Highest queen of state,
Great Juno, comes. I know her by her gait.
How does my bounteous sister?
Which is he that killed the deer?
Sir, it was I.
Here’s neither bush nor shrub to bear off
any weather at all. And another storm brewing;
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands.
Curtsied when you have,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell.
Ariel exits and at once returns
with Prospero’s ducal robes.
Knowing I lov’d my books, he furnish’d me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors
(As I foretold you) were all spirits, and
Are melted into air,
To perform an act
Whereof what’s past is prologue.
It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy.
Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike.
Then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort
The strongest oaths are straw
To th’ fire i’ th’ blood.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid. All corners else o’ th’ earth
Let liberty make use of;
There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a templeMetaphor.
If the ill spirit have so fair a houseMetaphor,