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ACT V. SCENE 1.

Before the Cell of Profpero.

Enter PROSPERO in his magick robes, and ARIEL.

Pro. Now does my project gather to a head:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
Ari. On the fixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You faid our work should ceafe.

Pro.

I did fay so,

When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,

How fares the king and his ?

Ari.

Confin'd together

In the fame fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them; all prisoners, fir,

In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge, till your release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of forrow, and dismay; but chiefly
Him you term'd, fir, The good old lord, Gonzalo;
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops

From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them,

That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pro.

Do'st thou think so, spirit?

And mine shall.

Ari. Mine would, fir, were I human.
Pro.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,

One

One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Paffion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ?
Though with their high wrongs I am ftruck to the quick,

Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury

Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,

The fole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,

And they shall be themselves.

Ari.

I'll fetch them, fir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moon-shine do the green-four ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the folemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide fun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green fea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art: But this rough magick I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly musick, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,

And

And, deeper than did ever plummet found,
I'll drown my book.

[Solemn musick.

Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a frantick gefture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: They all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO obferving, speaks.

A folemn air, and the best comforter
To an unfettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.-

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine,
Fall fellowly drops. The charm diffolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reafon.-O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal fir

To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;-
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse, and nature; who, with Sebastian,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,)
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding
Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,

That yet looks on me, or would know me:---Ariel,

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Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;
I will dif-cafe me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

[Exit ARIEL.

ARIEL re-enters, finging, and helps to attire PROSPERO.
Ari. Where the bee fucks, there fuck I;

In a cowflip's bell I lie :
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that bangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee;
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, fo.-
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art :
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;

And presently, I pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

[Exit ARIEL.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here; Some heavenly power guide us

Out of this fearful country!

Pro.

Behold, fir king,

The wronged duke of Milan, Profpero:

For more afsurance that a living prince

Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;

And to thee, and thy company, I bid

A hearty welcome.

Alon.

Or fome inchanted trifle to abuse me,

Whe'r thou beest he, or no,

Beats,

A's late I have been, I not know: thy pulse

I

Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, fince I saw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,

I fear, a madness held me: this must crave

(An if this be at all,) a most strange story.

Thy dukedom I resign; and do intreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs :-But how should Profpero

Be living, and be here ?

Pro.

First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot

Be measur'd, or confin'd.

Gon.

Or be not, I'll not swear.
Pro.

Whether this be,

You do yet taste

Some fubtilties o' the isle, that will not let you.
Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends all :

But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

[Afide to SEB. and ANT.

I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,

And justify you traitors; at this time

I'll tell no tales.

Seb. The devil speaks in him.
Pro.

No:

For you, most wicked fir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,

Thou must restore.

Alon.

If thou beeft Profpero,

Give us particulars of thy preservation :

How thou hast met us here, who three hours fince
Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have loft,
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!

My dear fon Ferdinand.

[Afide.

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