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Alón. I will stand to, and feed,
Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy, clans
bis. wings upon the table, and with a queint device the banquet vanishes.
fri. You are three men of fin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't) the never-furfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this Island (23) Where man doth not inbabit, you ’mongst men Being most unfit to live.. I have made
ev'n with such like valour men hang and drown Their proper selves. You foois ! I and
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 ftabs Kill the still closing waters, as diminish One down that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
I do irtend, this year, of Jubilee coming on, on travel.: And (becaufe I will nit altogetber go upon expence,) I am determin'd to put furtb fome dive thousand found, to be paid me five for one, upon the return of myself my wife, and my dog, from ibe Turk's Court in Constantinople. If all
, or either of us miscarry in the journey, 'tis gore ; if we be successful, wby, there will be five and twenty thousard pounds to entertain time witbal.
If this was to be the return of the Knight's venture ; 'tis obrious, he put out his money on five for one. Ben to heighten the ridicule of these projecting voyagers, makes Puntarvelo's wife averse to accompany him ; and so he is forc'd to put out his venture on the return of himself, his dog, and his cat. Let me conclude with observing on the different conduct of the two poets. Shakespeare (perhaps, out of a particular deference for Sir W. Raleigh) only sneers these adventurous voyagers obliquely, and, as it were, en passant: The furly Ben, who would be tied up by no such scrupulous regards, dresses up the fashion in the most glaring colours of comic bumour ; or, rather, brings down his satire to the level of farcical ridicule.
(23) Harb caus'd to belcb you up ;) Thus, the whole set of editions ; but 'tis obvious to every reader, that the Grammar's faulty; and Therefore I have cur'd it by throwing out you.
(For that's my business to you) that you three
-Are like invulnerable. If you could burt,
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 seas 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, Thah 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 hearts forrow, And a clear life ensuing. He vanishes in thunder : then, to soft mufic, Enter the
frapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carrying out the table.
Pro. Bravely the figure of this harpy halt thou Perform’d, my Ariel; a grace it had devouring: of my instruction haft thou nothing bared, In what thou hadît to say: so with good life, And observation strange, my meaner minifters 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 fuppofe is drown'd) And his and my lov'd darling [Exit Prospero from above.
Gon. I'th' name of something holy, Sir, why fand you In this ftrange ftare?
Alon. O, it is monitrous ! monstrous ! Methoughts, the billows fpoke, and told me of it; The winds did fing 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 son i'th' ooze is bedded ; and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet founded
Your compensation makes amends; for I
- for I
Have giv’n you bere a third of my own life,] Thus all the im-
Your heart is burst, you have lost balf your soul.
And let not Bardolfe's vital tbread be cut
With edge of penay cord.
had not churchmen pray'd,
Ot that, for which I live; whom once again
Fer. I believe it,
Pro. Then as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter. But If thou doit break her virgin-knot, before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet afperfions fhall the heav'ns let fall To make this contract grow: but barren hate, Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord Mall beftrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly, That you
shall hate it boih: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
Fer. As I hope
Pro. Fairly spoke.
I'm glad, thy father's dead;
Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
Ari. Before you can fay, Come, and go,
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach, 'Till thou dost here me call. Ari. Well, I conceive.
Fer. I warrant you, Sir ;
[Soft Music. A MAS QUE Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, moft bounteous Lady, thy rich leas Cf wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibling sheep, And flat meads tha ch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with pioned, and tulip'd brims, Which spungy April at thy hest betrims, [groves, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broomWhose shadow the dismissed batchelor lover,