feat_summary_path: finished_summaries/shmoop/The Tempest/section_7_part_0.txt
feat_book_id: The Tempest.act 4.scene 1
feat_summary_id: act 4, scene 1
feat_summary: {"name": "Act 4, Scene 1", "url": "https://web.archive.org/web/20210411014001/https://www.shmoop.com/study-guides/literature/tempest/summary/act-4-scene-1", "summary": "Back at Prospero's cell, Prospero comes clean to Ferdinand. He says the mean trials he put Ferdinand through were only to test the guy's love for Miranda. Prospero says Miranda is a third of his life, and he wouldn't give her up to a man he hadn't tested. However, now that he's sure Ferdinand is a good guy, he can have Miranda for his wife. Ferdinand accepts gladly, but not before Prospero warns him that if he \"break her virgin-knot\" before all the sacred ceremonies of marriage, the heavens will rain down misery on him, and they will be assured an unhappy life. Ferdinand assures him that, even if he's in the darkest, steamiest place, he'll keep his paws off Miranda so they can have a special wedding night. He adds that the wedding day will be agonizingly long and says that he'll be very anxious to get Miranda back to the honeymoon suite after the ceremony is over, if you know what we mean. This is definitely weird for Ferdinand to be talking about with Miranda's dad. Satisfied with his pre-wedding chat with Ferdinand, Prospero calls in Ariel, who has more work to do. Prospero wants to show some of his \"art\" to the young couple. As an engagement gift, Prospero is going to whip up a little \"masque\" . Ariel then pledges to perform, and asks, like a pet, if he is loved. Prospero replies that Ariel is loved dearly. Soft music begins playing and a series of gods appear before the young couple. Iris, goddess of the rainbow and messenger of Juno , calls upon Ceres, goddess of agriculture, to show herself and help with the entertainment. Ceres shows up, and asks why she's been summoned. Iris tells her it's to celebrate true love. That's cool, Ceres, says, but she wants to know if Cupid and Venus will be there--she has beef with them, since they plotted the way for Ceres' daughter, Proserpine to be stolen by Pluto , the god of the underworld. Iris assures Ceres that Cupid and Venus are both busy, and Juno then shows up to shower blessings on the couple along with Ceres. Ferdinand and Miranda are amazed, and Prospero says these are spirits he has called up on behalf of the young lovers. Nymphs and land reapers are then summoned, and they perform a beautiful dance. We interrupt this magical performance for a brain snack: In the winter of 1612-1613, The Tempest was performed in honor of the marriage of King James I's daughter Elizabeth to Frederick . Some scholars think that Prospero's \"masque\" was added by Shakespeare just for this performance, but other critics say there's no evidence that it wasn't an original part of the play. Suddenly Prospero jumps with surprise, and all the spirits vanish. Prospero has realized that, oopsy-daisy, he's forgotten Caliban's plot against his life! He'd better stop messing around and get to halting that scheme. Responding to Ferdinand's surprise at his sudden change in mood, Prospero gives a beautiful speech that these wonders , much like life, will melt into thin air eventually. He says, \"We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.\" Prospero sends Ferdinand and Miranda into his cell while he plans for his next move. Prospero has a chat with Ariel, who says that Stefano, Trinculo, and Caliban were hot with rage when he last saw them. Ariel led them to just outside Prospero's cell with his music, and left them wading in a filthy, scummy pool. Prospero instructs Ariel to set his nice linens and fineries outside the cell as bait for the thieves and would-be murderers. He curses Caliban for being a devil. Prospero promises to plague all of the men plotting against his life. You do not want to get on this guy's bad list. Caliban, Trinculo, and Stefano have escaped from the nasty pool, and while they all smell of \"horse piss,\" the greatest tragedy was losing their wine bottle. Caliban assures them that their prize will be worth it, and eggs them on to Prospero's cell. Just as Stefano begins to have thoughts of bloody murder, Trinculo points out what nice things there are for a king's wardrobe hanging outside, and the two get distracted. Caliban panics at their lack of focus; he is sure Prospero will wake up, find them all out, and torture them. Sure enough, Ariel and Prospero conjure up spirit-dogs and hounds that chase the three off. Prospero promises they'll have plenty of cramps, pinches, and convulsions as they run away, hunted by the spirits.", "analysis": ""}
text: ACT IV. SCENE I.
  
  _Before PROSPERO'S cell._
  
    _Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA._
  
  _Pros._ If I have too austerely punish'd you,
  Your compensation makes amends; for I
  Have given you here a third of mine own life,
  Or that for which I live; who once again
  I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations                              5
  Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
  Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,
  I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
  Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
  For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,                   10
  And make it halt behind her.
  
  _Fer._                     I do believe it
  Against an oracle.
  
  _Pros._          Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition
  Worthily purchased, take my daughter: but
  If thou dost break her virgin-knot before                           15
  All sanctimonious ceremonies may
  With full and holy rite be minister'd,
  No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
  To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
  Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew                         20
  The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
  That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
  As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
  
  _Fer._                          As I hope
  For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
  With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,                       25
  The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
  Our worser Genius can, shall never melt
  Mine honour into lust, to take away
  The edge of that day's celebration
  When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd,               30
  Or Night kept chain'd below.
  
  _Pros._                    Fairly spoke.
  Sit, then, and talk with her; she is thine own.
  What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!
  
    _Enter ARIEL._
  
  _Ari._ What would my potent master? here I am.
  
  _Pros._ Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service               35
  Did worthily perform; and I must use you
  In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
  O'er 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                           40
  Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
  And they expect it from me.
  
  _Ari._                    Presently?
  
  _Pros._ Ay, with a twink.
  
  _Ari._ Before you can say, 'come,' and 'go,'
              And breathe twice, and cry, 'so, so,'                   45
              Each one, tripping on his toe,
              Will be here with mop and mow.
              Do you love me, master? no?
  
  _Pros._ Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
  Till thou dost hear me call.
  
  _Ari._                     Well, I conceive.    [_Exit._            50
  
  _Pros._ 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!
  
  _Fer._                      I warrant you, sir;
  The white cold virgin snow upon my heart                            55
  Abates the ardour of my liver.
  
  _Pros._                      Well.
  Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
  Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly!
  No tongue! all eyes! be silent.                  [_Soft music._
  
      _Enter IRIS._
  
    _Iris._ Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas                 60
      Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease;
      Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
      And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
      Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
      Which spongy April at thy best betrims,                         65
      To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom-groves,
      Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
      Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
      And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
      Where thou thyself dost air;--the queen o' the sky,             70
      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,
      To come and sport:--her peacocks fly amain:
      Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.                         75
  
      _Enter CERES._
  
    _Cer._ Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
      Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
      Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
      Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers;
      And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown                    80
      My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,
      Rich scarf to my proud earth;--why hath thy queen
      Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?
  
    _Iris._ A contract of true love to celebrate;
      And some donation freely to estate                              85
      On the blest lovers.
  
    _Cer._             Tell me, heavenly bow,
      If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
      Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot
      The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
      Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company                       90
      I have forsworn.
  
    _Iris._        Of her society
      Be not afraid: I met her Deity
      Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son
      Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
      Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,                       95
      Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
      Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;
      Mars's hot minion is returned again;
      Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
      Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,          100
      And be a boy right out.
  
    _Cer._                High'st queen of state,
      Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.
  
      _Enter JUNO._
  
    _Juno._ How does my bounteous sister? Go with me
      To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,
      And honour'd in their issue.         [_They sing:_             105
  
    _Juno._ Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
              Long continuance, and increasing,
              Hourly joys be still upon you!
              Juno sings her blessings on you.
  
    _Cer._  Earth's increase, foison plenty,                         110
              Barns and garners never empty;
              Vines with clustering bunches growing;
              Plants with goodly burthen bowing;
              Spring come to you at the farthest
              In the very end of harvest!                            115
              Scarcity and want shall shun you;
              Ceres' blessing so is on you.
  
  _Fer._ This is a most majestic vision, and
  Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold
  To think these spirits?
  
  _Pros._               Spirits, which by mine art                   120
  I have from their confines call'd to enact
  My present fancies.
  
  _Fer._            Let me live here ever;
  So rare a wonder'd father and a wife
  Makes this place Paradise.
  
      [_Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment._
  
  _Pros._                  Sweet, now, silence!
  Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;                                  125
  There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
  Or else our spell is marr'd.
  
    _Iris._ You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,
              With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
              Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land      130
              Answer your summons; Juno does command:
              Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
              A contract of true love; be not too late.
  
      _Enter certain Nymphs._
  
              You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
              Come hither from the furrow, and be merry:             135
              Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on,
              And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
              In country footing.
  
      _Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the
      Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO
      starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow,
      and confused noise, they heavily vanish._
  
  _Pros._ [_Aside_] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
  Of the beast Caliban and his confederates                          140
  Against my life: the minute of their plot
  Is almost come. [_To the Spirits._] Well done! avoid; no more!
  
  _Fer._ This is strange: your father's in some passion
  That works him strongly.
  
  _Mir._                 Never till this day
  Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.                       145
  
  _Pros._ You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
  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:                                150
  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,                        155
  Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
  As dreams are made on; and our little life
  Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
  Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled:
  Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:                                160
  If you be pleased, retire into my cell,
  And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
  To still my beating mind.
  
  _Fer._ _Mir._           We wish your peace.    [_Exeunt._
  
  _Pros._ Come with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel: come.
  
    _Enter ARIEL._
  
  _Ari._ Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?              165
  
  _Pros._                                             Spirit,
  We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
  
  _Ari._ Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
  I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd
  Lest I might anger thee.
  
  _Pros._ Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?           170
  
  _Ari._ I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
  So full of valour that they smote the air
  For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
  For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
  Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;                       175
  At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
  Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses
  As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears,
  That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through
  Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,           180
  Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them
  I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,
  There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
  O'erstunk their feet.
  
  _Pros._             This was well done, my bird.
  Thy shape invisible retain thou still:                             185
  The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
  For stale to catch these thieves.
  
  _Ari._                          I go, I go.    [_Exit._
  
  _Pros._ A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
  Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
  Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;                         190
  And as with age his body uglier grows,
  So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
  Even to roaring.
  
    _Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c._
  
  Come, hang them on this line.
  
    _PROSPERO and ARIEL remain, invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO,
    and TRINCULO, all wet._
  
  _Cal._ Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
  Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.                        195
  
  _Ste._ Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless
  fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.
  
  _Trin._ Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my
  nose is in great indignation.
  
  _Ste._ So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should               200
  take a displeasure against you, look you,--
  
  _Trin._ Thou wert but a lost monster.
  
  _Cal._ Good my lord, give me thy favour still.
  Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
  Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.             205
  All's hush'd as midnight yet.
  
  _Trin._ Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,--
  
  _Ste._ There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that,
  monster, but an infinite loss.
  
  _Trin._ That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is             210
  your harmless fairy, monster.
  
  _Ste._ I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for
  my labour.
  
  _Cal._ Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st thou here,
  This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.                215
  Do that good mischief which may make this island
  Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
  For aye thy foot-licker.
  
  _Ste._ Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody
  thoughts.                                                          220
  
  _Trin._ O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano!
  look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
  
  _Cal._ Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
  
  _Trin._ O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.
  O King Stephano!                                                   225
  
  _Ste._ Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll
  have that gown.
  
  _Trin._ Thy Grace shall have it.
  
  _Cal._ The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean
  To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone,                         230
  And do the murder first: if he awake,
  From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,
  Make us strange stuff.
  
  _Ste._ Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this
  my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin,          235
  you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
  
  _Trin._ Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your
  Grace.
  
  _Ste._ I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't:
  wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country.       240
  'Steal by line and level' is an excellent pass of pate;
  there's another garment for't.
  
  _Trin._ Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers,
  and away with the rest.
  
  _Cal._ I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,              245
  And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
  With foreheads villanous low.
  
  _Ste._ Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this
  away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out
  of my kingdom: go to, carry this.                                  250
  
  _Trin._ And this.
  
  _Ste._ Ay, and this.
  
    _A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of
    dogs and hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting
    them on._
  
  _Pros._ Hey, Mountain, hey!
  
  _Ari._ Silver! there it goes, Silver!
  
  _Pros._ Fury, fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!              255
                          [_Cal., Ste., and Trin. are driven out._
  
  Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints
  With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews
  With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them
  Then pard or cat o' mountain.
  
  _Ari._                      Hark, they roar!
  
  _Pros._ Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour                   260
  Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
  Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
  Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
  Follow, and do me service.    [_Exeunt._
  
  
    Notes: IV, 1.
  
    3: _a third_] _a thread_ Theobald. _the thread_ Williams conj.
    4: _who_] _whom_ Pope.
    7: _test_] F1. _rest_ F2 F3 F4.
    9: _off_] F2 F3 F4. _of_ F1.
    11: _do_] om. Pope.
    13: _gift_] Rowe. _guest_ Ff.
    14: _but_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
    25: _'tis_] _is_ Capell.
    30: _Phoebus'_] _Phoebus_ F1. _Phoedus_ F2 F3. _Phoeduus_ F4.
    34: SCENE II. Pope.
    41: _vanity_] _rarity_ S. Walker conj.
    48: _no_?] _no_. Rowe.
    53: _abstemious_] _abstenious_ F1.
    60: SCENE III. A MASQUE. Pope.]
    _thy_] F1. _the_ F2 F3 F4.
    64: _pioned_] _pionied_ Warburton. _peonied_ Steevens.
    _twilled_] _tulip'd_ Rowe. _tilled_ Capell (Holt conj.). _lilied_
      Steevens.]
    66: _broom-groves_] _brown groves_ Hanmer.
    68: _pole-clipt_] _pale-clipt_ Hanmer.
    72: After this line Ff. have the stage direction, '_Juno descends._'
    74: _her_] Rowe. _here_ Ff.
    83: _short-grass'd_] F3 F4. _short gras'd_ F1 F2. _short-grass_ Pope.
    96: _bed-right_] _bed-rite_ Singer.
    101: _High'st_] _High_ Pope.
    102: Enter JUNO] om. Ff.
    110: Cer.] Theobald. om. Ff.
    _foison_] F1 _and foison_ F2 F3 F4.
    114: _Spring_] _Rain_ Collier MS.
    119: _charmingly_] _charming lay_ Hanmer. _charming lays_ Warburton.
      _Harmoniously charming_ Steevens conj.
    121: _from their_] F1. _from all their_ F2 F3 F4.
    123: _wife_] F1 (var.). Rowe. _wise_ F1 (var.) F2 F3 F4.
    124: _Makes_] _make_ Pope.
    _sweet, now, silence_] _now, silence, sweet_ Hanmer.
    124: In Ff. the stage direction [Juno, &c. follows line 127.
      Capell made the change.
    128: _windring_] _winding_ Rowe. _wand'ring_ Steevens.
    129: _sedged_] _sedge_ Collier MS.
    136: _holiday_] _holly day_ F1 F2 F3. _holy-day_ F4.
    139: SCENE IV. Pope.
    143: _This is_] _This'_ (for This 's) S. Walker conj.]
    _strange_] _most strange_ Hanmer.
    145: Ff put a comma after _anger_. Warburton omitted it.
    146: _do_] om. Pope. See note (XVI).
    151: _this_] F1. _their_ F2 F3 F4. _th' air visions_ Warburton.
    156: _rack_] F3 F4. _racke_ F1 F2. _track_ Hanmer. _wreck_ Dyce
      (Malone conj.).
    163: _your_] F1 F2 F3. _you_ F4.
    164: _I thank thee, Ariel: come._] _I thank you:--Ariel, come._
      Theobald.
    169: _Lest_] F4. _Least_ F1 F2 F3.
    170: _Say again_] _Well, say again_ Capell.
    180: _furzes_] Rowe. _firzes_ Ff.
    181: _shins_] _skins_ Warburton conj. (note, V. 1. p. 87).
    182: _filthy-mantled_] _filthy mantled_ Ff. _filth-ymantled_
      Steevens conj.
    184: _feet_] _fear_ Spedding conj.
    190: _all, all_] _are all_ Malone conj.
    193: _them on_ Rowe. _on them_ Ff.
    Prospero ... invisible. Theobald, Capell. om. Ff.
    194: SCENE V. Pope.
    230: _Let's alone_] _Let's along_ Theobald. _Let it alone_ Hanmer.
      _Let 't alone_ Collier. See note (XVII).
    246: _to apes_] om. _to_ Pope.
    255: Stage direction added by Theobald.
    256: _they_] F1 F3 F4. _thou_ F2.
    261: _Lie_] Rowe. _lies_ Ff.
  
  
  
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: Act 4, Scene 1
target: Back at Prospero's cell, Prospero comes clean to Ferdinand. He says the mean trials he put Ferdinand through were only to test the guy's love for Miranda. Prospero says Miranda is a third of his life, and he wouldn't give her up to a man he hadn't tested. However, now that he's sure Ferdinand is a good guy, he can have Miranda for his wife. Ferdinand accepts gladly, but not before Prospero warns him that if he "break her virgin-knot" before all the sacred ceremonies of marriage, the heavens will rain down misery on him, and they will be assured an unhappy life. Ferdinand assures him that, even if he's in the darkest, steamiest place, he'll keep his paws off Miranda so they can have a special wedding night. He adds that the wedding day will be agonizingly long and says that he'll be very anxious to get Miranda back to the honeymoon suite after the ceremony is over, if you know what we mean. This is definitely weird for Ferdinand to be talking about with Miranda's dad. Satisfied with his pre-wedding chat with Ferdinand, Prospero calls in Ariel, who has more work to do. Prospero wants to show some of his "art" to the young couple. As an engagement gift, Prospero is going to whip up a little "masque" . Ariel then pledges to perform, and asks, like a pet, if he is loved. Prospero replies that Ariel is loved dearly. Soft music begins playing and a series of gods appear before the young couple. Iris, goddess of the rainbow and messenger of Juno , calls upon Ceres, goddess of agriculture, to show herself and help with the entertainment. Ceres shows up, and asks why she's been summoned. Iris tells her it's to celebrate true love. That's cool, Ceres, says, but she wants to know if Cupid and Venus will be there--she has beef with them, since they plotted the way for Ceres' daughter, Proserpine to be stolen by Pluto , the god of the underworld. Iris assures Ceres that Cupid and Venus are both busy, and Juno then shows up to shower blessings on the couple along with Ceres. Ferdinand and Miranda are amazed, and Prospero says these are spirits he has called up on behalf of the young lovers. Nymphs and land reapers are then summoned, and they perform a beautiful dance. We interrupt this magical performance for a brain snack: In the winter of 1612-1613, The Tempest was performed in honor of the marriage of King James I's daughter Elizabeth to Frederick . Some scholars think that Prospero's "masque" was added by Shakespeare just for this performance, but other critics say there's no evidence that it wasn't an original part of the play. Suddenly Prospero jumps with surprise, and all the spirits vanish. Prospero has realized that, oopsy-daisy, he's forgotten Caliban's plot against his life! He'd better stop messing around and get to halting that scheme. Responding to Ferdinand's surprise at his sudden change in mood, Prospero gives a beautiful speech that these wonders , much like life, will melt into thin air eventually. He says, "We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep." Prospero sends Ferdinand and Miranda into his cell while he plans for his next move. Prospero has a chat with Ariel, who says that Stefano, Trinculo, and Caliban were hot with rage when he last saw them. Ariel led them to just outside Prospero's cell with his music, and left them wading in a filthy, scummy pool. Prospero instructs Ariel to set his nice linens and fineries outside the cell as bait for the thieves and would-be murderers. He curses Caliban for being a devil. Prospero promises to plague all of the men plotting against his life. You do not want to get on this guy's bad list. Caliban, Trinculo, and Stefano have escaped from the nasty pool, and while they all smell of "horse piss," the greatest tragedy was losing their wine bottle. Caliban assures them that their prize will be worth it, and eggs them on to Prospero's cell. Just as Stefano begins to have thoughts of bloody murder, Trinculo points out what nice things there are for a king's wardrobe hanging outside, and the two get distracted. Caliban panics at their lack of focus; he is sure Prospero will wake up, find them all out, and torture them. Sure enough, Ariel and Prospero conjure up spirit-dogs and hounds that chase the three off. Prospero promises they'll have plenty of cramps, pinches, and convulsions as they run away, hunted by the spirits.