dropfy drown this fool! what do you mean, 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 strange stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Miftrefs 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: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monster, come, put f.me lime upon your fingers, away with the reft.

and

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

With foreheads villainous low.

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

A noife of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of bounds, and bunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver !

Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! [CAL. STE. and TRIN. are driven out. 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
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:

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

[Exeunt.

ACT