ing else to do: hush, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marr'd.

_Iris._ You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the winding brooks,
With your sedge crowns and ever-harmless looks,
Leave your crisp[442-33] channels, and on this green land
Answer our summons; Juno does command:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.--

_Enter certain_ Nymphs.

You sun-burn'd sicklemen,[442-34] of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry:
Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.

_Enter certain _Reapers,_ properly habited: they join with the _Nymphs_
in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts
suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and
confused noise, they heavily vanish._

_Pros._ [_Aside._] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
Against my life: the minute of their plot
Is almost come.--[_To the_ Spirits.] Well done; avoid;[443-35] no more!

_Ferd._ This is most strange: your father's in some passion
That works him strongly.

_Mira._ Never till this day
Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.

_Pros._ You do, my son, look in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack[443-36] behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on,[443-37] and our little life
Is rounded[443-38] with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled:
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
If you be pleased, retire into my cell,
And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.

_Ferd._ }
_Mira._ } We wish you peace.

_Pros._ [_To ARIEL._] Come with a thought!--
I thank ye.[444-39] [_Exeunt FERD. and MIRA._]--Ariel, come!

_Re-enter ARIEL._

_Ari._ Thy thoughts I cleave to: what's thy pleasure?

_Pros._ Spirit,
We