Pros. Sweet, now, silence! Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks, With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks, Enter certain NYMPHS. You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, *Winding or indented channels. Enter certain REAPERS, properly habited: they join with the NYMPHS in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish. Pros. (Aside) I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his confederates Against my life: the minute of their plot Is almost come. (To the Spirits.) avoid;* no more! *Be gone. Well done! Cf. Bacon: "I remember well that when I went to the echo at Pont-Chaventon there was an old Priscian who took it to be the work of spirits, and of good spirits. For (said he) call Satan and the echo will not deliver back the devil's name, but will say, va t'en, which is as much in French as apage or avoid."-Natural History. Fer. This is strange :* your father's in some passion That works him strongly. *"I find that strange."-Promus No. 302. Prom., Note 303, 1594. Mir. And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled: If you be pleased, retire into my cell And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, *From Lat. inherere, to cling or belong to. iCf. Bacon: "The clouds above which we call the rack."-Natural History. The word is unfortunately changed to "wreck" in the inscription on Shakspere's monument in Westminster Abbey, erected in 1740. Fer. Mir. We wish you peace. (Exeunt. Pros. Come with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel: come. Enter ARIEL. Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? Pros. Spirit, We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd Lest I might anger thee. Pros. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drink ing; So full of valour that they smote the air Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'erstunk their feet. Pros. This was well done, my bird. Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, Ari. So his mind cankers.* I will plague them all, Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, etc. Enter PROSPERO and ARIEL remain, invisible. CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. *Cf. Lucretius: Also, Bacon: "Old age, if it could be seen, deforms the mind more than the body."-De Augmentis. Also, ibid: "I remember, when I was a young man at Poictiers in France, that I was very intimate with α young Frenchman of great wit, but somewhat talkative, who afterwards turned out a very eminent man. He used to inveigh against the manners of old men, and say that if their minds could be seen as well as their bodies, they would appear no less deformed; and further indulging his fancy, he argued that the defects of their minds had some parallel and correspondence with those of the body." -History of Life and Death. †That is, on this line (or lime) tree. 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 say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.' * *Deceived us. Cf. "Romeo and Juliet":— "An 'a speak anything against me, I'll take him down, an 'a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks."4. II., Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation. Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you,― Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster. Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still. Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hoodwink the mischance: therefore speak softly. All's hush'd as midnight yet. Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,— Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss. Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster. Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour. Cal. Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st thou here, This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, 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. 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! *Cf. "Othello" :— King Stephano was a worthy peer, And thou art but of low degree; 'Tis pride that pulls the country down, -II., 3. 88. This popular ballad was written in ridicule of King Stephano's parsimony. 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 dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone And do the murder first: if he awake, From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches, Make us strange stuff. Ste. Be you quiet, monster. Mistress 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 steal by line and level, an't like your grace. Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for 't: wit shall 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 some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest. Cal. I will have none on 't: we shall lose out time, And all be turn'd to barnacles,* or to apes With foreheads villanous low. *A species of goose, once thought to be developed out of shell fish that bore into ships' bottoms, in salt |