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PROSP:
Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
Till thou dost hear me...
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PROSP:
Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
Till thou dost hear me call.
Now Ariel, come!
PROSP: (to Ferdinand)
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!
IRIS:
Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and peas;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep;
and thy broom-groves,
Whose shadow the dismissèd bachelor loves,
The Queen o'th'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 amain.
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain
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?
IRIS:
Of her society
Be not afraid. I met her deity.
Cutting the clouds towards Pathos 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. But play with sparrows
And be a boy right out.
CERES:
High'st 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.
JUNO:
Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno sings her blessings upon you.
Juno sings her blessings upon you.
Juno sings her blessings upon you.
Juno sings her blessings upon you.
CERES:
Earth's increase, foison plenty,
Barns and garners never empty,
Vines and 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.
Ceres' blessing so is on you
IRIS:
Juno does command.
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love.
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love. Be not too late.
Be not too late. Be not too late.
Be not too late.
PROSP:
[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. [to the spirits] Well done! Avoid;
no more!
PROSP: (to Ferdinand)
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.
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