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

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.

Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
Did worthily perform ; and I must use you
In 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 must
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise,
And they expect it from me.

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

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

Pro. Dearly, my delịcate Ariel : Do not approach,
Till thou dost hear me call.

Well I conceive. [Erit.

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

I warrant you, sir
The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.

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

A Masque. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease ; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims, Which spungy April at thy hest? betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom

groves, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn ; thy pole-clipt vineyard ; And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost'air : The queen o' the sky, Whose watery arch, and messenger, am I, Bids thee leave these ; and with her sovereign grace, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport : her peacocks fly amain ; Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.


6 Surplus.


7 Command.


Enter CERES.
Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter ;
Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers :
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky: acres, and my unshrubb'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth ; Why hath thy queen
Summon’d me hither, to this short-grass'd green?

Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate;
And some donation freely to estate
On the bless'd lovers.

i Tell me, heavenly bow,
If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know,
Do now attend the queen ? since they did plot

The means, that dusky Dis9 my daughter got,
Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
I have forsworn.

Of her society
Be not afraid : I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos ; and her son
Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-rite shall be paid
Till Hymen's torch be lighted : but in vain;
Mars's hot minion is return'd again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,

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And be a boy right out.

- Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.

Enter Juno. Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me, To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, And honour'd in their issue.

Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,

Long continuance, and increasing, .
Hourly joys be still upon you !

Juno sings her blessings on you.
Cer. Earth's increase, and foison' plenty;

Barns, and garners never empty;
Vines, with clusťring bunches growing ;
Plants, with goodly burden bowing ;
Spring come to you, at the farthest,
In the very end of harvest !
Scarcity, and want, shall shun you;

Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly: May I be bold
To think these spirits ?

Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines call’d to enact
My present fancies.

Let'me live here ever ;

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So rare a wonder'da father, and a wife,
Make this place Paradise.

[Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on

employment. Pro.

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. Iris. You nymphs, callid Naiads, of the wand'ring

brooks, With your sedg'd 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 sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow, and be merry; Make holy-day: 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 ; afa ter which, to a strange, hollow, and confused nvise, they heavily vanish. . Pro. [aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy

2 Able to produce such wonders.

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