The Tempest: Act 4, Scene 1
1 If I have too austerely punish'd you,
2 Your compensation makes amends, for I
3 Have given you here a third of mine own life,
4 Or that for which I live; who once again
5 I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
6 Were but my trials of thy love and thou
7 Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven,
8 I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
9 Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
10 For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise
11 And make it halt behind her.
13 Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition
14 Worthily purchased take my daughter: but
15 If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
16 All sanctimonious ceremonies may
17 With full and holy rite be minister'd,
18 No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
19 To make this contract grow: but barren hate,
20 Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew
21 The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
22 That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
23 As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
23 As I hope
24 For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
25 With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,
26 The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion.
27 Our worser genius can, shall never melt
28 Mine honour into lust, to take away
29 The edge of that day's celebration
30 When I shall think: or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd,
31 Or Night kept chain'd below.
35 Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
36 Did worthily perform; and I must use you
37 In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
38 O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
39 Incite them to quick motion; for I must
40 Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
41 Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
42 And they expect it from me.
** Enter IRIS.
60 Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
61 Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;
62 Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
63 And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
64 Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
65 Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
66 To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom -groves,
67 Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
68 Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard;
69 And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
70 Where thou thyself dost air;the queen o' the sky,
71 Whose watery arch and messenger am I,
72 Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
73 Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
74 To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:
75 Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
** Enter CERES.
76 Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
77 Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
78 Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers
79 Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,
80 And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
81 My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,
82 Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
83 Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?
86 Tell me, heavenly bow,
87 If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
88 Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot
89 The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
90 Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
91 I have forsworn.
91 Of her society
92 Be not afraid: I met her deity
93 Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son
94 Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
95 Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
96 Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
97 Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but vain;
98 Mars's hot minion is returned again;
99 Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
100 Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows
101 And be a boy right out.
110 Earth's increase, foison plenty,
111 Barns and garners never empty,
112 Vines and clustering bunches growing,
113 Plants with goodly burthen bowing;
114 Spring come to you at the farthest
115 In the very end of harvest!
116 Scarcity and want shall shun you;
117 Ceres' blessing so is on you.
128 You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,
129 With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
130 Leave your crisp channels and on this green land
131 Answer your summons; Juno does command:
132 Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
133 A contract of true love; be not too late.
134 You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
135 Come hither from the furrow and be merry:
136 Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on
137 And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
138 In country footing.
*** they heavily vanish.
142 Well done! avoid; no more!
146 You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort,
147 As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
148 Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
149 As I foretold you, were all spirits and
150 Are melted into air, into thin air:
151 And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
152 The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
153 The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
154 Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
155 And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
156 Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
157 As dreams are made on, and our little life
158 Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
159 Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.
160 Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
161 If you be pleased, retire into my cell
162 And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
163 To still my beating mind.
164 Come with a thought.
164 I thank thee.
164 Ariel: come.
171 I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
172 So full of valor that they smote the air
173 For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
174 For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
175 Towards their project. Then I beat my tabour;
176 At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
177 Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses
178 As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears
179 That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through
180 Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,
181 Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them
182 I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,
183 There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
184 O'erstunk their feet.
188 A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
189 Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
190 Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
191 And as with age his body uglier grows,
192 So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
193 Even to roaring.
193 Come, hang them on this line.
215 Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,
216 This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.
217 Do that good mischief which may make this island
218 Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
219 For aye thy foot-licker.
230 The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean
231 To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone
232 And do the murder first: if he awake,
233 From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,
234 Make us strange stuff.
241 I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't:
242 wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this
243 country. 'Steal by line and level' is an excellent
244 pass of pate; there's another garment for't.
262 Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
263 Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
264 Shortly shall all my labors end, and thou
265 Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
266 Follow, and do me service.