With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them, Than pard, or cat o'mountain. Ari. Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou [Exeunt. SCENE I. Before the Cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO, in his magic Robes, and ARIEL. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. Pro. I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, Ari. Contin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, Ari. I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and And ye, that on the sands with printless foot [groves; Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have be-dimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers; oped, and let them forth By my so potent arm: But this rough magic I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book. [Solemn music. Re-enter ARIEL; after him, ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: They all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks. A solemn air, and the best comforter Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo, Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit; ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROS- Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, 80. To the king's ship, invisible as thou art: There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place; And presently, I pr'ythee. Ari. I drink the air before me, and return [Exit. Or ere your pulse twice beat. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here; Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! Pro. Behold, sir king, The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero : For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, (And if this be at all), a most strange story. Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should Pros pero Be living, and be here? Pro. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot Gon. Whether this be, Or be not, I'll not swear. Some subtilties o'the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain:-Welcome, my friends all:But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, [Aside to Sebastian and Antonio. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors; at this time I'll tell no tales. Seb. The devil speaks in him. Pro. No: [Aside. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation: How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost, How sharp the point of this remembrance is! My dear son Ferdinand. Pro. I am woe for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content. Alon. You the like loss? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker E Than you may call to comfort you; for I Alon. A daughter? O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? That they devour their reason; and scarce think Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDI- Fer. No, my dearest love, I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you should And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Shall I twice lose. Seb. A most high miracle! [wrangle, Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: I have curs'd them without cause. [Ferd, kneels to Alon. Alon. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. Mira. O! wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't! Pro. 'Tis new to thee. |