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Vines with clust’ring bunches growing;
Plants with goodly burthen bowing;
Spring come to you at the farthest
In the very end of harvest! [115]

Scarcity and want shall shun you;
Ceres’ blessing so is on you.

FERDINAND
This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold

To think these spirits?

PROSPERO

Spirits, which by mine Art [120]
I have from their confines call’d to enact
My present fancies.

FERDINAND
Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder’d father and a wise

Make this place Paradise.
Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment.

PROSPERO
Sweet, now, silence!
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; [125]

There’s something else to do: hush, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marr’d.

IRIS
You nymphs, call’d Naiads, of the windring brooks,
With your sedg’d crowns and ever-harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land [130]

Answer your summons; Juno does command:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.

Enter certain Nymphs.