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The Tempest.
Ant.Exeunt.Ile be thy Second.
Gon.All three of them are desperate: their great guilt(Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after)Now gins to bite the spirits: I doe beseech you(That are of suppler ioynts) follow them swiftly,And hinder them from what this extasieMay now prouoke them to.
Ad.Exeunt omnes.Follow, I pray you.
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
Pro.If I haue too austerely punish'd you,Your compensation makes amends, for IHaue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,Or that for which I liue: who, once againeI tender to thy hand: All thy vexationsWere but my trials of thy loue, and thouHast strangely stood the test: here, afore heauenI ratifie this my rich guitt. O Ferdinand, Doe not smile at me, that I boast her of,For thou shalt finde she will out-strip all praiseAnd make it halt, behinde her.
Fer.I doe beleeue itAgainst an Oracle.
Pro.Then, as my guest, and thine owne acquisitionWorthily purchas'd, take my daughter: ButIf thou do'st breake her Virgin-knot, beforeAll sanctimonious ceremonies mayWith full and holy right, be ministred,No sweet aspersion shall the heauens let fallTo make this contract grow; but barraine hate,Sower-ey'd disdaine, and discord shall bestrewThe vnion of your bed, with weedes so loathlyThat you shall hate it both: Therefore take heede,As Hymens Lamps shall light you.
Fer.As I hopeFor quiet dayes, faire Issue, and long life,With such loue, as 'tis now the murkiest den,The most opportune place, the strongst suggestion,Our worser Genius can, shall neuer meltMine honor into lust, to take awayThe edge of that dayes celebration,When I shall thinke, or Phœbus Steeds are founderd,Or Night kept chain'd below.
Pro.Fairely spoke;Sit then, and talke with her, she is thine owne;What Ariell; my industrious seruãt Ariell.
Enter Ariell.
Ar.What would my potent master? here I am.
Pro.Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your last seruiceDid worthily performe: and I must vse youIn such another tricke: goe bring the rabble(Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place:Incite them to quicke motion, for I mustBestow vpon the eyes of this yong coupleSome vanity of mine Art: it is my promise,And they expect it from me.
Ar.Presently?
Pro.I; with a twincke.
Ar.Before you can say come, and goe,And breathe twice; and cry, so, so:Each one tripping on his Toe,Will be here with mop, and mowe.Doe you loue me Master? no?
Pro.Dearely, my delicate Ariell doe not approachTill thou do'st heare me call.
Ar.Exit.Well: I conceiue.
Pro.Looke thou be true: doe not giue dallianceToo much the raigne: the strongest oathes, are strawTo th'fire ith' blood: be more abstenious,Or else good night your vow.
Fer.I warrant you, Sir,The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heartAbates the ardour of my Liuer.
Pro.Well.Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary,Soft musick.Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly.No tongue: all eyes: be silent.
Enter Iris.
Ir.Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich LeasOf Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brimsWhich spungie Aprill, at thy hest betrims;To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; & thy broome-groues;Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues,Being lasse-lorne: thy pole clipt vineyard,And thy Sea-marge stirrile, and rockey-hard,Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,Whose watry Arch, and messenger, am I.Bids thee leaue these, & with her soueraigne grace, Iuno descends. Here on this grasse-plot, in this very placeTo come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine:Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.
Enter Ceres.
Cer.Haile, many-coloured Messenger, that nereDo'st disobey the wife of Iupiter:Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowresDiffusest hony drops, refreshing showres,And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowneMy boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy QueeneSummond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene?
Ir.A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,And some donation freely to estateOn the bles'd Louers.
Cer.Tell me heauenly Bowe,If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know,Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plotThe meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got,Her, and her blind-Boyes scandald company,I haue forsworne.
Ir.Of her societieBe not afraid: I met her deitieCutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her SonDoue drawn with her: here thought they to haue doneSome wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,Whose vowes are, that no bed-right shall be paidTill Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine,Marses hot Minion is returnd againe,Her waspish headed sonne, has broke his arrowes,Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows,And be a Boy right out.
Cer.Highest Queene of State,Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate.
Iu.How do's my bounteous sister? goe with meTo blesse this twaine, that they may prosperous be.They sing.And honourd in their Issue.
Iu. Honor, ricbes, marriage, blessing,Long continuance, and encreasing,Hourely ioyes, be still vpon you,
Iuno
