1 This is a most majestic vision, and Harmonious charmingly.
2 My charms crack not, my spirits obey, and time Goes upright with his carriage.
3 My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
4 My high charms work, And these mine enemies are all knit up In their distractions.
5 Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have 's mine own, Which is most faint.'
6 Your charm so strongly works 'em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.'
7 They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charmed; which Prospero observing, speaks.
8 Here thought they to have done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Whose vows are that no bed-right shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted--but in vain.
9 So I charmed their ears That, calf-like, they my lowing followed through Toothed briers, sharp furzes, pricking gorse, and thorns, Which entered their frail shins.
10 --The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
11 In the deep nook, where once Thou called'st me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vexed Bermoothes, there she's hid; The mariners all under hatches stowed, Who, with a charm joined to their suffered labor, I have left asleep.