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 peonéd[438-10] and twillèd[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.
Enter Ceres.
Cer. Hail, many-color’d messenger, that ne’er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;[438-19]
Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers;
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky[440-20] acres and my unshrubb’d down,[440-21]
Rich scarf to my proud Earth;—why hath thy Queen
Summon’d me hither, to this short-grass’d green?