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For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
Fairly spoke :
Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
.. Presently? · Pro. Ay, with a twink.
Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go,
Pro. Dearly, my delịcate Ariel : Do not approach,
Well I conceive. [Erit.
Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance
I warrant you, sir
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.
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate;
i Tell me, heavenly bow,
The means, that dusky Dis9 my daughter got,
Of her society
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.
Long continuance, and increasing, .
Juno sings her blessings on you.
Barns, and garners never empty;
Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Spirits, which by mine art
Let'me live here ever ;
So rare a wonder'da father, and a wife,
[Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on
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.