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Show ^ ' ThTmpeft: Or, 5. From Inch fmall Errours, left at firft unheeded, Have often fprung fid accidents in Love: But fee our Fathers and our Friends arecome T o mix their joys witli our, ^ ^ ^ ^ 4K'« M- Let ic no morC be fought of, your purpofe Though it wasTevere was ,uff. In lofing Ferdinand luVonllhu'cmourn'd, but could not have complain d. 1 frit Sir, I am glad kind Heaven decree'd it otherwife. Dor. O wonder! H o w many goodly Creatures are there here. H o w beauteous mankind is! H/>. 0 brave new World that has fuch People in t. Alon. to Ferd. N o w all the bleffings of a glad Father mpafc thee about, . c thee happy in thy beauteous choice •&. I've inward wept, or fhould have fpoke e re this. )k down fweet Heav'n, and on tins Couple drop A bldTed Crown, for it is vou chalk'd out the 9 W a y which brought us hither Though Penitence fore'd by neceffity can fcarce Seem real, yet deareft Brother I have hope Blood may plead for pardon with you, I refign Dominion, which 'tis true I could not keep, But Heaven knows too I would not. S. All paft crimes I bury in the joy of this Bleffedday. . . n. ,. Alonz. And that I may not be behind in juftice, to this Young Prince I render back his Dukedom, s the Duke of Mantua thus falutc him. Hip. What is it that you render back, methinks You give m e nothing. Prolp. You are to be Lord of a great People, And o're Towns and Cities, Hiv. And fhall thefe Pvople be all M e n and W o m e n ? id fhall call you Lord. Hip. W h y then I'le live no longer in a Prifon, but Have a whole Cave to m y felf hereafter. Profp. And that your happinefs may be complete, I give vou m y Dorinda for your Wife, fhe fhall :rs for ever, when the Prieft has made you one. .'•/•• H o w fhill he make us one, fhall I grow to her ? Profp. By faying holy words you fhall be joyn'd in marriage To ther. Do-. 1 warrant you thofe holy words are charms. M\ means to conjure us together. 1 triel told me, when laft night you quarrel'd, ter. S You faid you would for ever part your Beds, But ou threateif\t in your anger, Heaven s turn'd to Prophecy. For you, Miranda, muft with Ferdinand, Dorinda, with Hippolito lye in reaftcr. \nd Heaven make thofe Beds ftill fruitful in Producing Children to blefs their Parents Youth, and Grandfires age. Mir. to Dm, If Children come by lying in a Bed, I wonder you id I had none between us. Dor. Sifter it was our fault, w e meant like fools 1 o look 'em in the fields, and they it feems Are only found in Beds. Hip. 1 a m o'rejoy'd that I fhall have Dorinda id a bed, Well The Enchanted Ifland. We'll lye all night and day together there, And never rife again. Perd. afide to hm. Hippolito ! you are ignorant of your great Happinefs, but there is fomewhat which for Your o w n and fair Dorinda's fake I muft inftruct You in. Hip. Pray teach m e quickly how M e n and W o m e n in your World make love, I fhall foon learn I warrant you. Enter Ariel driving in Steph. Trine. Muft. Vent. Calib. Syc. Profp. W h y that's m y dainty Ariel, I fhall mifs thee, But vet thou fhalt have freedom. Gonz. O look, Sir, look the Mafter and the Say lors The Bofen too my Prophecy is out, that if A Gallows were on land, that M a n could ne'er Be drown'd. Alonz. to Trine. N o w Blafphemy, what not one Oath afhore? Haft thou no mouth by land ? why ftar'ft tkou fo ? Trine What more Dukes yet, I muft refign m y Dukedom, But 'tis no matter, I was almoft ftarv'din't. Muft. Here's notlmg but wild Sallads, without Oyl or Vinegar. Steph. The Duke and Prince alive ! would I had now our gallant Ship agen, and were her Matter^'d willingly give all m y Ifland for her. Vent. And I m y Vice-Roy-fhip. Trine. I fhall need no Hangman, for I fhall e'en hang M y felf, n o w m y Friend Butt has fhed his Laft drop of Life. Poor Butt is quite departed. Ant. They talk like M a d Men. Profp. N o matter, time will bring 'em to themfelves, and N o w their Wine is gone they will not quarrel. Your Ship is fafe and tight, and bravely rigg'd, As when you firft fet Sail. Alonz. This news is wonderful. Artel. W a s it well done, m y Lord ? Profp. Rarely, m y diligence. Gonz. But pray, Sir, what are thofe mifhapen Creatures? Profp. Their Mother wras a Witch; and one fo ftrong She would control the Moon, make Flows And Ebbs, and deal in her C o m m a n d without Her Power. Syc. O Setebos ! thefe be brave Sprights indeed. Profp. to Calib. Go Sirrah to m y Cell, and as you hope for Pardon, trim it up. Calib. Moft carefully. I will be wife hereafter. W h a t a dull Fool was I to take thofe Drunkards For Gods, when fuch as thefe were in the World? Profp. Sir, I invite your Highnefs and your Train T o m y poor Cave this night; a part of which I will imploy in telling you m y ftory. Alonz. N o doubt it muft be ftrangely taking, Sir. Profp? W h e n the Morn dawns I'll bring you to your Ship, And promife you calm Seas and happy Gales. M y Ariel, that's thy charge : then to the Elements Be free, and fare thee well. Ariel. I'll do it Mafter. Sings. Where the Bee fucks there fuck I, In a Cowflips Bell, I lye, There 1 couch when Owls do cry, On the Swallows Wing I fiye After Summer merrily. Merrily, merrily fhall 1 live now Under the Bloffom that hangs on the Bough. Syc. I'll to Sea with thee, and keep thee warm in thy Cabin. Trine N o m v dainty Dy-dapper, you have a tender Conftitution, and will be ' M m 2 fick |
