ove, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise
And make it halt behind her.

_Ferd._ I do believe it
Against an oracle.

_Pros._ Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition
Worthily purchased, take my daughter, thou.
Sit, then, and talk with her; she is thine own.--
What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!

_Enter ARIEL._

_Ari._ What would my potent master? Here I am.

_Pros._ Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
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
Some vanity[437-1] of mine art: it is my promise,
And they expect it from me.

_Ari._ Presently?

_Pros._ Ay, with a twink.[437-2]

_Ari._ Before you can say _Come_ and _Go_,
And breathe twice, and cry _So, so_.
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop[437-3] and mow.[437-4]
Do you love me, master?--no? [_Exit._

_Pros._ Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,[437-5]
Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly![437-6]
No tongue; all eyes; be silent.

[_Soft music._

_Enter IRIS._[437-7]

_Iris._ Ceres,[437-8] most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatch'd with stover,[438-9] them to keep;
Thy banks with peoned[438-10] and twilled[438-11] brims,
Which spongy[438-12] April at thy best betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns;[438-13] and thy brown groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn;[438-14] thy pole-clipt vineyard;[438-15]
And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air;--the Queen o' the Sky,[438-16]
Whose watery arch[438-17] and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign Grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport. Her peacocks[438-18] fly amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

_En