Act four, Scene one, before Prospero's sell enter Prospero, Ferdinand and Miranda. If I have to 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 trials of thy love, and thou hast strangely stood the test here Afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. How 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. I do believe it against an oracle. Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition, worthily purchas'd take my daughter. But if thou dost break her virgin not 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, eight, disdain, and discord shall bestrew the union of your bed
with weeds so loathly that you shall hate it. Both. Therefore take heed as Hyman's lamps shall light you as I hope for quiet days, fairish you, and long life with such love as tis now. The murkiest den, the most importune place, the strongest suggestion, our worser genius can shall never melt mine honor 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
fairly spoke, Sit then and talk with her. She is thine own? What Ariel, my industrious servant, Ariel, enter Ariel, what would my potent master here? I am thou and thy meaner fellows. Your last service did worthily perform, and I must use you in such another trick. Go, bring the rabble or 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. Presently Hi, with a twink, 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 moe. Do you love me, master? No, dearly, my delicate aria, do not approach till thou didst hear me call, well, I conceive exit ariel, Look thou be true, Do not give dalliance too much the rain. The strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood. Be more abstemious, or else
good night your vow. I warrant you, sir, the white, cold virgin snow upon my heart abates the ardor of my liver. 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 ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leaves of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and peas, thy churfy mountains, where live nibbling
sheep and flat meads. Thatch'dwist over them, to keep thy banks with pined and twilled brims, which spongy april at thy best betrims, to make cold nymphs chaste crowns, and thy broom groves, whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves being last lorn, Thy pole clipped vineyard, and thy sea march sterile and rocky hard, where thou thyself dost e'er the Queen o the sky, whose watery 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 inane approach, rich series her to entertain inter series, Hail many colored messenger, that ne'er doth disobey, the wife of Jupiter, who, with thy saffron wings upon my flowers, diffuses honey drops refreshing showers, and with each end of thy blue bow does crown my busky acres and my
un shrub down rich scarf to my proud earth. Why hath thy queen summoned me hither to this short grass screen a contract of true love to celebrate, and some donation freely to estate on the blessed lovers, 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 diss my daughter God, her and her blind voice scandaled company. I have forsworn of her society.
Be not afraid I met her deity cutting the clouds toward Papos, and her son dove drawn with her here thought, they too have done some want and charm upon this man and maid, whose vows are that no bad rights shall be paid till Hymen's torch be lighted. But in vain mars 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, Highest Queen of state, Great Juno comes, I know her by her gait, Enter Juno, how does my bounty's sister go with me to bless this twain that they may prosperous, be and honored in their issue. They sing Otto, Rich's marriage, blessing, long continuance, sound increasing hourly joys be
still upon you. Juno sings her blessings on you. Earth's increase, boys in plenty, barns and garners, never empty vines and clustering branches, growing plants with goodly burthen bowing spring. Come to you at the farthest in the very end of harvest scarcity and want shall shun you. Serious blessing so is on you. This is a most majestic vision and harmonious Charmingly, may be bold to think these spirits, spirits which by mine art I have from their
confines called to enact my present fancies. Let me live here, ever so rare, a wondered father and a wife makes this place paradise. Juno and Siries whisper and send iris on employment. Sweet Now silence, Juno and Siries whisper seriously, there's something else to do. Hush and be mute, or else our spell is marred. You nymphs, call naiads of the windering brooks, with your sedged crowns and ever harmless looks, leave your crisp channels,
and on this green land answer your summons. Juno does command contemperate nymphs and help to celebrate a contract of true love. Be not too late, enter certain nymphs. You sunburnt sickleman of August, weary, come hither from the furrow and be merry. Mayliday, your rye straw hats put on, and these fresh nymphs encounter everyone 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. I had forgot that foul conspiracy of the beast Caliban and his confederates against my life. The minute of their plot is almost come to the spirits. Well done, avoid no more. This is strange.
Your father's in some passion that works him strongly, never till this day saw I am touched with anger, so distempered 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 vexed. 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 stowe my beating mind. We wish your peace excellent. Come with a thought, I thank the area. Come
enter aerion thy thoughts, I leave to what's thy pleasure spirit. We must prepare to meet with Caliban, I my commander. When I presented Cerys, I thought to have told THEE of it, but I feared lest I might anger THEE. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? I told you, sir. They were red hot with drinking, so full of valor 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 table, 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, prickling goss and thorns which entered their frail shins. At last I left them in the filthy, mantled pool beyond your cell. They're dancing up
to the chins that the foul lake or stunk their feet. 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. I go exit. Ariel, a devil, a born devil on whose nature and nurture can never stick, on whom my pains humanely take an 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
lodin with glistering apparel. Et c come hang them on this line. Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Intercaliban, Stefano and Trinculo, all wet. Pray you tread softly. But the blind mole may not hear a fall. We not one hear his cell. Monster, Your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the jack with us. Oh monster, I do smell all horse piss, at which my nose is
in great indignation, so is mine. Do you hear? Monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you thou wert but a lost monster? Good my Lord, give me thy favor still be patient for the prize. I'll bring thee too, shall hoodwink this mischance. Therefore speak softly, allshush does midnight. Yet ah, but the loser bottles in the pool. There is not only disgrace and dishonor in that monster, but an infinite loss that's more to me than my wedding. Yet this is your harmless fairy
monster. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be your ears for my labor. Prithee, my king, be quiet, seest thou here this is the mouse of the cell. No, noisen't enter do that good mischief which me make this island thine norm forever. And I thy caliban for I thy foot liquor give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts, Oh King Stephano, Oh Pierre, oh worthy, Stephano. Look what a wardrobe here is? For thee? Like it a lull, thou fool? It is but trash, Oh ho, monster, we know what belongs
to a frippery, Oh King Stephano. Put off that gown, drinky lo by this hand. I'll have that gown, Thy grace shall have it. The dropsy drown this fool. What do you mean to dalt thus on such luggage. Let's a lorn and do the murder first. If he awake from tortochronial fellow skins with pinches make us strange stuff. 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 jerk? Do do we still buy a line in the level? Ain't like your grace? I thank THEE for that jest. Here's a garment for it, which shall not go unrewarded. While I am king of this country. Steal by line and level is an excellent pass of paint. There's another garment for it. Monster, Come put some lime upon your fingers and away with the rest. Oh, we'll have nonalt. We shall lose our time. Lord, be turned to barnacles, or to apps with fourheads.
Villainous low monster, lay to your fingers. Help to bear this away where my hogs head of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom. Go to carry this, Oh, and this I am this a noise of hunter's heard inter diverse spirits in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about Prospero and Ariel, setting them on Hey mountain, Hey silver. There it goes silva, fury, fury there, tyrant there, Hark, hark, oh oh, Caliban, Stefano and Trincilo 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 catamountain Hark, they roar, Let them be hunted soundly at this hour. Lie at my mercy all mine enemies. Shortly, shall all my labors end, and thou shalt have the air at freedom for a little follow and do me service. End of Act four