Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves tirols Wedge

And ye, that on the sands with printless footil
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that
By moon-shine 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 you be 5) I have be-dimm'd
The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault G
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; op'd and let them forth,
By my so potent art: But this rough magic
I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly music (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, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.
[Solemn music.

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

A solemn air, and the best comforter

To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, ina

This speech is in some measure borrowed from Medea's, in Ovid; the expressions are, many of them in the old translation by Golding. But the exquisite fairy imagery is Shakspeare's own. That is, ye are powerful auxiliaries, but weak if left to yourselves. Your employments are of the trivial nature before mentioned.

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 dissolves 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 reason.— O my good Gonzalo,bal!
My true preserver, and a loyal sirutul
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, 60
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,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

samostrare

[Exit ARIEL.
I will dis-case me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

ARIEL re-enters, singing and helps to attire
PROSPERO.

Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell 1 lie:

There I couch when owls do cry.

6 So in Mids. Night's Dream

"Lovers' and madmen have such seething brains."

Remorse is pity, tenderness of heart; nature is natural affection.

On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily:

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the boughs. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, soTo 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, sir king,
The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero:

For more assurance 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.
Whe'r9 thou beest he, or
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

no,

As late I have been, I not know thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me: this must cray
(An if this be at all) a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should
Prospero

Be living, and be here?

This was the received opinion: so in Fairfax's Tasso, B. iv. St. 18.

"The goblins, fairies, fiends, and furies mad,
Ranged in flowrie dales, and mountaincs hore,
And under every trembling leaf they sit."

9 Whether.

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.

Whether this be,

Pro. You do yet tastes Some subtilties 10 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, [Aside 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.
Pro.

The devil speaks in him. [Aside.

No:

For you, most wicked sir, 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 beest Prospero,

Give us particulars of thy preservation:

How thou hast met us here, who three hours since 11
Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost
(How sharp the point of this remembrance is!)
My dear son Ferdinand.sk

Pro.
I am woe 12 for't, sir.
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience
Says, it is past her cure.

Pro.
I rather think,
You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace,
For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.

10 Subtilties are quaint deceptive inventions; the word is common to ancient cookery, in which a disguised or ornamented dish is so termed.

11 The unity of time is most rigidly observed in this piece. The fable scarcely takes up a greater number of hours than arc employed in the representation. Mr. Steevens thinks that Shakspeare purposely designed to show the cavillers of the time, that he too could write a play within all the strictest laws of regularity. 12 I am sorry for it.

Alon. Mak

You the like loss?

Pro. As great to me, as late; and portable 13 To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter.

Alon.

A daughter?

O heavens! that they were diring both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish

Myself were mudded in that oozy bed

Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?

Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire,

That they devour their reason; and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke

Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,

To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,

Not a relation for a breakfast, nor

Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom, since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.

The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers
FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.

Fer.

I would not for the world.

13 Bearable.

No, my dearest love,