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moonshine 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 ye be,--I
have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd
vault 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.
[Solem music]
[Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and
ANTONIO in like 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, 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
show 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 good Gonzalo! My true preserver, and a loyal sir 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, 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:--
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[Exit ARIEL]
I will discase 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.]
ARIEL Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the
bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on
the bough.
PROSPERO. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom;--so, so, so.-- To
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 prithee.
ARIEL. I drink the air before me, and return Or ere your pulse twice beat.
[Exit]
GONZALO. All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us Out
of this fearful country!
PROSPERO. 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.
ALONSO. Whe'er thou be'st he or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know:
thy pulse Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which, I
fear, a madness held me: this must crave,-- 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?
PROSPERO. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot Be measur'd or confin'd.
GONZALO. Whether this be Or be not, I'll not swear.
PROSPERO. You do yet taste Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things
certain.--Welcome, my friends all:-- [Aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO] But you, my brace of lords,
were I so minded, I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors: at this time I will
tell no tales.
SEBASTIAN. [Aside] The devil speaks in him.
PROSPERO. 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.
ALONSO. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation; How thou hast met us here, whom
three hours since Were wrack'd upon this shore; where I have lost,-- How sharp the point of this remembrance
is!-- My dear son Ferdinand.
PROSPERO. I am woe for't, sir.
ALONSO. Irreparable is the loss, and patience Says it is past her cure.
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