I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'erstunk their feet.

Pro.

This was well done, my bird;

Thy shape invisible retain thou still :

The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves.

Ari. I go, I go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost: And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, Even to roaring.—

Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Come, hang them on this line.

PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet.

Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not

Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.

Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you,— Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to

Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly:

All's hush'd as midnight yet.

Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.

Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.

Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.

Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet. See'st thou here,

This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter. Do that good mischief, which may make this island

Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.

Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee !

Cal. Let it alone, thou fool: it is but trash. Trin. O ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery :-O king Stephano!

Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.

Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do

you mean,

To dote thus on such luggage? Let's along
And do the murder first: if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ;

Make us strange stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.

Trin. Do, do we steal by line and level, an't like your grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that jest: here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country. Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.

Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,

And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villanous low.

Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.

Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A noise of Hunters heard.

Enter divers Spirits, in

shape of hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver!

Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!

[CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO are driven out.

Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them,

Than pard or cat o' mountain.

Ari.

Hark, they roar.

Pro. Let them be hunted soundly. At this

hour

Lie at my mercy all mine enemies :
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air of freedom: for a little,
Follow, and do me service.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-Before the Cell of Prospero.

Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes; and ARIel.

Prospero.

OW 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 sixth hour; at which time, my

lord,

You said our work should cease.

Pro.

I did say so,

When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and's followers?

Ari. Confined together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir, In the line-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, Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly Him that you term'd, sir, 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.

Dost thou think so, spirit?

Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.

Pro.
And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck 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 sole 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, sir. [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 demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose
pastime

Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid
(Weak masters though ye be) Í have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous

winds,

And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault