Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Honour, riches, marriage, blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys, be still upon you, Iuno sings her blessings on you. Earth's increase, foyzon plenty, Barnes, and Garners, never empty. Vines, with clustering bunches growing, Plants, wtth goodly burden bowing: Spring come to you at the farthest, In the very end of Harvest. Scarcity and want shall shun you, Ceres' blessing so is on you. This is a most majestic vision, and Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold To think these spirits? Spirits, which by mine Art I have from their confines called to enact My present fancies. Let me live here ever, So rare a wondered Father, and a wise Makes this place Paradise. Sweet now, silence: Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously, There's something else to do: hush, and be mute Or else our spell is marred. You Nymphs called Naiads of the windering brooks, With your sedg'd crowns, and ever-harmelesse looks, Leave your crisp channels, and on this greene-Land Answer your summons, Iuno does command. Come temperate Nymphs, and help to celebrate A Contract of true Love: be not too late. You Sunburned Sicklemen of August weary, Come hither from the furrow, and be merry, Make holly day: your Rye-straw hats put on, And these fresh Nymphs encounter every one In Country footing. I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Calliban, and his confederates Against my life: the minute of their plot Is almost come: Well done, avoid: no more. This is strange: your fathers in some passion That works him strongly. Never till this day Saw I him touched with anger, so distempered. You do look (my son) in a moved sort, As if you were dismayed: 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 baselesse fabric of this vision The Clowd-capt 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 behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep: Sir, I am vexed, Bear with my weakness, my old brain is troubled: Be not disturbed 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. We wish your peace. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come. Thy thoughts I cleave to, what's thy pleasure? Spirit: We must prepare to meet with Caliban. I my Commander, when I presented Ceres I thought to have told thee of it, but I feared Lest I might anger thee. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
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Honor, riches, marriage, bleſſing, Long continuance, and encreaſing, Hourely ioyes, be ſtill vpon you, Iuno ſings her bleſſings on you. Earths increaſe, foyzon plentie, Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty. Vines, with cluſtring bunches growing, Plants, wtth goodly burthen bowing: Spring come to you at the fartheſt, In the very end of Harueſt. Scarcity and want ſhall ſhun you, Ceres bleſſing ſo is on you. This is a moſt maieſticke viſion, and Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold To thinke theſe ſpirits? Spirits, which by mine Art I haue from their confines call'd to enact My preſent fancies. Let me liue here euer, So rare a wondred Father, and a wiſe Makes this place Paradiſe. Sweet now, ſilence: Iuno and Ceres whiſper ſeriouſly, There's ſomething elſe to doe: huſh, and be mute Or elſe our ſpell is mar'd. You Nimphs cald Nayades of ye windring brooks, With your ſedg'd crownes, and euer-harmeleſſe lookes, Leaue your criſpe channels, and on this greene-Land Anſwere your ſummons▪ Iuno do's command. Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate A Contract of true Loue: be not too late. You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of Auguſt weary, Come hether from the furrow, and be merry, Make holly day: your Rye-ſtraw hats put on, And theſe freſh Nimphes encounter euery one In Country footing. I had forgot that foule conſpiracy Of the beaſt Calliban, and his confederates Againſt my life: the minute of their plot Is almoſt come: Well done, auoid: no more. This is ſtrange: your fathers in ſome paſſion That workes him ſtrongly. Neuer till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger, ſo diſtemper'd. You doe looke (my ſon) in a mou'd ſort, As if you were diſmaid: be cheerefull Sir, Our Reuels now are ended: Theſe our actors, (As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre, And like the baſeleſſe fabricke of this viſion The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces, The ſolemne Temples, the great Globe it ſelfe, Yea, all which it inherit, ſhall diſſolue, And like this inſubſtantiall Pageant faded Leaue not a racke behinde: we are ſuch ſtuffe As dreames are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a ſleepe: Sir, I am vext, Beare with my weakeneſſe, my old braine is troubled: Be not diſturb'd with my infirmitie, If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell, And there repoſe, a turne or two, Ile walke To ſtill my beating minde. We wiſh your peace. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come. Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleaſure? Spirit: We muſt prepare to meet with Caliban. I my Commander, when I preſented Ceres I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd Leaſt I might anger thee. Say again, where didſt thou leaue theſe varlots?