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4 Pro. Praise, in departing.com Fran. They vanish'd strangely.

Seb. No matter, since They've left their viands behind ; for we have stomachs. Wilt please you taste of what is here? Alon. Not I.

[boys, Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear. When we were Who would believe, that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapt like bulls, whose throats had hanging at

'em Wallets of flesh, or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find, s Each putter out on five for one will bring us Good warrant of.

Alon. I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last; no matter, since I feel
The best is paft. Brother, my lord the Duke,
Stand to, and do as we.

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Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a barpy, claps

bis wings upon the table, and with a quejnt device the banquet vanishes.

Ari. You are three men of sin, whom deftiny (That hath to instrument this lower world,

4 Pro. Praise in departing. ] This is a farcafm. They were praising the music and attendance of this visionary Entertainment; but their commendations were too hasty, for the Banquet was presently snatched from them: so that the music was only a prelude to a Mockery. Prospero therefore says, Stay your praises.'till you have ended your entertainment.

Praise in departing. The phrase alludes to the custom of Guests praising their entertainment when they rise from the Banquet.

5 Eacle putter out on five for one ---] A Satire on the Voyagers of that time, who had juk discovered a new World ; and, as was natural, gave very extravagant accounts of the wonders of it. Their Ventures in these expeditions are alluded to in the title, given them, of putters out on five for one.

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And what is in't) the never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up; and on this Island
Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men
Being moft unfit to live. I have made you mad;
And ev'n with such like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves. You fools ! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate; the elements,
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemockt-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One down that's in my plume : my fellow-minifters
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too maslie for your strengths,
And will not be up-lifted. But remember,
(For that's my business to you) that you

three
From Milan did fupplant good Prospero:
Expos’d unto the sea (which hath requit it)
Him, and his innocent child : for which foul deed
The powers delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the feas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace: thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling'ring perdition, worse than any death
Can be at once, shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose wrath to guard you from,
(Which here in this most desolate Ine else falls
Upon your heads,) is nothing but heart's forrow,
And a clear life ensuing.
He vanishes in thunder : then, to soft mufick, Enter the

Jhapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and
carrying out the table.

Pro. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform’d, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring :
Of my instruction haft thou nothing 'bated,
In what thou hadît to say : fo with good life,
And observation strange, my meaner ministers

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Their several kinds have done; my high charms work,
And these, mine enemies, are all knit up
In their distractions: they are in my power ;
And in these fits I leave them, whilft I visit
Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drown'd,)
And his and my lov'd darling.

[Exit Prospero from above. Gon. I'th' name of something holy, Sir, why stand

you In this strange stare ?

Alon. O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! “ Methoughts, the billows fpoke, and told me of it; “ The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, “ That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd " The Name of Prosper: it did base my trespass. Therefore

my

fon i'th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet founded, And with him there lye mudded.

[Exit. Seb. But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o’er. Ant. I'll be thy second.

[Exeunt. Gon. All three of them are desperate ; “their great

guilt, " Like poison giv'n to work a great time after, “ Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you, That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly; And hinder them from what this ecstasie May now provoke them to. Adri. Follow, I pray you.

[Exeunt.

Аст ACTIV. SCENE I.

Prospero's Cell.
Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.

PROSPER 0.
IF

you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have giv'n you here a (a) thread of mine own lise ; Or that for which I live; whom once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my tryals of thy love, and thou Haft strangely stood the teft. Here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift: 0 Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off ; For thou shalt find, she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her.

Fer. I believe it, Against an oracle.

Pro. Then as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my Daughter. But “ If thou dost break her 3 virgin-knot, before « All fanctimonious 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 take heed, As Hymen's lamps shall light you.

3 virgin-knot,] Alluding to the Latin phrase of Zonam folvere. [(a) threadMr, Theobald, - vulg. third. ]

Fer.

Fer. As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worfer Genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into lust; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
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

S CE N E II.

Enter 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 trick ; go, + bring the rabble,
O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place :
Incite them to quick motion, for I must
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise,
And they expect it from me.

Ari. Presently?
Pro. Ay, with a twink.

Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go,
And breathe twice ; and cry, fo, so
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mow.
Do you love me, master? no?

Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach,
Till thou dost hear me call.
Ari. Well, I conceive.

[Exit. 4- bring the rabble,] i. e. of spirits,

Pro.

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