The tempest : a comedy . , as my gift, and thine own acquisitionWorthily purchased, take my daughter: but 78 ACT FOUR THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE If thou dost break her virgin-knot beforeAll sanctimonious ceremonies mayWith full and holy rite be ministerd,No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fallTo make this contract grow; but barren hate,Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrewThe union of your bed with weeds so loathlyThat you shall hate it both: therefore take Hymens lamps shall light you. Ferdinand. As I hope For quiet days, fair issue and long such love as tis now, the
The tempest : a comedy . , as my gift, and thine own acquisitionWorthily purchased, take my daughter: but 78 ACT FOUR THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE If thou dost break her virgin-knot beforeAll sanctimonious ceremonies mayWith full and holy rite be ministerd,No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fallTo make this contract grow; but barren hate,Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrewThe union of your bed with weeds so loathlyThat you shall hate it both: therefore take Hymens lamps shall light you. Ferdinand. As I hope For quiet days, fair issue and long such love as tis now, the murkiest den,The most opportune place, the strongst suggestionOur worser genius can, shall never meltMine honour into lust, to take awayThe edge of that days celebrationWhen I shall think, or Phoebus steeds are founderd,Or Night kept chaind below. Prospero. Fairly spoke. Sit, then, and talk with her; she is thine , Ariel ? my industrious servant, Ariel! [Enter Artel.]Artel. What would my potent master? here I 79 ACT FOUR THE TEMPEST scene one Prospero. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you In such another trick. Go bring the rabble, Oer 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 of mine art: it is my promise, And they expect it from Presently? Prospero. Ay, with a twink. Ariel. 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 and you love me, master? no?Prospero. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach Till thou dost hear me Well, I conceive. [Exit. Prospero. Look thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i the blood: be more abstemious. Or else, good night your vow!Ferdinand. I warrant you, sir; The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my
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