The Tempest

by: William Shakespeare

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Earth’s increase, foison plenty,
Barns and garners never empty,
Vines and clustering bunches growing,
Plants with goodly burden bowing
Spring come to you at the farthest
In the very end of harvest.
Scarcity and want shall shun you.
Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Growing crops and large harvests,
Barns and silos full of grain,
Vines heavy with clustered grapes,
Plants straining under their fruit—
May spring follow directly autumn’s harvest,
With none of winter’s hardships to endure,
You will have plenty and want nothing,
Ceres’s blessings on you.
This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold
110To think these spirits?
This is a majestic and harmonious vision. Are these spirits we see before us?
     Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines called to enact
My present fancies.
Yes, they’re spirits that I’ve called out of their prisons to perform my whims.
    Let me live here ever.
So rare a wondered father and a wife
Makes this place paradise.
Let me live here forever. Such a wonderful father-in-law and wife make this place a paradise.
JUNO and CERES whisper, and send IRIS on employment
JUNO and CERES whisper, then send IRIS on a mission.
     Sweet now, silence.
115Juno and Ceres whisper seriously.
There’s something else to do. Hush and be mute,
Or else our spell is marred.
Now be quiet. Juno and Ceres are whispering about something serious. There’s something else to be done. Be silent, or else my magic spell will be broken.
You nymphs, called naiads of the windring brooks,
With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
120Leave your crisp channels and on this green land
Answer your summons, Juno does command.
You nymphs who live in the wandering brooks, with seaweed crowns and innocent looks, step out of the water and come join us here on this grassy field. Juno