Prospero monologue — A motley jest : $b Shakespearean diversions

My charms yet hold, though long disus’d, for I Pitying Miranda’s melancholy plight By magic of mine art have hither brought Duke Ferdinand and her that so the twain Belov’d may live their first joys o’er again. Here shall they speed the time a full month’s space, In such wise as they list, and then, at whiles, Will I for their beguilement cause to pass Before their eyes, when they shall sit at ease, Weary of wandering o’er the mazy isle, Figures of men and women, such, forsooth, As Master Shakescene writ of in his plays. These in their habit as they liv’d in those Same plays I’ll re-create for their delight, Peopling a mimic world with mimic folk, And making so this desert populous. [_Exit._