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Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe,
Ant. I'll believe both:
And what does elfe want credit, come to me,
Gon. If in Naples
I fhould report this now, would they believe me?
Pro. Honeft lord,
Thou haft faid well; for fome of you there prefent Are worse than devils.
Alon. I cannot too much mufe,
Such fhapes, fuch gefture, and fuch found, expreffing (Although they want the ufe of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb difcourfe.
Pro. Praife, in departing.
Fran. They vanish'd ftrangely.
They've left their viands behind; for we have ftomachs.
Alon. Not I.
Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear. When we were Who would believe, that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapt like bulls, whofe throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of flesh, or that there were fuch men, Whofe heads ftood in their breasts? which now we find, Each putter out on five for one will bring us 2
2 This paffage alluding to a forgotten cuftom is very abfcure; elfe how could he give this acthe putter out must be a traveller,
Good warrant of.
Alon. I will ftand to and feed,
Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy, claps his wings upon the table, feems to feize upon the dishes, and with a quaint device the banquet vanishes.
Ari. You are three men of fin, whom destiny,
One down that's in my plume: my fellow-minifters
count? the frue for one is money
laftrated this paffage by a quotation from Johnson.
Againft your peace. Thee of thy fon, Alonfo,
You and your ways; whose wrath to guard you from,
He vanishes in thunder: then to foft mufick. Enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carrying out the table.
Prov. Bravely the figure of this harpy haft thou Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: Of my inftruction haft thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadft to fay; fo with good life, 4 And obfervation ftrange, my meaner minifters Their feveral kinds have done. My high charms work, And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they are in my power; And in thefe fits I leave them, while I vifit Young Ferdinand, whom they fuppofe is drown'd, And his and my lov'd darling.
[Exit Profpero from above. Gon. I'th' name of fomething holy, Sir, why ftand In this ftrange ftare? [you
Alon. O, it is monftrous! monftrous ! Methought, the billows fpoke, and told me of it; The winds did fing it to me; and the thunder,
3 clear life.] Pure, blamelefs, innocent.
with good life.] This feems a corruption. I know not in what fenfe life can here be ufed, unless for alacrity, livelinefs, vigour, and in this fenfe the expreffion is harth. Perhapa we may read,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
Seb. But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.
Gon. All three of them are defperate; their great guilt, Like poifon giv'n to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the fpirits. I do befeech you That are of fuppler joints, follow them swiftly; And hinder them from what this ecftafie May now provoke them to.
Adri. Follow, I pray you,
A C T IV. SCENE I.
Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
F I have too aufterely punish'd you,
5bafs my trefpafs.] The deep pipe told it me in a rough bafs found.
6 Thus all the Impreffions in general; but why is She only a Third of his own Life He had no wife living, nor any other Child, to rob her of a Share in his Affection: So that we may reckon her at least half of him
felf. Nor could he intend, that
Your heart is burst, you have lot
Or that for which I live; whom once again
Do not fmile at me, that I boaft her off;
Fer. I believe it,
Against an oracle.
Pro. Then as my gift, and thine own acquifition Worthily purchas'd, take my Daughter. But If thou doit break her virgin-knot, before All fanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy Rite be minister'd, No sweet afperfions fhall the heav'ns let fall To make this contract grow: but barren hate, Sour-ey'd difdain, and difcord fhall beftrew The union of your bed with weeds fo loathly, That you fhall hate it both: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps fhall light you.
Fer. As I hope
For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life,
With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkiest den,
Mine honour into luft; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,