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; 60 The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver. PROSPERO Well. Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly! 65 No tongue! all eyes! be silent. [Soft music] [Enter IRIS] IRIS Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; 70 Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard; 75 And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost air;--the queen o' the sky, Whose watery arch and messenger am I, Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, 80 To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain: Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. [Enter CERES] CERES Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers 85 Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers, And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth;

　　(IVi: 51-82)