Page 1098 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Sour-ey’d disdain and discord shall bestrew [20]
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
As Hymen’s lamps shall light you.

FERDINAND
As I hope

For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
With such love as ’tis now, the murkiest den, [25]
The most opportune place, the strong’st suggestion

Our worser genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into lust, to take away
The edge of that day’s celebration
When I shall think, or Phoebus’ steeds are founder’d, [30]
Or Night kept chain’d below.

PROSPERO
Fairly spoke.
Sit, then, and talk with her, she is thine own.
What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!

Enter Ariel.

ARIEL
What would my potent master? here I am.

PROSPERO
Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service [35]
Did worthily perform; and I must use you
In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,

O’er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
Incite them to quick motion; for I must
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple [40]
Some vanity of my Art: it is my promise,
And they expect it from me.

ARIEL