Original text Act IV, Scene I Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
Pro.
If I haue too austerely punish'd you,
Your compensation makes amends, for I
Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,
Or that for which I liue: who, once againe
I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore heauen
I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand,
Doe not smile at me, that I boast her of,
For thou shalt finde she will out-strip all praise
And make it halt, behinde her.
Fer.
I doe beleeue it
Against an Oracle.
Pro.
Then, as my guest, and thine owne acquisition
Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But
If thou do'st breake her Virgin-knot, before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy right, be ministred,
No sweet aspersion shall the heauens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barraine hate,
Sower-ey'd disdaine, and discord shall bestrew
The vnion of your bed, with weedes so loathly
That you shall hate it both: Therefore take heede,
As Hymens Lamps shall light you.
Fer.
As I hope
For quiet dayes, faire Issue, and long life,
With such loue, as 'tis now the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strongst suggestion,
Our worser Genius can, shall neuer melt
Mine honor into lust, to take away
The edge of that dayes celebration,
When I shall thinke, or Phobus Steeds are founderd,
Or Night kept chain'd below.
Pro.
Fairely spoke;
Sit then, and talke with her, she is thine owne;
What Ariell; my industrious seruãt Ariell.
Enter Ariell.
Ar.
What would my potent master? here I am.
Pro.
Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your last seruice
Did worthily performe: and I must vse you
In such another tricke: goe bring the rabble
(Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place:
Incite them to quicke motion, for I must
Bestow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promise,
And they expect it from me.
Ar.
Presently?
Pro.
I: with a twincke.
Ar.
Before you can say come, and goe,
And breathe twice; and cry, so, so:
Each one tripping on his Toe,
Will be here with mop, and mowe.
Doe you loue me Master? no?
Pro.
Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach
Till thou do'st heare me call.
Ar
Well: I conceiue.
Exit.
Pro.
Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance
Too much the raigne: the strongest oathes, are straw
To th' fire ith' blood: be more abstenious,
Or else good night your vow.
Fer.
I warrant you, Sir,
The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart
Abates the ardour of my Liuer.
Pro.
Well.
Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary,
Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly.
No tongue: all eyes: be silent.
Soft musick. Enter Iris.
Ir.
Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas
Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;
Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,
And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:
Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims
Which spungie Aprill, at thy hest betrims;
To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; & thy broome-groues;
Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues,
Being lasse-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard,
And thy Sea-marge stirrile, and rockey-hard,
Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,
Whose watry Arch, and messenger, am I.
Bids thee leaue these, & with her soueraigne grace,
Here on this grasse-plot, in this very place
To come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine:
Iuno descends.
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.
Enter Ceres.
Cer.
Haile, many-coloured Messenger, that nere
Do'st disobey the wife of Iup iter:
Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowres
Diffusest hony drops, refreshing showres,
And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne
My boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,
Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene
Summond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene?
Ir.
A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,
And some donation freely to estate
On the bles'd Louers.
Cer.
Tell me heauenly Bowe,
If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know,
Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plot
The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got,
Her, and her blind-Boyes scandald company,
I haue forsworne.
Ir.
Of her societie
Be not afraid: I met her deitie
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son
Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to haue done
Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,
Whose vowes are, that no bed-right shall be paid
Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine,
Marses hot Minion is returnd againe,
Her waspish headed sonne, has broke his arrowes,
Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows,
And be a Boy right out.
Cer.
Highest Queene of State,
Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate
Iu.
How do's my bounteous sister? goe with me
To blesse this twaine, that they may prosperous be,
And honourd in their Issue.
They sing.
Iu.
Honor, riches, marriage, blessing,
Long continuance, and encreasing,
Hourely ioyes, be still vpon you,
Iuno sings her blessings on you.
Earths increase, foyzon plentie,
Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty.
Vines, with clustring bunches growing,
Plants, with goodly burthen bowing:
Spring come to you at the farthest,
In the very end of Haruest.
Scarcity and want shall shun you,
Ceres blessing so is on you.
Fer.
This is a most maiesticke vision, and
Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold
To thinke these spirits?
Pro.
Spirits, which by mine Art
I haue from their confines call'd to enact
My present fancies.
Fer.
Let me liue here euer,
So rare a wondred Father, and a wise
Makes this place Paradise. Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously,
Iuno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment.
Pro.
Sweet now, silence:
There's something else to doe: hush, and be mute
Or else our spell is mar'd.
Iris.
You Nimphs cald Nayades of y windring brooks,
With your sedg'd crownes, and euer-harmelesse lookes,
Leaue your crispe channels, and on this green-Land
Answere your summons, Iuno do's command.
Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate
A Contract of true Loue: be not too late.
Enter Certaine Nimphes.
You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of August weary,
Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,
Make holly day: your Rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery one
In Country footing.
Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne
with the Nimphes, in a gracefull dance, towards the end
whereof, Prospero starts sodainly and speakes, after
which to a strange hollow and confused noyse, they
heauily vanish.
Pro.
I had forgot that foule conspiracy
Of the beast Calliban, and his confederates
Against my life: the minute of their plot
Is almost come: Well done, auoid: no more.
Fer.
This is strange: your fathers in some passion
That workes him strongly.
Mir.
Neuer till this day
Saw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper'd.
Pro.
You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd sort,
As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir,
Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors,
(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,
And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision
The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,
The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolue,
And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded
Leaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffe
As dreames are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext,
Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled:
Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie,
If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,
And there repose, a turne or two, Ile walke
To still my beating minde.
Fer. Mir.
We wish your peace.
Exit.
Pro.
Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come.
Enter Ariell.
Ar.
Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleasure?
Pro.
Spirit:
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ar.
I my Commander, when I presented Ceres
I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd
Least I might anger thee.
Pro.
Say again, where didst thou leaue these varlots?
Ar.
I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking,
So full of valour, that they smote the ayre
For breathing in their faces: beate the ground
For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending
Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor,
At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,
Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their noses
As they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their eares
That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briars, sharpe firzes, pricking gosse, & thorns,
Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them
I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,
There dancing vp to th' chins, that the fowle Lake
Ore-stunck their feet.
Pro.
This was well done (my bird)
Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still:
The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hither
For stale to catch these theeues.
Ar.
I go, I goe.
Exit.
Pro.
A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whose nature
Nurture can neuer sticke: on whom my paines
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost,
And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,
So his minde cankers: I will plague them all,
Euen to roaring:
Enter Ariell, loaden with glistering apparell, &c.
Come, hang on them this line.
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet
Cal.
Pray you tread softly, that the blinde Mole may not
heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell.
St.
Monster, your Fairy, w you say is a harmles
Fairy, / Has done little better then plaid the Iacke
with vs.
Trin.
Monster, I do smell all horse-pisse, at which
My nose is in great indignation.
Ste.
So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I
should / Take a displeasure against you: Looke you.
Trin.
Thou wert but a lost Monster.
Cal.
Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour stil,
Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too
Shall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly,
All's husht as midnight yet.
Trin.
I, but to loose our bottles in the Poole.
Ste.
There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in
that / Monster, but an infinite losse.
Tr.
That's more to me then my wetting: / Yet this
is your harmlesse Fairy, Monster.
Ste.
I will fetch off my bottle, / Though I be o're
eares for my labour.
Cal.
Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. Seest thou heere
This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noise, and enter:
Do that good mischeefe, which may make this Island
Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban
For aye thy foot-licker.
Ste.
Giue me thy hand, I do begin to haue bloody
thoughts.
Trin.
O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy
Stephano, / Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee.
Cal.
Let it alone thou foole, it is but trash.
Tri.
Oh, ho, Monster: wee know what belongs to a
frippery, O King Stephano.
Ste.
Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand
Ile haue that gowne.
Tri.
Thy grace shall haue it.
Cal.
The dropsie drowne this foole, what doe you meane
To doate thus on such luggage? let's alone
And doe the murther first: if he awake,
From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches,
Make vs strange stuffe.
Ste.
Be you quiet (Monster) Mistris line, is not
this my Ierkin? how is the Ierkin vnder the line: now
Ierkin you are like to lose your haire, & proue a bald
Ierkin.
Trin.
Doe, doe; we steale by lyne and leuell, and't like
your grace.
Ste.
I thank thee for that iest; heer's a garment
for't: / Wit shall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of
this / Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent
passe of pate: there's another garment for't.
Tri.
Monster, come put some Lime vpon your
fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal.
I will haue none on't: we shall loose our time,
And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes
With foreheads villanous low.
Ste.
Monster, lay to your fingers: helpe to beare
this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or Ile turne you
out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this.
Tri.
And this.
Ste.
I, and this.
A noyse of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in shape
of Dogs and Hounds, hunting them about: Prospero and
Ariel setting them on.
Pro.
Hey Mountaine, hey.
Ari.
Siluer: there it goes, Siluer.
Pro.
Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke,
harke.
Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts
With dry Convultions, shorten vp their sinewes
With aged Cramps, & more pinch-spotted make them,
Then Pard, or Cat o' Mountaine.
Ari.
Harke, they rore.
Pro.
Let them be hunted soundly: At this houre
Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little
Follow, and doe me seruice.
Exeunt.
| Modern text Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda
PROSPERO
If I have too austerely punished you,
Your compensation makes amends, for I
Have given you here a third of mine own life,
Or that for which I live; who once again
I tender to thy hand. All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test. Here, afore heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.
FERDINAND
I do believe it
Against an oracle.
PROSPERO
Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition
Worthily purchased, take my daughter; but
If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be ministered,
No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
That you shall hate it both. Therefore take heed,
As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
FERDINAND
As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worser genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into lust, to take away
The edge of that day's celebration
When I shall think or Phoebus' steeds are foundered
Or Night kept chained below.
PROSPERO
Fairly spoke.
Sit then and talk with her: she is thine own.
What, Ariel! My industrious servant, Ariel!
Enter Ariel
ARIEL
What would my potent master? Here I am.
PROSPERO
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 upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art. It is my promise,
And they expect it from me.
ARIEL
Presently?
PROSPERO
Ay, with a twink.
ARIEL
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 mow.
Do you love me, master? No?
PROSPERO
Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
Till thou dost hear me call.
ARIEL
Well, I conceive.
Exit
PROSPERO
Look thou be true. Do not give dalliance
Too much the rein. The strongest oaths are straw
To th' fire i'th' blood. Be more abstemious,
Or else, good night your vow.
FERDINAND
I warrant you, sir,
The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.
PROSPERO
Well.
Now come, my Ariel! Bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit. Appear, and pertly.
No tongue! All eyes! Be silent.
Soft music. Enter Iris
IRIS
Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Which spongy 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, sterile and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air – the queen o'th' sky,
Whose wat'ry 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.
Juno descends
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Enter Ceres
CERES
Hail, many-coloured messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers;
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky acres and my unshrubbed down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth. Why hath thy queen
Summoned me hither to this short-grassed green?
IRIS
A contract of true love to celebrate,
And some donation freely to estate
On the blest lovers.
CERES
Tell me, heavenly bow,
If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot
The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
Her and her blind boy's scandalled company
I have forsworn.
IRIS
Of her society
Be not afraid. I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son
Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain.
Mars's hot minion is returned again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,
And be a boy right out.
CERES
Highest queen of state,
Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.
JUNO
How does my bounteous sister? Go with me
To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,
And honoured in their issue.
They sing
JUNO
Honour, riches, marriage blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno sings her blessings on you.
CERES
Earth's increase, foison plenty,
Barns and garners never empty,
Vines with clust'ring bunches growing,
Plants with goodly burden bowing;
Spring come to you at the farthest
In the very end of harvest.
Scarcity and want shall shun you,
Ceres' blessing so is on you.
FERDINAND
This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold
To think these spirits?
PROSPERO
Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines called to enact
My present fancies.
FERDINAND
Let me live here ever!
So rare a wondered father and a wise
Makes this place Paradise.
Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment
PROSPERO
Sweet, now, silence!
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously.
There's something else to do. Hush and be mute,
Or else our spell is marred.
IRIS
You nymphs, called Naiades, of the windring brooks,
With your sedged 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 sunburned sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry.
Make holiday; 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; after
which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they
heavily vanish
PROSPERO
(aside)
I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
Against my life. The minute of their plot
Is almost come. – Well done! Avoid! No more!
FERDINAND
This is strange. Your father's in some passion
That works him strongly.
MIRANDA
Never till this day
Saw I him touched with anger so distempered.
PROSPERO
You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vext.
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.
Be not disturbed with my infirmity.
If you be pleased, retire into my cell
And there repose. A turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.
FERDINAND and MIRANDA
We wish your peace.
Exeunt Ferdinand and Miranda
PROSPERO
Come with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel. Come!
Enter Ariel
ARIEL
Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?
PROSPERO
Spirit,
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
ARIEL
Ay, my commander. When I presented Ceres,
I thought to have told thee of it, but I feared
Lest I might anger thee.
PROSPERO
Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
ARIEL
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking.
So full of valour that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces, beat the ground
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unbacked colts, they pricked their ears,
Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses
As they smelt music. So I charmed their ears
That calf-like they my lowing followed, through
Toothed briars, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which entered their frail shins. At last I left them
I'th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake
O'erstunk their feet.
PROSPERO
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.
ARIEL
I go, I go!
Exit
PROSPERO
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.
Enter Ariel, loaden with glistering apparel, etc.
Come, hang them on this line.
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet
CALIBAN
Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall. We now are near his cell.
STEPHANO
Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless
fairy, has done little better than played the Jack
with us.
TRINCULO
Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which
my nose is in great indignation.
STEPHANO
So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I
should take a displeasure against you, look you –
TRINCULO
Thou wert but a lost monster.
CALIBAN
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 hushed as midnight yet.
TRINCULO
Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool –
STEPHANO
There is not only disgrace and dishonour in
that, monster, but an infinite loss.
TRINCULO
That's more to me than my wetting. Yet this
is your harmless fairy, monster.
STEPHANO
I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er
ears for my labour.
CALIBAN
Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,
This is the mouth o'th' 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.
STEPHANO
Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody
thoughts.
TRINCULO
O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy
Stephano, look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
CALIBAN
Let it alone, thou fool! It is but trash.
TRINCULO
O ho, monster! We know what belongs to a
frippery. O King Stephano!
STEPHANO
Put off that gown, Trinculo. By this hand,
I'll have that gown!
TRINCULO
Thy grace shall have it.
CALIBAN
The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean
To dote thus on such luggage? Let't alone,
And do the murder first. If he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.
STEPHANO
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.
TRINCULO
Do, do! We steal by line and level, an't like
your grace.
STEPHANO
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.
TRINCULO
Monster, come put some lime upon your
fingers, and away with the rest.
CALIBAN
I will have none on't. We shall lose our time,
And all be turned to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villainous low.
STEPHANO
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!
TRINCULO
And this.
STEPHANO
Ay, and this.
A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits in shape
of dogs and hounds, hunting them about, Prospero and
Ariel setting them on
PROSPERO
Hey, Mountain, hey!
ARIEL
Silver! There it goes, Silver!
PROSPERO
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.
ARIEL
Hark, they roar!
PROSPERO
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 at freedom. For a little
Follow, and do me service.
Exeunt
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