And, like this infubftantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind! we are fuch stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life

Is rounded with a fleep.- Sir, I am vext; (27)
Bear with my weakness, my old brain is troubled:
Be not difturb'd with my infirmity;

If thou be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
And there repofe; a turn or two I'll walk,
To ftill my beating mind.

I thank

Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. [Exe. Fer. and Mir.
Pro. Come with a thought;
Ariel, come.

you:

Profpero comes forward from the Cell; enter Ariel to him.

Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; what's thy pleasure? Pro. Spirit,

We must prepare to meet with Galiban.

(27)

Sir, I am vext;

Bear with my Weakness, my old Brain is troubled:] There is the Appearance of fomething very extraordinary, in this great Emotion of Anger fo difcoverable in the Behaviour of Profpero, on the fuddain Re collection of Caliban's Plot: And the admirable Reflection, which he makes, upon the Infignificancy of human Things, fully thews it: For thinking Men are never under greater Oppreflion of Mind, than when they make fuch kind of Reflections. And yet, if we turn to the Cause of this Difturbance, there is Nothing that one could imagine, at first View, could occafion it: The Plot of a contemptible Savage, and two drunken Sailors, whom he had abfolutely in his Power! It could be no Apprehenfion of Danger then, that could cause it. But, reflecting more attentively, we shall find, (agreeably to our Poet's wonderful knowledge of Nature,) there was fomething in the Cafe, with which great Minds are moft deeply affected; and that is, the Refentment of Ingratitude. He recall'd to his Mind the Obligations this Caliban lay under for the Inftructions he had receiv'd from him, and the Conveniences of Life he had taught him to ufe. But thefe Reflections of Caliban's Ingratitude would naturally recall to mind his Brother's: and then these two, working together, were very capable of producing all the Disorder of Paffon here reprefented. That thefe Two, who had receiv'd at his hands the two beft Gifts that Mortals are capable of, when rightly apply'd, Regal Power and the Ufe of Reafon; that Thefe, in return, fhould confpire against the Life of the Donor, would certainly afflict a generous Mind to its utmoft Bearing. As thefe Reflections do fo much Honour to that furprizing Knowledge of human Nature, which is fo apparently our Author's Mafterpiece, it cannot, fure, be thought unneceflary to fet them in a proper Light, Mr. Warburton.

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, Sir, 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 unbackt colts, they prickt 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 briars, sharp furzes, pricking gofs and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail fhins: at laft I left them
I'th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,

There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake.
O'er-ftunk their feet.

Pro. This was well done, my bird;
Thy fhape invisible retain thou still;

The trumpery in my houfe, go bring it hither,
For ftale to catch these thieves.

Ari. I go, I go.

Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never ftick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all loft, quite loft;
And, as with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers; I will plague them all,
Even to roaring: come, hang them on this line.

[Exit.

[Profpero remains invifible.

Enter Ariel loaden with gliftering apparel, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.

Cal. Pray you, tread foftly, 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 harmlefs Fairy, has done little better than plaid the Jack with us.

Trin. Monster, I do fmell all horfe-piss, at which my nofe is in great indignation.

Ste.

Ste. So is mine: do you hear, monster? 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 hood-wink this mifchance; therefore, speak foftly; All's hufht as midnight yet.

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

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

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

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

Cal. Pr'ythee, my King, be quiet: feeft thou here, This is the mouth o' th' cell; no noife, and enter; Do that good mischief, which may make this Island Thine own for ever; and I, thy Caliban,

For ay 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!

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

Trin. Oh, oh, monfter; we know what belongs to a frippery;Ó, King Stephano!

Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace fhall have it.

Cal. The drop fie 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 ftrange stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monfter. 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 steal by line and level, and't like your Grace.

Ste.

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: fteal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monster, come, put fome lime upon your fingers, and away with the reft.

Cal. I will have none on't; we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or apes

With foreheads villanous 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 of bunters heard. Enter divers spirits in shape of bounds, bunting them about; Profpero and Ariel fetting them on. Calib. Steph. and Trinc, driven out, roaring. Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey.

Ari. Silver; there it goes, Silver.

Pro. Fury, Fury; there, Tyrant, there; hark, hark 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
Lye at my mercy all mine enemies:

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

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT

V.

SCENE, before the Cell.

Enter Profpero in his magick robes, and Arich

N

PROSPERO.

OW does my project gather to a head;
My charms crack not; my fpirits obey, and

time

Goes upright with his carriage: how's the Day? Ari. On the fixth hour, at which time, my lord, You faid, our work fhould cease.

Pro. I did fay fo,

When first I rais'd the tempeft; fay, my spirit,
How fares the King and's followers?

Ari. Confin'd

In the fame fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, all your prifoners, Sir,
In the Lime-Grove which weather-fends your cell.
They cannot budge, 'till your release. The King,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of forrow and difmay; but, chiefly,
Him that you term'd the good old lord Gonzalo.
His tears run down his beard, like winter drops
From eaves of reeds; your charm fo ftrongly works 'em,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro. Do'st thou think fo, fpirit?

Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human.
Pro. And mine fhall.

Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and fhall not my felf,
One of their kind, that relish all as fharply,

Paffion