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Be rough and razorable: she from whom
We were all sea-swallowed, though some cast
again;

And, by that. destin'd to perform an act,
Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.

nis:

Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are
you drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Gon.

What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Seb. What stuff is this ?-How say you 7 Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? "Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tu-It struck mine ear most terribly. Alon. 1 heard nothing. Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions. Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, 1 heard a humming,

So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.
Ant.
A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples 7-Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death
That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no

worse

Than now they are: There be, that can rule
Naples,

As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unnecessarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. 0, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement ! Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks, 1 do.
Ant.
And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
Seb.
I remember,
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Ant.
True:
And, look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before: My brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your conscience-

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that ? if it were a kybe, "Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,

And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,

"No better than the earth he lies upon,

If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches

of it,

Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
Seb.
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one

stroke

Shall free thee from the tribute which thou
pay'st;

And I the king shall love thee.
Ant.

Draw together:
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb.

O, but one word.
They converse apart.
Musick. Re-enter Ariel, invisible.
Ari. My master through his art foresees the
danger

That you, his friends, are in : and sends me forth,
(For else his projects die,) to keep them living.
[Sings in Gonzalo's ear.

While you here do snoring lie,
Open-ey'd conspiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Gon. Now good angels, preserve the king!

[They wake.

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And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
shak'd you, sir, and cri'd; as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise,
That's verity: Best stand upon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our wea-
pons.

Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make
further search

For my poor son.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i' the island.
Alon.
Lead away.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have
done.
[Aside.
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. Another Part of the Island.
Enter Caliban, with a burden of Wood.

him

A noise of Thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,

Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the
mire,

Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-ball: sometimes am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven

tongues,

Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now! lo!
Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat,
Perchance he will not mind me.

A

Trin, Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver; there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man? and his fins like arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine;

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there is no other shelter hereabout; Misery ac-I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm quaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will over-blown? I hid me under the dead moonhere shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past. Enter Stephano, singing; a Bottle in his Hand. Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die ashore ;

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral:

Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mal, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate:
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang:
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did

itch;

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. This a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. [Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me: 0!

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon ns with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, whilst Stephano breathes at nostrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me: O!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can recover him, and keep him taine, and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather. Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle; if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if I can recover hini, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him: he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Anon, I know it by thy trembling; Now Prosper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps again.

Trin. I should know that voice: it should be -But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me!

Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come, Amen! I will pour some in thy

other mouth.

Trin. Stephano,

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trin. Stephano!If thou beest Stephano,touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo-be not afeard;-thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs; if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke-But art thou not drowned, Stephano ?

calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.

That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor': I will kneel to him."

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither 7 swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

subject; for the liquor is not earthly. Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy trie

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Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thon canst swim like a duck, thon art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in rock by the sea-side, where ny wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague? Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven! Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and bush.

Ste. Come, swear to that: kiss the book: 1 will furnish it anon with new contents: swear. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster:-I afeard of him?-a very weak monster:-The man i' the moon?-a most poor credulous monster: Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island;

And kiss thy foot; I pr'ythee be my god. Trin, By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

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Cal. I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.

Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster: A most scurvy monster! could find in my heart to beat him,

Ste. Come, kiss.

Trin.but that the poor monster's in drink: An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries:

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster: to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;

And I with my long nails will dig thee pig

nuts;

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Cal. No more dams Pll make for fish;
Nor fetci in firing
At requiring

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; 'Ban 'Br, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new master-get a new man.

I do not know

1 Of every creature's best.
Mira.
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish
I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way.

SCENE I

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

Before Prospero's Cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their labour

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's
dead,

And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
"'en times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
'ome thousands of these logs. and pile then up,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such

baseness

Had ne'er like executor. I forget;

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;

Most busy-less when I do it.

Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance. Mira. Alas, now, pray you, York not so hard: I would, the light'ning had urnt up those logs, that you are enjoined to pile!

ray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Iwill weep for having wearied yon: my father hard at study; pray now, rest yourself; le's safe for these three hours. Fer. O most dear mistress, l'he sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do. Mira.

If you'll sit down,

'll bear your logs the while; 'Pray, give me that;

I'll carry it to the pile. Fer.

No, precious creature: I'd rather crack my sinews, break my back, l'han you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me As well as it does you: and I should do it With much more ease, for my good will is to it, And your's it is against. Pro.

Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shews it. Mira. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning

with me,, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) What is your name? Mira Miranda :-O my father, have broken your hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, And put it to the foil: But you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created

Fer.

I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; (I would, not so!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than to suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak ;

The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man!

Mira.

Do you love me? Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,

And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me, to mischief! 1,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.
Mira.
I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of.
Pro.
Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!
Fer.
Wherefore weep you?
Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give; and much less take,
What I shall die to want: But this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful cun-
ning!

And prompt me, plain and holy innocence !
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.

Fer.

And I thus humble ever. Mira.

My mistress, dearest,

My husband then ?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing

As bondage e'er of freedom; here's my hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now farewell,

Till half an hour hence.
Fer.

A thousand thousand!
[Exeunt Fer. and Mir.
Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,
Who are surprised with all; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I'll to my book:
For yet, ere supper time, must I perform
Much business appertaining.

[Exit.

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Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue lin sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me;

I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-this can sack, and drinking do. A murrain on thirty leagues, off and on, by this light-Thou your monster, and the devil take your fingers! shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Cal. Ha, ha, ha! Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no

standard.

Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe;

I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justlé a constable: Why, thou debosh'd fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as 1 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?

Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee stand further off.

Ste.

Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,
I'll beat him too.
Stand further. Come, proceed.
Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with
him

I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st
brain him,

Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his weazand 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 nonpareil: 1 ne'er saw woman, But only Sycorax my dam, and she; Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your But she as far surpasseth Sycorax, head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-As greatest does least. The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

Trin. Lord, quoth he !-that a monster should be such a natural.

Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, 1 pr'y

thee.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. pleas'd

Wilt thou be To hearken once again the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will I kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

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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 your teeth.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.

Ste.

Is it so brave a lass? Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, 1 warrant,

And bring thee forth brave brood.

Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: 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,

Ste. Mum then, and no more. [To Caliban. Jany reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. 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 compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?

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

Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.
Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.

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

1 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 freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish 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. [Strikes him.]
As you like this, give me the lie another time.
Trin. I did not give the lie: Out of your
wits, and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle!

[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.

Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, take'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 net afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and

hart not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,
That, if I then had wak'd 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 wak'd,
I cry'd to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me,
where I shall have my musick 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 Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hangit, and after, do our workd

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would,
I could see this taborert he lays it on.
Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.

[Exeunt.
SCENE III. Another Part of the Island.
Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo,
Adrian, Francisco, and others."
Gon. By'r lakin, 1 can go no further, sir;
My old bones ache; here's a maze trod, indeed,
Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your
>patience,

1 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.
[Aside to Sebastian.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolv'd to effect.
Seb.

Will we take thoroughly,
Ant

ing at them,

Wallets of flesh 7 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 to, and do as we

Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariel, like a
Harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and,
by a quaint device, the Banquet vanishes.
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 caus'd 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! 1 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 mi-
nisters

The next advantage Let it be to-night: For now they are oppress'd with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance, As when they are fresh. - Seb. 1 say, to-night: no more. Are like invulnerable; if you could hurt,I Your swords are now too massy for your Solemn and strange Musick; and Prospero strengths, above, invisible. Enter several strange And will not be uplifted; But, remember, Shapes, bringing in a Banquet; they dance (For that's my business to you.) that you three about it with gentle actions of salutation; From Milan did supplant good Prospero; and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it, Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed hark. The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the crea

Gon. Marvellous sweet musick!..

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 phonix' 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, 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 pre

sent

Are worse than devils.

[Aside.

tures,

Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonzo,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling'ring perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once,) shall step by step attend
You, and your ways: whose wraths to guard
you from

(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow,
And a clear life ensuing.

He vanishes in Thunder: then, to soft musick, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and moves, 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 had'st 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: I cannot too much muse, And in these fits I leave them, whilst I vísit Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, ex-Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is pressing

Alon.

(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
Pro..

Praise in departing.
[Aside.
Fran. They vanish'd strangely.
Seb.
No matter, since
They have left their viands behind; for we have
stomachs.

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 7 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, pronoune'o The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, Who would believe that there were mountain-And with him there lie mudded. [Erit Seb But one fiend at a time.

Will't please you taste of what is here?
Alon.

Not I. Gon Faith, sir, you need not fear: When we were boys,

éers,

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