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Show - g " ~<fbe Tempej^X - k v^vT^didrfowork'emi From Eaves of Reeds, \om i ^feftforis That ifyou now beheld cm, >oai Would become tender. P^//>. Doft thou think fo, Spin. >1S. Mine would, Sir, ,w»reriihumane. prdi. And mine ftiall: • -1: f tne;r Affliaions, and (hall not 1 I •. • ,; j,. . Who as ftarply re .0.M" -» * g £ lt,.cM &ga%.»y fury I- * g1. The rarer aaion is^V ,« ;t*« ^ . Mufick comfort 'ejp. >;>/. Prefentlf Matter. Pwft. With a twinckle,,Jn*i. • /.Before you can fty cope ai5d:go, And breath twice, andcry:io;.</to. What is hecomc of mv Slave C,/;W, And Sjltaux his Sifter ? >/>/. Potent Sir ! ,.P,^1fed They have caft off your Service, and revolted To the wrack'd Mariners, who have already P-ircell'd your Ifland into Governments X No matter, I have now no need of em, But Spirit, now I ftay thee on the Wing , Hafte to perform what I have given m charg^. But fee they keep within the bounds I fU em. Ariel. I'll keep 'em in with Walls of Adamanr, Invifible as air to mortal Eyes, But yet unpayable. . [Exeunt feverally. Profp. Make haft then. /-«„--,irt y' £^er Alonzo, Antonio, Gonzalo. fin* 1 am wearv, and can go.no farther, Sir, M y old Bones ake, here's a Maze trod indeed^ Through Forth-rights and Meanders, by your Patience I needs muft reft. ' J J " m v rPif fe;7'd •J/««. Old Lord, 1 cannot blame thee, who am m y felt feiz d With a wearinefs to the dulling of m y Spirits : _j-^ .^ Sit and reft. ' , . . ' Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it no longer For m y Flatterers: he is drown'd w h o m thus we Stray to find, and the Sea mocks our fruftrate Search on Land : Well 1 let him go. Ant. D o not for one repulfe forego the purpofe Which you refolv'd t' effect. . ' . . Alonz. I'm faint with hunger, and muft defpair Of food, Heav'n hath incens'd the Seas and Shores againft us for our crimes. [Mufic Whatl Harmony again, m y good Friends, ljavk I Ant. I fear fome other horrid Apparition. Give us kind Keepers, Heaven I pefcech th Gonz. Tis chearful Mufick, this, .unlike the firft; And feems as 'twere meant t* unbend our cares, ind calm your troubled thoughts. Ariel invifible Sings. Dry thofe eyes which are o'rfiowing, All your fiorms are over Mowing: The Enchanted I/land. [Dance and vanifh. While you m this Ifle are bidinv, Tou fhall feafl without providing : Every dainty you can think of, Ev'ry Wine which you would drink of, Shall be yours ; all want jhall fhun you, Ceres Bleffing fo is on you. Alonz. This Voice fpeaks comfjprt to us. Ant. Wou'd 'twere come; there is no Mufick in a Song T o me, m y ftomach being empty. Gonz. O for a Heavenly Vifion of Boyl'd, Bak'd, and Roafted! Enter eight fat Spirits, with Cornu-Copia in their hands. Alonz. Are thefe plump fhapes fent to deride our hunger ? Gonz. N o , no: it is a Mafque of fatten'd Devils, the Burgo-Mafters of the lower Region. O for a Collop of that large-haunch'd Devil W h o went out laft! Ant. going to the door. M y Lord, the Duke, fee yonder. A Table, as I live, fet out and furnifht With all varieties of Meats and Fruits. Alonz. 'Tis fo indeed, but who dares taft this Feaft, Which Fiends provide, perhaps, to poyfon us ? Gonz. W h y that dare I; if the black Gentleman be fo ill-natur'd, he may do his pleafure. Ant. 'Tis certain we muft cither eat or famifh, I will encounter it, and feed. Alonz. If both refolve, I will adventure too. Gonz. Then good m y Lord, make hafte, And fay no Grace before if, I befeech you, Becaufe the meat will vanifh ftrait, if, as I fear, An evil Spirit be our Cook. [Exeunt. Enter Trincalo and Caliban. Trine. Brother Monfter, welcome to m y private Palace. But where's thy Sifter, is fhe fo brave a Lafs ? Calib. In all this Ifle there are but two more, the Daughters ofthe Tyrant jPro-fpero; and fhe is bigger than 'em both. O here fhe comes; now thou may'ft judge thy felf, m y Lord. [Enter Sycorax. Trine. She's monftrous fair indeed. Is this to be m y Spoufe ? Well, fhe's Heir of all this Ifle (for I will geld Monfter/ The Trincalo's, like other wife Men, have anciently us'd to Marry for Eftate more than for Beauty. Sycorax. I prithee let m e have the gay thing about thy Neck, and that which dangles at thy Wrift. [Sycorax points to his Bofen's Whijlle, and his Bottle. Trine. M y dear Blobber-lips; this, obferve m y Chuck, is a badge of m y Sea- Office ; m y fair Fufs, thou doft not know it. Syc. N o , m y dread Lord. Trine. It fhall be a Whiffle for our firft Babe, and when the next Shipwrack puts m e again to fwimming, I'll dive to get a Coral to it. Syc. I'll be thy pretty Child, and wear it firft. Trine. I prithee fweet Babby do not play the wanton, and cry for m y goods e'er I'm dead. W h e n thou art m y Widow, thou fhalt have the Devil and all. .. M a y I not have the other fine thing ? Trine. This is a Sucking-Bottle for young Trincalo. Calib. This is a God-A-Mighty Liquor, I did but drink thrice of it, and it hath made m e glad e'er fince. Syc. H e is the braveft God I ever faw. Calib. You muft be kind to him, and he will love you. I prithee fpeak to her, m y Lord, and come neererhcr. N Trine. By this light, I dare not till I have drank: I muft rtifie m y Stomach firft. Syc. I fhall have all his fine things when I'm a Widow. [Pointing to his Bottle, and Bofen V Whittle. Calib. I, but you muft be kind and kits him then. Trine. M y Brother Monfter is a rare Pimp. Syc. I'll hug thee in m y Arms, m y Brother's God. Il 2 Trine. |