ACT I. SCENE
THE ENCHANTED ISLAND: BEFORE THE CELL OF PROSPERO.
PROSPERO AND MIRANDA. ENTER ARIEL.
Ariel. NOT a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks
of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming
brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire, with me
: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring (then
like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd;
cried, " Hell is empty, And all the devils are
Painted by George Romney. Engraved by Benjamin
PROSPERO, FERDINAND, MIRANDA; A MASK EXHIBITING, IRIS,
CERES, JUNO, NYMPHS; CALIBAN, TRINCULO, AND STEPHANO,
AT A DISTANCE.
Prospero. YOU do look, my son, in a
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 behind: We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Painted by Joseph Wright of Derby. Engraved by
THE ENTRANCE OF THE CELL OPENS, AND DISCOVERS FERDINAND
AND MIRANDA PLAYING AT CHESS.
SWEET lord, you play me false.
Fer. No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms
you should wrangle,
And I would call it fair play.
Painted by Francis Wheatley, R. A. Engraved by Caroline