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a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster? Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord? Trin. Lord, quoth he!-that a monster should be such a natural!

Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee.

Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased

To hearken once again the suit I made thee?

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Ste. Marry will I: kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Cal. As I told thee

Enter ARIEL, invisible.

Before, I am subject to a tyrant;

A sorcerer, that by his cunning hath

Cheated me of this island.

Ari. Thou liest.

Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou; I would, my valiant master would destroy thee:

I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of thy teeth.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more-[To Caliban]

Proceed.

Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; But this thing dare not.

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.

Ste. How now shall this be compass'd?

Canst thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep,

Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.

Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.

Cal. What a pied ninny's this?* Thou scurvy patch!-

I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,

And take his bottle from him: when that's gone,

He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him

Where the quick freshest are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word farther, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stockfish of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.
Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?

Ari. Thou liest.

Ste. Do I so? take thou that.

As you like this, give me the lie another time.

* Alluding to Trinculo's party-coloured dress.

[Strikes him

+ Springs.

Trin. I did not give thee the lie:-Out o' your wits, and hearing too ?- -A pox o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do.A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers. Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee stand further off. Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,

I'll beat him too.

Ste. Stand further.-Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him

I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,
Having first seized his books; or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand*with thy knife: Remember
First to possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not

One spirit to command: They all do hate him,
As rootedly as I: Burn but his books;
He has brave utensils (for so he calls them),
Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal.
And that most deeply to consider, is

The beauty of his daughter; he himself

Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er saw woman.

But only Sycorax my dam, and she;

But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,

As greatest does least.

Ste. Is it so brave a lass?

Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave brood.

Ste. Monster, I will kill this mam: his daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys:-Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee: but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.

Cal. Within this half-hour will he be asleep;

Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste. Ay, on mine honour.

Ari. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure;

Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch

You taught me but while-ere?

Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason:

Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.

[Sings.

Flout 'em and skout 'em; and skout 'em and flout 'em :
Thought is free.

Cal. That's not the tune.

[ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.

Ste. What is this same?

Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of No-body.

*Throat.

Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, tak't as thou list.

Trin. O, forgive me my sins!

Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defy thee.-Mercy upon us! Cal. Art thou afeard?

Ste. No, monster, not I.

Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,

Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,

That, if I then had waked after long sleep,

Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,

The clouds, methought, would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,

I cried to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.

Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.

Ste. That shall be by-and-by: I remember the story.

Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would I could see this taborer: he lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.

SCENE III-Another part of the island.

[Exeunt.

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

Gon. By'r lakin,* I can go no further, Sir;

My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed,
Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your patience,

I needs must rest me.

Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee,

Who am myself attach'd with weariness,

To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd,
Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land; Well, let him go.
Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope.

Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolved to effect.

Seb. The next advantage

Will we take thoroughly.

Ant. Let it be to-night;

[Aside to SEBASTIAN.

For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance,

As when they are fresh.

Seb. I say, to-night: no more.

* Our Lady.

Solemn and strange music: and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and inviting the king, &c. to eat, they depart.

Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark!
Gon. Marvellous sweet music!

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?
Seb. A living drollery:* Now I will believe,

That there are unicorns: that, in Arabia

There is one tree, the phoenix' throne: one phoenix
At this hour reigning there.

Ant. I'll believe both;

And what does else want credit, come to me,

And I'll be sworn 'tis true: Travellers ne'er did lie,
Though fools at home condemn them.

Gon. If in Naples

I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say I saw such islanders

(For, certes,t these are people of the island),

Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of

Our human generation you shall find

Many, nay, almost any.

Pro. Honest lord,

Thou hast said well; for some of you there present,

Are worse than devils.

[Aside.

Alon. I cannot too much muse,‡

Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing

[Aside.

(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind

Of excellent dumb discourse.

Pro. Praise in departing.

Fran. They vanish'd strangely.

Seb. No matter, since

They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.-
Will't please you taste of what is here?

Alon. Not I.

Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear: When we were boys,
Who would believe that there were mountaineers,

Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men,

Whose heads stood in their breasts; which now we find,
Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us

Good warrant of.

Alon. I will stand to, and feed,

Although my last: no matter, since I feel

The best is past:-Brother, my lord the duke,

Stand too, and do as we.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter ARIEL like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.

* Show

↑ Certainly.

+ Wonder.

Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny
(That hath to instrument this lower world
And what is in't) the never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up; and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;

[Seeing ALON., SEB., &c. draw their swords.
And even with such like valour, men hang and drown
Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate; the elements

Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish

One dowle* that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
Are 'like invulnerable: if you could hurt,

Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,
And will not be uplifted: But, remember
(For that's my business to you), that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero,
Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incensed the seas and shores, yea all the creatures,
Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Lingering perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once) shall step by step attend

You, and your ways; whose wrath to guard you from
(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls

Upon your heads), is nothing, but heart's sorrow,

And a cleart life ensuing.

He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table. Pro. [aside]. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Perform'd, my Ariel: a grace it had, devouring:

Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated,

In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life,

And observation strange, my meaner ministers

Their several kinds have done: my high charms work,

And these, mine enemies, are all knit up

In their distractions: they now are in my power;

And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit

Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drown'd),

And his and my loved darling. Exit PROSPERO from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, Sir, why stand you

In this strange stare?

Alon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous!

Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass.

* Down.

+ Pure, blameless.

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