THE TEMPEST
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I have from their confines call’d to enact
My present fancies.
My present fancies.
Ferdinand
My present fancies. Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder’d father and a wife
Makes this place Paradise.
[Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment.
So rare a wonder’d father and a wife
Makes this place Paradise.
[Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment.
Prospero.
Makes this place Paradise. Sweet, now, silence!
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
There ’s something else to do: hush, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marr’d.
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
There ’s something else to do: hush, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marr’d.
Iris.
You nymphs, call’d Naiads, of the windring brooks,
With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels and on this green land
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 sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow and be merry:
Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.
With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels and on this green land
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 sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow and be merry:
Make holiday; 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, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.
