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Alón. I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last; no matter, since I feel
The bett is paft. Brother, my Lord the Duke,
Stand to, and do as we.

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

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ev'n with such like valour men hang and drown Their proper selves. You foois ! I and

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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.

Are

(For that's my business to you) that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero :.

-Are like invulnerable. If you could burt,
Your swords are now too mally for your strengths,
And will not be up-lifted. But remember,

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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

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I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet founded
And with him there lie mudded.

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Seb. But one fiend at a time,
I'll-fight their legions o’er.
Ant. I'll be thy second.

[Exeunt.
Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt,
Like poison giv'n to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you,
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly;
And hinder them from what this ecstasy
May now provoke them tvo.
Adri. Follow, I pray you.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.
SCENE, Profpero's Cell.
Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda,

PROSPER O.
IL
(F I have too aufterely punish'd you,

Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have giv’n you here a thread of mine own life ; (24),

- for I

Have giv’n you bere a third of my own life,] Thus all the im-
pressions in general; but why is the only a third of his own life?
He had no wife living, nor any other child, to rob her of a share in
his affection : So that we may reckon her at least balf of himself.
Nor could he intend, that he toy'd himself twice as much as he did
her; for he immediately subjoins, that it was Sbe for wbom be lived.
In Othello, when Iago alarms the Senator with the loss of his daughter,
he tells him,

Your heart is burst, you have lost balf your soul.
And dimidium animæ meæ is the current language on fuch occafions,
There is no room for doubt, but I have restor'd on the Poet his true
reading; and the thread of life is a phrase most frequent with bim,
So in K. Henry V.

And let not Bardolfe's vital tbread be cut

With edge of penay cord.
Henry VI.

had not churchmen pray'd,
his thread of life had not so coon decay'd.

2 Henry

Ot that, for which I live; whom once again
I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Haft ftrangely stood the test. Here, afore heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift ; O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off;
For thou shalt find,' she will ourstrip all.praise,
And make it halt behind her.

Fer. I believe it,
Against an oracle.

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
For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life,
With such love as ’tis now; the murkiert den,
The moft opportune place, the strong'it suggestion
Our worser Genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into luft ; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd,
Or night kept chain'd below.

Pro. Fairly spoke.
Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.
What, Ariel; my industrious servant, Ariel

Enter Ariel.
Ari. What would my potent master ? here I am.
2. Henry VI. Argo, their tbread of life is spun.
Othello.

I'm glad, thy father's dead;
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Shore his old thread in twain.

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Pro

Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
Did worthily perform ; and I must use you
Ih such another trick; go, bring the rabble,
O’er whom I give thee power, here to this place :
Incite them to quick motion, for I muft
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it is my promile,
And they expect it from me.

Ari. Presently?
Pro. Ay, with a twink.

Ari. Before you can fay, Come, and go,
And breathe twice; and cry, so, so ;
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mow.
Do you love me, master? no?

Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach, 'Till thou dost here me call. Ari. Well, I conceive.

[Exit.
Pro. Look, thou be true ; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein; the strangest oaths are straw
To th' fire i'th' blood : be more abstemious,
Or else, good-night, your vow!

Fer. I warrant you, Sir ;
The white, cold, 'virgin-snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.

Pro. Well.
Now come, my Ariel ; bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit ; appear, and pertly-
No tongue; all eyes; be silent.

(To Ferdinand

[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,

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