Hip. looking in. Yonder he comes wiith glaring eyes, fly ! fly ! before he
Dor. Muft we part fo foon ?
Hip. Y'are a loft women if you fee him.
Dor. I would not willingly be lost, for fear you
Should not find me.
I'l avoid him. [Exit Dorinda.
Hip. She fain would have deceived me, but I knew her
Sifter muft be fair, for fhe's a Woman ;
All of a kind that I have feen are like to one
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Another : all the Creatures of the Rivers and
The Woods are fo. [Enter Ferdinand.
Ferd. O ! well encotmter'd you are the happy man !
Y'have got the hearts of both the beauteous Women.
Hip. How ! Sir ? pray, are you fure on't ?
Ferd. One of 'em charg'd me to love you for her fake.
Hip. Then I muft have her.
Ferd. No, not till I am dead.
Hip. How dead? what's that? but whatfoe'r it be,
I long to have her.
Ferd. Time and my grief may make me die.
Hip. But for a friend you fhould make hafte.; I ne'r ask'd
Anything of you before
Ferd. I fee your ignorance;
And therefore will inftruct you in my meaning.
The Woman, whom I love, faw you, and lov'd you.
Now, Sir, if you love her, you'l caufe my death.
Hip. Be fure I'l do it then.
Ferd. But) I am your friend;
And I requeft you that you would not love her.
Hip. When friends requeft unreafonable things,
Sure th' are to be deny'd : you fay fhe's fair,
And I must love all who are fair ; for to tell
You a fecret, Sir, which I have lately found
Within my feilf ; they're all made for me.
Ferd. That's but a fond conceit : you are made for one
And one for you.
Hip. You cannot tell me, Sir,
I know I'm made for twenty hundred Women.
(I mean if there fo many be i' th' world)
So that if once I fee her, I fhall love her.
Ferd. Then do not fee her.
Hip. Yes, Sir, I muft fee her.
For I wou'd fain have my heart beat again,
Tuft as it did when I firft faw her Sifter.
Ferd. I find I muft not let you fee her then.
Hip. How will you hinder me?
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Ferd. By force of Arms.
Hip. By force of Arms ?
My Arms perhaps may be as ftrong as yours.
Ferd. He's ftill fo ignorant that I pity him, and fain
Would avoid force : pray do not fee her, fhe was
Mine firft ; you have no right to her.
Hip. I have not yet consider'd what is right, but, Sir,
I know my inclinations are to love all Women :
And I have been taught, that to diffemble what I
Think, is bafe. In honour then of truth, I muft
Declare that I do love, and I will fee your Woman.
Ferd. Wou'd you be willing I fhould fee and love your
Woman, and endeavour to feduce her from that
Affection which fhe vow'd to you ?
Hip. I wou'd not you fhould do it, but if fhe fhould
Love you beft, I cannot hinder her.
But, Sir, for fear fhe fhou'd, I will provide againft
The worft, and try to get your Woman.
Ferd. But I pretend no claim at all to yours ;
Befides you are more beautiful than I,
And fitter to allure unpractis'd hearts.
Therefore I once more beg you will not fee her.
Hip. I'm glad you let me know I have fuch beauty,
If that will get me Women, they fhall have it
As far as e'r 'twill go : Fl never want 'em.
Ferd. Then fince you have refus'd this adt of friendship,
Provide your felf a fword, for we muft fight.
Hip. A Sword, what's that?
Ferd. Why fuch a thing as this.
Hip. What fhould I do with it?
Ferd. You muft ftand thus, and pufh againft me,
While I pufh at you, till one of us fall dead.
Hip. This is brave fport;
But we have no Swords growing in our world.
Ferd. What fhall we do then to decide our quarrel ?
Hip- We'l take the Sword by turns, and fight with it.
Ferd. Strange ignorance ! you muft defend your life,
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And fo muft I : but fince you have no Sward,
Take this ; for in a corner of my Cave [ Gives him his sword.
I found a rufty one ; perhaps 'twas his who keeps
Me Pris'ner here : that I will fit :
When next we meet, prepare your felf to fight.
Hip. Make haft then, this fhall ne'r be yours agen.
I mean to fight with all the men I meet, and
When they are dead, their Women fhall be mine.
Ferd. I fee you are unfkilful ; I defire not to take
Your life, but, if you pleafe, we'l fight on
Thefe conditions ; He who firft draws blood,
Or who can take the others Weapon from him,
Shall be acknowledg'd as the Conquerour,
And both the women fhall be his.
And ev'ry day Fl fight for two more with you.
Ferd. But win thefe firft.
Hip. I'l warrant you Fl push you. [Exeunt feverally.
SCENE II. The Wild If land.
Enter Trincalo, Caliban, Sycorax.
Calib- My Lord, I fee 'em coming yonder.
Trine. Whom ?
Calib. The ftarv'd Prince, and his two thirfty Subjeds,
That would have our Liquor.
Trine. If thou wert a Monfter of parts, I would make thee
My Mafter of Ceremonies, to conduct 'em in.
The Devil take all Dunces, thou haft loft a brave
Employment by not being a Linguift, and for want
Syc. My Lord, fhall I go meet 'em ? I'll be kind to all of 'em,
Juft as I am to thee.
Trine. No, that's againft the fundamental Laws of my Dukedom : you
are in a high place, Spoufe, and muft give good Example. Here they come,
we'll put on the gravity of Statesmen, and be very dull, that we may be held
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Enter Stephano, Ventofo, Muftacho.
Vent. Duke Trincalo, we have confider'd.
Trine. Peace or War ?
Muft. Peace, and the Butt.
Steph- I come now as a private perfon, and promife to live peaceably un-
der your Government.
Trine. You fhall enjoy the benefits of Peace; and the firft fruits of it,
amongft all Civil Nations, is to be drunk for joy : Caliban, fkink about.
Steph. I long to have a Rowfe to her Graces health, and to the Haunfe
in Kelder, or rather Haddock in K elder, for I guefs it will be half Fifh. [Aside
Trine. SubjecT; Stephano, here's to thee; and let old quarrels be drown'd
in this draught. [Drinks.
Steph. Great Magiftrate, here's thy Sifter's health to thee.
[Drinks to Caliban.
Syc. He fhall not drink of that immortal Liquor,
My Lord, let him drink Water.
Trine. O Sweet-heart, you muft not fhame your felf to day.
Gentlemen Subjects, pray bear with her good Hufwifry:
She wants a little breeding, but fhe's hearty.
Muft. Ventofo, here's to thee. Is it not better to pierce the Butt, than to
quarrel and pierce one another's bellies ?
Vent. Let it come, Boy.
Trine. Now wou'd I lay greatness afide, and fhake my heels, if I had but
Calib. O my Lord ! my Mother left us in her Will a hundred Spirits to at-
tend us, Devils of all forts, fome great roaring
Devils, and fome little finging Sprights.
Sye. Shall we call ? and thou fhalt hear them in the air.
Trine. I accept the motion : let us have our Mother-in-law's
Calib fings. We zvant Mufick, we want Mirth,
Up, Dam, and cleave the Earth:
We have now no Lords that wrong us,
Send thy merry fprights among us.
Trine. What a merry Tyrant am I, to have my
Mufick, and pay nothing for't?
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[A Table rifes, and four Spirits with Wine and Meat enter, placing
it, as they dance, on the Tables The Dance ended, the Bottles vanish,
and the Table finks a gen.
Vent. The Bottle's drunk.
Must- Then the Bottle's a weak 1 hallow fellow, if it be drunk fir ft.
Trine. Stephano, give me thy hand,
Thou haft been a Rebel, but here's to thee: [Drinks.
Prithee why fhould we quarrel ? fhall I f wear
Two Oaths ? By Bottle, and by Butt I love thee :
In witnefs whereof I drink foundly.
Steph. Your Grace fhall find there's no love loft,
For I will pledge you foundly.
Trine. Thou haft been a falfe Rebel, but that's all one ;
Pledge my Grace faithfully.
Go to the Butt, and tell me how it founds :
Peer Stephano, doft thou love me?
Steph. I love your Grace, and all your Princely Family.
Trine. 'Tis no matter if thou lov'ft mie ; hang my Family.
Thou art my friend, prithee tell mie what
Thou think'ft of my Princefs ?
Steph. I look on her, as on a very noble Princefs.
Trine. Noble? indeed fhe had a Witch to her Mother, and the Witches
are of great Families in Lapland, but the Devil was her Father, and I have
heard of the Mounfor De Viles in France; but look on her beauty, is fhe a
fit wife for Duke Trincalo? mark her behaviour too, fhee's tipling yonder
with the Serving-men.
Steph. An't pleafe your Grace, fhe's fomewhat homely, but that's no
blemifh in a Princefs. She is virtuous.
Trine- Umph ! virtuous ! I am loth to difparage her ;
But thou art my friend, canf t thou be clof e ?
Steph. As a ftopt bottle, an't pleafe your Grace.
[Enter Caliban agen with a bottle.
Trine. Why then I'll tell thee, I found her an hour ago under an Elder-
tree, upon a fweet Bed of Nettles, finging Tory, Rory, and Ranthum, Scan-
thum, with her own Natural Brother.
Steph. O Jew ! make love in her own Tribe ?
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Trine. But 'tis no matter, to tell thee true, I marri'd her to be a great
man, and fo forth : but make no words on't, for I care not who knows it, and
fo here's to thee agen, give me the Bottle, Caliban! did you knock the Butt?
how does it found?
Calib- It founds as though it had a noife within.
Trine. I fear the Butt begins to rattle in the throat and is departing, give
me the Bottle. [Drinks.
Muft. A fhort life and a merry, I fay. [Steph. whispers Sycorax.
Syc. But did he tell you fo ?
Steph. He faid you were as ugly as your Mother, and that he Marri'd
you onely to get poffeffion of the Ifland.
Syc. My Mothers Devils fetch him for't.
Steph. And your Father's too, hem! fkink about his Graces health agen.
O if you will but caft an eye of pity upon me
Syc. I will caft two eyes of pity on thee, I love thee more than Haws, or
Black-berries, I have a hoard of Wildings in the Mofs, my Brother knows
not of 'em ; but I'll bring thee where they are.
Steph. Trincalo was but my Man when time was.
Syc. Wert thou his God, and didft thou give him Liquor?
Steph. I gave him Brandy, and drunk Sack my felf ; wilt thou leave him,
and thou fhalt be my Princefs ?
Syc. If thou canft make me glad with this Liquor.
Steph. I'll warrant thee we'll ride into the Countrey where it grows.
Syc. How wilt thou carry me thither ?
Steph. Upon a Hackney-Devil of thy Mothers.
Trine. What's that you will do? hah! I hope you have not betray 'd me?
how does my Pigs nye? [To Sycorax.
Syc. Be gone ! thou fhalt not be my Lord, thou fay'ft
Trine. Did you tell her fo — hah ! he's a Rogue, do not believe him, Chuck.
Steph. The foul words were yours : I will not eat 'em for you.
Trine. I fee if once a Rebel, then ever a Rebel. Did I receive thee into
Grace for this ? I will correcl thee with my Royal Hand. [Strikes Stephano.
Syc. Doft thou hurt my Love? [Flies at Trincalo.
Trine. Where are our Guards ? Treafon ! Treafon !
[Vent. Muft. Calib. run betwixt.
Vent. Who took up Arms firft, the Prince or the people ?
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Trine. This falfe Traitor has corrupted the Wife of my bofom.
[Whispers Muftacho hastily.
Mustacho, ftrike on my fide, and thou fhalt be my Vice-Roy.
Muft. I'm againft Rebels ! Ventofo, obey your Vice-Roy.
Vent. You a Vice- Roy ? [They two tight off from the reft.
Steph. Hah ! Hector Monfter ! do you ftand neuter ?
Calib. Thou would'ft drink my Liquor, I will not help thee.
Syc. 'Twas his doing that I had fuch a Husband, but I'll claw him.
[Syc. and Calib. fight, Syc beating him off the ftage-
Trine. The whole Nation is up in arms, and fhall I ftand idle?
[Trincalo beats off Stephano to the door. Exit Stephano.
I'l not purfue too far,
For fear the Enemy fhould rally agen, and furprife my Butt in the Cittadel ;
well, I muft be rid of my Lady Trincalo, fhe will be in the fafhion elfe ; firft
Cuckold her Husband, and then fue for a feparation, to get Alimony. [Exit.
SCENE III. The Cyprefs-trees and Cave.
Enter Ferdinand, Hippolyto, (with their swords drawn.)
Ferd. Come, Sir, our Cave affords no choice of place,
But the ground's firm and even : are you ready?
Hip. As ready as your felf, Sir.
Ferd. You remember on what conditions we muft fight ?
Who firft receives a wound is to fubmit.
Hip. Come, come, this lofes time ; now for the
Women, Sir. [They fight a little, Ferdinand hurts him.
Ferd- Sir, you are wounded.
Ferd. Believe your bloud.
Hip. I feel no hurt, no matter for my bloud.
Ferd. Remember our Conditions.
Hip. I'll not leave, till my Sword hits you too.
[Hip. prefses on, Ferd, retires and wards.
Ferd. I'm loth to kill you, you are unskilful, Sir.
Hip. You beat afide my Sword, but let it come as near
As yours, and you fhall fee my fkill.
Ferd. You faint for lofs of bloud, I fee you ftagger,
Pray, Sir, retire.
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Hip. No! I will ne'r go back
Methinks the Cave turns round, I cannot find
Ferd. Your eyes begin to dazle.
Hip. Why do you fwim fo, and dance about me ?
Stand but ftill till I have made one thruft.
[Hippolyto thrufts and falls.
Ferd. O help, help, help !
Unhappy man ! what have I done ?
Hip. I'm going to a cold fleep, but when I wake,
I'll fight agen. Pray ftay for me. Swounds.
Ferd. He's gone ! he's gone ! O ftay, fweet lovely Youth !
Help ! Help ! Enter Profpero.
Prof p. What difmal noife is that?
Ferd. O fee, Sir, fee !
What mi f chief my unhappy hand has wrought.
Prof p. Alas ! how much in vain doth feeble Art endeavour
To refift the will of Heaven? [Rubs Hippolyto.
He's gone for ever ; O thou cruel Son of an
Inhumane Father ! all my defigns are ruin'd
And unravell'd by this blow.
No pleafure now is left me but revenge.
Ferd. Sir, if you knew my innocence
Prof p. Peace, peace,
Can thy excufes give me bac' his life ?
What Ariel? fluggifh Spirit, where art thou? [Enter Ariel.
Ariel. Here, at thy beck, my Lord.
Prof p. I, now thou com'ft, when Fate is paft and not to be
RecalFd. Look there, and glut the malice of
Thy nature, for as thou art thy felf, thou
Canft not but be glad to fee young Virtue
Nipt i'th' Bloffom.
Ariel. My Lord, the Being high above can witnefs
I am not glad ; we Airy Spirits are not of a temper
So malicious as the Earthy,
But of a Nature more approaching good.
For which we meet in fwarms, and often combat
Betwixt the Confines of the Air and Earth.
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Prof p. Why did'ft thou not prevent, at leaft foretel,
This fatal action then?
Ariel. Pardon, great Sir,
I meant to do it, but I was forbidden
By the ill 1 Genius of Hippolyto,
Who came and threaten'd me, if I difclos 'dit,
To bind me in the bottom of the Sea,
Far from the light fome Regions of the Air,
(My Native fields) above a hundred years.
Prof p. I'll chain thee in the North for thy neglect;
Within the burning bowels of Mount Heila;
I'll finge thy airy wings with fulph'rous flames,
And choak thy tender noftrils with blew fmoak,
At ev'ry Hick-up of the belching Mountain,
Thou fhalt be lifted up to tafte frefh air,
And then fall down agen.
Ariel. Pardon, dread Lord.
Prof p. No more of pardon than juft Heav'n intends thee
Shalt thou e'r find from me : hence ! fly with fpeed,
Unbind the Charms which hold this Murtherer's
Father, and bring him, with my Brother, ftreight
Aiel. Mercy, my potent Lord, and I'll outfly thy thought.
Ferd. O Heavens ! what words are thofe I heard ?
Yet cannot fee who fpoke 'em : fure the Woman
Whom I lov'd was like this, fome aiery Vifion.
Profp. No Murd'rer, fhe's, like thee, of mortal mould,
But much too pure to mix with thy black Crimes ;
Yet fhe had faults, and muft be punifh'd for 'em.
Miranda and Dorinda! where are ye?
The will of Heaven's accompli fh'd : I have
Now no more to fear, and nothing left to hope,
Now you may enter. [Enter Miranda and Dorinda.
Mir. My Love ! is it permitted me to fee you once agen ?
Profp. You come to look your laft ; I will
For ever take him from your eyes.
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But, on my bleffing, fpeak not, nor approach him.
Dor. Pray, Father, is not this my Sifter's Man?
He has a noble form ; but yet he's not fo excellent
As my Hippolyto.
Prof p. Alas, poor Girl, thou haft no Man : look yonder ;
There's all of him that's left.
Dor. Why, was there ever any more of him?
He lies afleep, Sir, fhall I waken him?
[She kneels by Hippolyto, and jogs him.
Ferd. Alas ! he's never to be wak'd agen.
Dor. My Love, my Love ! will you not fpeak to me ?
I fear you have displeas'd him, Sir, and now
He will not anf wer me, he's dumb and cold too ;
But I'll run ftreight, and make a fire to warm him.
[Exit Dorinda running.
Enter Alonzo, Gonzalo, Antonio. Ariel (invifible.)
Alonz. Never were Beafts fo hunted into Toils,
As we have been purfu'd by dreadful fhapes.
But is not that my Son? O Ferdinand I
If thou art not a Ghoft, let me embrace thee.
Ferd. My Father ! O finifter happinefs ! Is it
Decreed I fhould recover you alive, juft in that
Fatal hour when this brave Youth is loft in Death
And by my hand?
Ant. Heaven ! what new wonder's this ?
Gonz. This Ifle is full of nothing elfe.
Prof p. You ftare upon me as
You ne'r had feen me ; have fifteen years
So loft me to your knowledge, that you retain
No memory of Prof per of
Gonz. The good old Duke of Millain!
Prof p. I wonder lefs, that thou, Antonio, know'ft me not,
Becaufe thou didft long fince forget I was thy Brother,
Elfe I never had been here.
Ant. Shame choaks my words.
Alonz. And wonder mine.
Prof p. For you, ufurping Prince. [To Alonzo.
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Know, by my Art, you were fhipwrack'd on this I fie,
Where, after I a while had punifh'd you, my vengeance
Wou'd have ended, I defign'd to match that Son
Of yours, with this my Daughter.
Alonz. Purfue it ftill, I am moft willing to 't.
Prof p. So am not I. No marriages can prof per
Which are with Murderers made; Look on that Corps,
This, whilft he liv'd, was young Hipolyto, that
Infant Duke of Mantua, Sir, whom you expos'd
With me ; and here I bred him up, till that bloud-thirfty
Man, that Ferdinand
But why do I exclaim on him, when Juftice calls
To unfheath her Sword againft his guilt?
Alonz. What do you mean ?
Prof p. To execute Heaven's Laws.
Here I am plac'd by Heav'n, here I am Prince,
Though you have difpoffefs'd me of my Millain.
Bloud calls for bloud ; your Ferdinand fhall die,
And I, in bitternefs, have fent for you,
To have the fudden joy of feeing him alive,
And then the greater grief to fee him die.
Alonz. And think'ft thou I, or thefe will tamely ftand,
To view the Execution? [Lays hand upon his sword.
Ferd. Hold, dear Father ! I cannot fufifer you
T'attempt againft his life, who gave her being
Whom I love.
Prof p. Nay then appear my Guards 1 thought no more to Ufe their
aid; (I'm curs'd becaufe I us'd it)
[He f tamps and many spirits appear.
But they are now the Minifters of Heaven,
Whilft I revenge this Murder.
Alonz. Have I for this found thee, my Son, fo foon agen,
To lofe thee? Antonio, Gonzalo, fpeak for pity.
Ferd. to Mir- Adrieu, my faireft Miftris.
Mir. Now I can hold no longer ; I muft fpeak.
Though I am loth to difobey you, Sir,
Be not fo cruel' to the Man I love,
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Or be fo kind to let me fuffer with him.
Ferd. Recall that Pray'r, or I fhall wifh to live.
Though death be all the amends that I can make.
Prof p. This night I will allow you, Ferdinand, to fit
You for your death, that Cave's your Prifon.
Alonz. Ah, Profpero! hear me fpeak. You are a Father,
Look on my Age, and look upon his Youth.
Prof p. No more ! all you can fay is urg'd in vain,
I have no room for pity left within me.
Do you refufe? help, Ariel, with your Fellows
To drive 'em in; Alonzo and his Son beftow in
Yonder Cave, and here Gonsalo fhall with
Antonio lodge. [Spirits drive 'em in, as they are appointed.
Dor- Sir, I have made a fire, fhall be warm'd ?
Prof p. He's dead, and vital warmth will ne'r return.
Dor. Dead, Sir, what's that?
Prof p. His Soul has left has Body.
Dor. When will it come agin?
Prof p. O never, never !
He muft be laid in Earth, and there confume.
Dor. He fhall not lie in Earth, you do not know
How well he loves me : indeed he'l come agen ;
He told me he would go a little while,
But piromis'd me he would not tarry long.
Prof p. He's murder'd by the man who lov'd your Sifter.
Now both of you may fee what 'tis to break
A Father's Precept ; you would needs fee men, and by
That fight are made for ever wretched.
Hippolyto is dead, and Ferdinand muft die
For murdering him.
Mir. Have you no pity ?
Profp- Your difobedience has fo much incens'd me, that
I this night can leave no bleffing with you.
Help to convey the Body to my Couch,
Then leave me to mourn over it alone.
[They bear off the Body of Hippolyto.
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Enter Miranda and Dorinda again. Ariel behind 'em.
Ariel. I've been fo chid for my negled by Profpero.
That I muft now watch all, and be nnfeen.
Mir. Sifter, I fay agen, 'twas long of you
That all this mifchief happen'd.
Dor. Blame not me for your own fault, your
Curiofity brought me to fee the Man.
Mir. You fafely might have feen him, and retir'd, but
You wou'd needs go near him, and converfe, you may
Remember my Father call'd me thence, and I call'd you.
Dor. That was your envy, Sifter, not your love ;
You call'd me thence, becaufe you could not be
Alone with him your felf ; but I am fure my
Man had never gone to Heaven fo foon, but
That yours made him go. [Crying.
Mir. Sifter, I could not wifh that either of 'em fhou'd
Go to Heaven without us, but it was his fortune,
And you muft be satiffi'd?
Dor. I'll not be satiffi'd : my Father fays he'll make
Your Man as cold as mine is now, and when he
Is made cold, my Father will not let you ftrive
To make him warm agen.
Mir. In fpite of you mine never fhall be cold.
Dor. I'm fure 'twas he that made me miferable,
And I will be reveng'd. Perhaps you think 'tis
Nothing to lofe a Man.
Mir. Yes, but there is fome difference betwixt
My Ferdinand, and your Hippolyto.
Dor. I, there's your judgment. Your's is the oldeft
Man I ever faw, except it were my Father.
Mir. Sifter, no more. It is not comely in a Daughter,
When fhe fays her Father's old.
Dor. But why do I ftay here, whilft my cold Love
Perhaps may want me?
I'll pray my Father to make yours cold too.
Mir. Sifter, I'll never fleep with you agen.
Dor. I'll never more meet in a Bed with you,
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A£lus quintus: Scocna Prima.
Enter Profpero (in his Magicke robes) and Ariel.
Pro. Now do's my Proiect gather to a head :
My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obey, and Time
Goes vprig-ht with his carriage : how's the day ?
Ar. On the fixt hower, at which time, my Lord
You faid our worke fhould ceafe.
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But lodge on the ground, and watch my Love.
Mir. And at the entrance of that Cave I'll lie,
And eccho to each blaft of wind a figh.
[Exeunt feverally, looking dif contentedly on one another.
Ariel. Harfh difcord reigns throughout this fatal Isle,
At which good Angels mourn, ill fpirits fmile ;
Old Profpero by his Daughters robb'd of reft,
Has in difpleafure left 'em both unbleft.
Unkindly they abjure each others bed,
To fave the living, and revenge the dead.
Alonao and his Son are pris'ners made,
And good Gonzalo does their crimes upbraid.
Antonio and Gonzalo dif agree,
And wou'd, though in one Cave, at diftance be.
The Seamen all the curfed Wine have fpent,
Which ftill renew'd their thrift of Government ;
And wanting fubjects for the food of Pow'r,
Each wou'd to rule alone the reft devour.
The Monfters Sycorax and Caliban,
More monftrous grow by paffions learn'd from man.
Even I not fram'd of warning Elements,
Partake and fuffer in thefe difcontents.
Why fhou'd a Mortal by Enchantments hold
In Chains a Spirit of Aetherial mold?
Accurfed Magick we our felves have taught,