For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below. Pro. Fairly spoke : Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.- 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 the upon eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise, And they expect it from me. Ari. Pro. Ay, with a twink. Presently? 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, master? no. Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel : Do not approach, Till thou dost hear me call. Ari. Well I conceive. [Exit. 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! Fer. I warrant you, sir; The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart Pro. Well. Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary," Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.- A Masque. Enter IRIS. [Soft musick. 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, And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard, Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace, To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain; 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 On the bless'd lovers. Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know, Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, Highest queen of state, And be a boy right out. Cer. 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. SONG. Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Juno sings her blessings on you. Cer. Earth's increase, and foison1 plenty; Scarcity, and want, shall shun you; Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and 7 So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife, Pro. [JUNO and CERES whisper, and send IRIS on employment. Sweet now, silence : Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring brooks, With your sedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks, Enter certain Nymphs. You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish. Pro. [aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy 2 Able to produce such wonders. |