Ceres
Earth’s increase, foison plenty,
Barns and garners never empty,
Vines and clustering bunches growing,
Plants with goodly burthen 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.
Ferdinand
This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold
To think these spirits?
Prospero
Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines call’d to enact
My present fancies.
Ferdinand
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.
Prospero
Sweet, now, silence!
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
There’s something else to do: hush, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marr’d.