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Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love. Be not too late.
orders you. Come, sweet nymphs, and help us celebrate the wedding of two true lovers. Don’t be late.
Enter certain nymphs
Several NYMPHS enter.


You sunburnt sicklemen of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow and be merry.
Make holiday. Your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.
Now, you tanned fieldworkers who are so tired of August’s labors, get out of the dirt and come rejoice with us here. Put your straw hats on, have some fun, and dance with these young nymphs.
Enter certain reapers, properly habited They join with the nymphs in a graceful dance towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly and speaks.
Several fieldworkers enter, dressed appropriately. They join the nymphs in a graceful dance. At the end PROSPERO suddenly acts startled and speaks.


I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
Against my life. The minute of their plot
Is almost come.—Well done. Avoid, no more!
I almost forgot about Caliban’s horrible conspiracy to kill me. The moment they planned to act is almost here. (to the spirits)—Good job. Leave now, no more!
To a strange, hollow, and confused noise, the spirits heavily vanish
The dancers vanish sadly to a strange, hollow, and confused noise.

(to MIRANDA) This is strange. Your father’s in some passion
That works him strongly.
(to MIRANDA) This is strange. Something has really upset your father.

    Never till this day
Saw I him touched with anger so distempered.
I’ve never seen him like this. He’s never been as angry and upset as he is now.

(to FERDINAND) You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismayed. 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.
(to FERDINAND) You look like something’s bothering you. Cheer up. Our music-and-dance spectacle is over. These actors were all spirits, as I told you, and they’ve all melted into thin air. And just like the whole empty

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The Tempest (No Fear Shakespeare)