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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 sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy Rite be minister'd,
No sweet aspersions shall the heav'ns let fall
To make this contract grow: but barren hate,
Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord shall bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly,
That you shall hate it both: therefore cake heed,
As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
Fer. As I hope
For quier days, fair issue, and long life,
With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worser Genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into luft; to take away
The edge of that day's celébration,
When I shall think or Phæbus' steeds are founder'd,
Or night kept chain'd below.
Pro. Fairly spoke.
Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.
What, Ariel; my industrious servant, 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 such another crick; go, bring the rabble,
O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place ;
Incite them to quick motion, for I must
young couple Some vanity of mine art ; it is my promise, And they expect it from me.
Pro. Ay, with a twink.
Ari. Before you can fay, Come, and go,
And breathe twice ; and cry, fo, so
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with
mop and mow.
you love me, master? 10?
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach, "Till thou dost hear me call. Ari. Well, I conceive.
Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw
To th' fire i'th' blood : be more abstemious,
Or else, good-night, your vow !
Fer. I warrant you, Sir ;
The white, cold, virgin-snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.
Now come, my Ariel ; bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.
[Soft Mufick. A MAS QUE. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, moft bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with pioned, and tulip'd brims, Which spungy April at thy hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom
Whole shadow the dismissed batchelor loves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard,
And thy sea-marge steril, and rocky hard,
Where thou thy self do'st air; the Queen o'th' sky,
Whose wat'ry arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these; and with her Sov'raign Grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport; her peacocks fly amain :
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
Do'st disobey the wife of Jupiter :
Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffuseft honey drops, refreshing showers;
And with each end of thy blue bow do'st crown
My bosky acres, and my unthrub'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy Queen
Summond me hither, to this short-grass green?
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrare,
And fome donation freely to estate
On the bless'd lovers.
Cer. Tell me, heav'nly bow,
If Venus or her son, as thou do't know,
Do now attend the Queen : fince they did plot
The means, that dusky Dis my daughter got;
Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
I have forsworn.
Iris. Of her society
Be not afraid ; I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son
Dove-drawn with her; here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
'Till Hymen's torch be lighted; but in vain
Mars's hot minion is return'd again;
Her walpith-headed fon has broke his arrows;
Swears, he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,
And be a boy right-out.
Ger. High Queen of state,
Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gate.
[Juno defcends, and enters. Jun. How does my bountcous Gifter?
To bless this twain, that they may prosp'rous be,
And honour'd in their issue.
Jun. Honour, riches, marriage blessing,
Long continuance and encreasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you ;
Juno fings her blesings on you:
Cer. Earth's increase, and foyfon-plenty, (25)
Barns and garners never empty,
Vines, (25) Barth's Increase.] All the Editions, that I have ever seen, concur in placing this whole Sonnet to June: but very absurdly, in my Opinion. Į believe, every accurate Reader, who is acquainted with
Vines, with clufiring bunches growing,
Plants, with goodly burthen bowing;
Spring come to you, at the farthest,
In the very end of harvest :
Scarcity and want Mall soun you ;
Çeres's blefing so is on you.
Fer. This is a most majestick vision, and
Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold
To think these spirits ?
Pro. Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines call’d to enact (26)
My present fancies.
Fer. Let me live here ever ;
So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,
Make this place paradise.
Pro. Sweet now, Glence: poetical History, and the difinet Offices of these two Goddesses, and who then seriously reads over our Author's Lines, will agree with Me, that Ceres's Name ought to have been placed where I have now prefix'd it. (26) I have from All their Confines.] This All is obtruded upon
Us by the nice Ears of our modern Editors, who were for helping the Verse, upon a Supposition that the Accent in Confines must needs be upon the first Syllable. But the Practice of our Poet is against them ; and therefore I have restor'd him to his own Reading. Sue As you like it. A&t. 2. Sc. i.
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled Fools ;
Being native Burghers of this desart City,
Should, in their own Confines,
K. John. AA. 4.
This Kingdom, this Confine of Blood and Breatb, And Hamlet. Aa. 1. Sc. I.
Tb' extravagant and erring Spirit byes'
To bis Confine.
And in his Poem intitled, In Praise of bis Love.
In whoso Confine immured is the Store,
Wbicblould example where your Equal grew. And, again, in his poem cali'd, A Lover's Complaint.
O molt potential Love ! Vow, Bond, nor Space,
In thee hath neither Sting, Knot, nor Confine : And in his Amorous Epiftle of Paris to Helen.
Shipping myself from the Sigæan Shore,
Whence unto these Confínes my Course I bore. And, I believe, in every other Passage throughout his Works, where he has used this Word, the Accent is conftantly on the last Syllable.
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously ;
There's something else to do i hush, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marr'd.
Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on imployment.
. You nymphs, callid Nayads, of the winding
With your sedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels, and on this greenland
Answer your summons, Juno does command:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.
Enter certain Nymphs.
You sun-burn'd ficklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry ;
Make holy-day ; your rye-straw 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 starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, bollow and confused noise, they vanillo beavily.
Pro. I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban, and his confed'rates,
Against my life; the minute of their plot
Is almost come. Well done, avoid ; no more.
Fer. This is strange ; your father's in some passion That works him strongly.
Mir. Never 'till this day
Saw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper’d.
Pro. You look, my son, in a mov'd fort,
As if you were dismay'd ; be chearful, Sir:
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 vision,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe it self,
Yea, all, which it inherit, Thall dissolve;