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Be rough and razorable: she from whom Alon. Why, how now, hol awake! Why are We were all sea-swallowed, though some cast

you drawn? again;

Wherefore this ghastly looking ? And, by that, clestin'd to perform an act, Gon.

What's the matter ? Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, In yours and my discharge.

Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Seb. What stuff is this ?-How say you ? Like balls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you? "Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Ta. It struck mine ear most terribly: nis:


I heard nothing, So is she heir of Naples ; 'twixt which regions Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; There is some space.

To make an ear: honake! sure it was the roar Ant.

A space whose every cubit of a whole herd of lions. Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Mensure us back to Naples ?—Keep in Tunis, Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, 1 heard a humAnd let Sebastian wake - Say, this were death ming, That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no And that a strangeone too, which did awake me: worse

1 shak'd you, sir, and cri'd; as mine eyes open'd, Than now they are: There be, that can rule I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise, Naples,

That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard ; As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate Or that we quit this place : let's draw our wea. As amply, and unnecessarily,

pons. As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore

further search
The mind that I do what a sleep were this For my poor son.
For your advancement I Do you understand me? Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
Seb. Methinks, I do.

For he is, sure, i' the island.
And how does your content Alon.

Lead away.
Tender your own good fortune ?

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have Seb. I remember, done.

[Aside. You did supplant your brother Prospero. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. (Exeunt. Ant

True : And, look, how well my garments sit upon me;

SCENE II. Another Part of the Island. Much feater than before : My brother's servants Enter Caliban, with a burden of Wood. Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Seb. But, for your conscience

A noise of Thunder heard. Ant. Ay, sir ; where lies that ? if it were a kybe, Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up "Twould put me to my slipper ; but I feel not From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make This deity in my bosom : twenty consciences,

him That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be By inch-meal a disease ! His spirits hear me, they,

AO yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your bro- pinch, ther,

Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the No better than the earth he lies upon,

mire, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches Our of my way, unless he bid them; but of it,

For every trifle are they set upon me: Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me, To the perpetual wink for aye might put And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who

Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, Their pricks at my foot-ball : sometimes am I They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; All wound with adders, who, with cloven They'll tell the clock to any business that

tongues, We say befits the hour.

Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now ! lo! Seb. Thy case, dear friend,

Enter Trinculo. Shall be my precedent; as thou gou'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, stroke

For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall flat, Shall free thee from the tribute which thou Perchance he will not mind me. pay'st;

Trin, Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear And I the king shall love thee.

off any weather at all, and another storm brewAnt.

Draw together: ing; I hear it aing i' the wind: yond' same black And when I rear my hand, do you the like, cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bum. To fall it on Gonzalo.

bard that would shed his liquor. If it should Seb:

0, but one word. thunder, as it did before, I know not where to
(They converse apart
. hide my head : yond' same cloud cannot

choose Musick. Re-enter Ariel, invisible.

but fall
by pailfuls.-

What have we here ? a man

or a fish? Dead or alive ? A fish: he smells like Ari. My master through his art foresees the a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a danger

kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A That you, his friends, are in: and sends me forth, strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once (For else his projects die,) to keep them living. I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a ho

(Sings in Gonzalo's ear. liday-fool there but would give a piece of silver; While you here do snoring lie,

there would this monster make a man; any Open-ey'd conspiracy

strange beast there makes a man: when they His time doth take:

will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, If of life you keep a care,

they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian Shake of slumber, and beware:

Legg'd like a man? and his fins like arms! Awake! awake 1

Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose my opi

nion, hold it no longer : this is no fish but an Ant. Then let us both be gudden.

islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder Gon. Now good augels, preserve the king! bolt. (Thunder. ) Alas! the storm is come again:

(They wake. my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; itch;

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there is no other shelter hereabout; Misery ae-|| hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the ston 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. calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm : And art Enter Stephano, singing; a Bottle in his Hand. thou living, Stephano ? O Stephano, two Nea

politans 'seap'd! Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Ste. Pr’ythee do not turn me about; my stoHere shall I die ashore;

marh is not constant. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not funeral:

sprites. Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. Tha:'s a brave god, and bears celestial liquor :

I will kneel to him. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, Ste. How did'st thou 'scape ? How cam'st thou

The gunner, and his male, Lovid Mal, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which

mither 7 swear by this bouile, how thou cam'st But none of us card for Kate: For she had a tongue with a lang,

the sailors henved over-board, by this botule !

which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang:

own hands, since I was cast a-shore. She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Cal. I'll swear, npon that bottle, to be thy true

Ste. Here ; swear then how thoa escap’dst. Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can l'his a seurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. swim like a dack, P'll be sworn.

(Drinks. Ste. Here, kiss the book : Though thon canst Cal. Do not torment me: 0!

swim like a dnek, thou art made like a goose. Ste. What's the matter ? Have we devils here? Trin. 0 Stephano, hast any more of this? Do you put tricks upon ns with savages, and Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a men of Inde ? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, rock by the sea-side, where niy wine is hid. to be aseard now of your four legs; for it hath How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague ? been said, As proper a man as ever went on Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? four legs, cannot make him give ground : and it Sle. Out of the moon, du assure thee: I was shall be said so again, whilst Stephano breathes the man in the moon, when time was. at nostrils.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore Cal. The spirit torments me : 0!

thee; My mistress showed me thee, and thy Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with dog, and bush. four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Ste. Come, swear to that: kiss the book : ) Where the devil should be learn onr language? will furnish it anon with new contents: swear. I will give him some relief, if it be but for that: Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow If I can recover him, and keep him taine, and monster :- afeard of him ?-a very weak monget to Naples with him, he's a present for any ster --The man i'the moon ?-a most poor ereemperor that ever trod on neat's-leather. dulons monster: Well drawn, monster, in good Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee;

sooth. P'll bring my wood home faster.

Cal. l'll show thee every fertile inch o' the Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk island; after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle; And kiss thy foot; I pr'ythee be my god. if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go T'rin. By this light, a most perfidious and near to remove his fit: if I can recover hini, and drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll keep him tame, I will not take too much for rob his bottle. him: he shall pay for him that hath him, and Cal. I'll kiss thy foot; VII swear myself thy that so:indly.

subject. Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Ste. Come on then down, and swear. Anon, I know it by thy trembling;

Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this Now Prosper works upon thee.

puppy-headed monster: A most scurvy monster! Sie. Come on your ways; open your mouth; il could find in my heart to beat him, here is that which will give language to you, Ste. Come, kiss. cat; open your mouth: this will shake your Trin. - but that the poor monster's in drink : shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly : you An abominable monster! cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps Cal. I'll show ihee the best springs; P'll pluck agaia.

thee berries : T'rin. I should know that voice: it should be I'll fish for thee, and get thee wuod enongh. -But he is drowned; and these are devils: 0! A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! defend me!

l'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most deli- Thou wondrous man. cate monster! His forward voice now is to speak Trin. A most ridiculous monster: to make a well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter wonder of a poor drunkard. foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine Cal. I prythee, let me bring thee where crabs in my boule will recover him, I will help his grow; aque : Come, —Amen! I will pour some in thy And F with my long nails will dig thee piger other mouth

nuts Trin. Stephano,

Show thee a jay's nest, and instract thee how Ste. Doth thy other month call me ? Mercy ! To snare the nimble marmozet : I'll bring thee mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will to clust'ring filberts, and sometimes I'll get leave him; I have no long spoon.

thee Trin. Stephanol.-If thou beest Stephano touch Young sea-mells from the rock : Wilt thou go me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo ;-be with me? not afeard ;-thy good friend Trinculo.

Sté. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; 1'!! any more talking. --Trinculo, the king and all pull thee by the lesser legs; if any be Trinculo's our company else being drowned, we will inlegs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, herit here. Here; bear my bottle. Pellow indeed : How cam'st thout to be the siege of this Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. moon-call? Can he vent Trinculos?

Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell.. Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder

(Sings drunkenly. stroke:-But art thou not drowned, Stephano 21 Trim A howling monster; a drunken monster. dead,

Cal. No more dame rul make for fish; Of every creature's best.
Nor fetcl. in firing


I do not know
At requiring,

One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen

'Ban 'Brn, Ca-Caliban, More that I may call men, than you, good friend,

Has a new master-get a new man. And my dear father: how features are abroad, Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty, hey-day, freedom !

(The jewel in my dower) I would not wish Ste. O brave monster ! lead the way.

Any companion in the world but you ; [Exeunt. 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.

I am, in my condition,
SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell.

A prince, Miranda ; I do think, a king;
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.

(I would, not so !) and would no more endure

This wooden slavery, than to suffer Fer. There be some sports are painful; and The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul their labour

speak; Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness | The very instant that I saw you, did dre nobly undergone; and most poor matters My heart fly to your service there resides, Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be To make me slave to it; and, for your sake, As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but

Am I this patient log-man! The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's Mira.

Do you love me?

Fer. O heaven, 0 earth, bear witness to this And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is

sound, en times more gentle than her father's crabbed; And crown what ! profess with kind event, ind he's composed of harshness. I must remové If I speak true; if hollowly, invert. ome thousands of these logs. and pile then up, What best is boded me, to mischief ! 1, Upon a sore injunction : My sweet mistress Beyond all limit of what else i' the world, Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such Do love, prize, honour you. baseness


I am a fool, Flad ne'er like executor. I forget;

To weep at what I am glad of. Put these sweet thoughts do even refresh my Pro.

Fair encounter labours:

Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace Most busy-less when I do it.

On that which breeds between them!

Wherefore weep you? Enter Miranda ; and Prospero at a distance.

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer Mira.

Alas, now, pray you, What I desire to give; and much less take, Vork not so hard : I would, the lightning had What I shall die to want: But this is trifling; :urnt up those logs, that you are enjoined to And all the more it seeks to hide itself, pile!

The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful cun'ray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, I'will weep for having wearied you: my father and prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! *hard at study; pray now, rest yourself; I am your wife, if you will marry me; le's safe for these three hours.

If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow Fer.

O most dear mistress, You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, l'he sun will set, before I shall discharge Whether you will or no. What I must strive to do.


My mistress, dearest, Mira.

If you'll sit down, And I thus humble ever. I'll bear your logs the while; 'Pray, give me Mira.

My husband then ? that ;

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing, I'll carry it to the pile.

As bondage e'er of freedom ; here's my hand. Fer.

No, precious creature: Mira. And mine, with my heart in't : And I'd rather crack my sinews, break my back,

now farewell, l'han you should such dishonour undergo, Till half an hour hence. While I sit lazy by.


A thousand! thousand! Mira. It would become me

(Exeunt Fer. and Mir. As well as it does you: and I shonld do it Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, With much more ease, for my good will is to it, Who are surprised with all, but my rejoicing And your's it is against.

At nothing can be more. I'll to my book : Pro.

Poor worm ! thou art infected; For yet, ere supper time, must I perform This visitation shows it.

Much business appertaining.

[Erit. Mira.

You look wearily. SCENE II. Another Part of the Tsland. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning

Enter Stephano and Trinculo; Caliban followWhen you are by at night. I do beseech you,

ing with a Bottle. (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) Ste. Tell not me ;-when the butt is out, we What is your name?

will drinkwater; not a drop before : therefore Mira.

Miranda :- my father, bear up, and board 'em : Servant-monster, drink have broken your hest to say so!

to me. Fer.

Admir'd Miranda ! Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! Indeed, the top of admiration;


They say, there's but five upon this isle: we What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady are three of them; if the other two be brained I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time like us, the state totters. The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues thy eyes are almost set in thy head. Have I liked several women; never any

Trin. Where should they be set else ? he were With so full soul, but some defect in her a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, tail. And put it to the foil : But you, O you,

Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue So perfect, and so peerless, are created Vin sack; for my part, the sea cannot drown me;

ning 1

with me,

I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-ana- this can back, 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 Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Priythie standard.

stand further off. Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Cal. Beat him enough : after a little time,

Trin. Nor go neither : but you'll lie, like dogs; l'll beat him too. and yet say nothing neither.


Stand further. Come, proceed. Ste. Moon-call, speak once in thy life, if thou Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with beest a good moon-calf.

him Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st shoe;

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

Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; 1 Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, am in case to justle a constable : Why, thou de- Or cat his weazand with thy knife : Remember, bosh'd fish thou, was there ever man a coward, First to possess his books; for without them that hath drank so much sack as I to-day ? He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not Wilt thon tell a monstrous lie, being but half a One spirit to command: They all do hate him, fish, and half a monster ?

As rootedly as 1: Burn but his books; Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them) my lord ?

Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal. Prin. Lord, quoth he !-that a monster should And that most deeply to consider, is be such a natural.

The beauty of his daughter; he himself Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, 1 pr’y. Calls her a nonpareil

: ne'er saw woman, thee.

But only Sycorax my dam, and slie;
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 Ste.

Is it so brave a lass 1 suffer indignity.

Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, 1 Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be warrant, pleas'd

And bring thee forth brave brood. To hearken once again the suit I made thee? Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daugh

Ste. Marry will 1: kneel, and repeat it; I will ster and I will be king and queen; (save our stand, and so shall Trinculo.

graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceEnter Ariel, invisible.

roys:- Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?

T'rin. Excellent. Cal. As I told thee

Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat Before, I am subject to a tyrant;

thee; but while thou livest, keep a good tongue A sorcerer, that by his cunning hath

in thy head. Cheated me of this island.

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

Thou liest.

Wilt thou destroy him then ? Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou ! Ste.

Ay, on mine honour. I would, my valiant master would destroy thee: Ari. This will I tell my master. I do not lie.

Cal. Thon mak'st me merry: I am full of Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble bim any more in pleasure; his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of Let us be jocund: Will yon troll the catch your teeth:

You taught me but while-ere ? Trin. Why, I said nothing.

Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, Ste. Mum then, and no more.- (To Caliban.) any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing Proceed.

(Sings. Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle ; From me he got it. If thy greatness will

Flout 'em, and skout 'em; and skout 'em,

and flout 'em; Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; But this thing dare not

Thought is free. Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. That's not the tune. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve (Ariel plays the tune on a Tabor and Pipe. thee.

Ste. What is this same ? Ste. How now shall this be compassed ? Canst Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by thou bring me to the party?

the picture of No-body. Cah. Yea, yea, my lord"; I'll yield him thee Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy

likeness: if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list. Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Trin. O, forgive me my sins! Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not,

Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defy thee: Cal. What a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy Mercy upon us ! patch!

Cal. Art thou aseard ? I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, Ste. No, morister, not I. And take his bottle from himn : when that's gone, Cal. Be net aseard; the isle is full of noises, He shall drink nought but brine: for I'll not Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and show him

hart not. Where the quick freshes are.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, interrupt the monster one word further, and, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of 'doors will make me sleep again; and then indreaning, and make a stock-fish of thee.

The clouds, methought, would open, and show Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll riches go further off.

Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd, Ste. Didst thou not say he lied ?

I cry d to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, Sie

. Do I so ? take thon that. (Strikes him.] where I shall have my musick for nothing. As you like this, give me the lie another time. Cal. When Prospero is destroyed. Trin. I did not give the lie: Out o' yonr Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember wits, and hearing too? A pox o'your bottle! the story.


Ari. Thou liest.



Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow | Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hango it, and after, do our work

ing at them, Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would, Wallets of flesh 1 or that there were such men, I could see this taborert he lays it on.

Whose heads stood in their breasts 7 which now Trin. Wilt come ? I'll follow, Stephano.

we find

(Ereunt. Each putter-out on five for one, will b'ing us SCENE III. Another Part of the Island. Good warrant of. Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Alor

I will stand to, and feed, Adrian, Francisco, and others. Although my last : no matter, since I feel Gon. By'r lakin, 1 can go no further, sir; The best is past :-Brother, my lord the duke, M, old bones ache; here's a maze trod, indeed, Sland to, and do as we. Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your patience,

Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariel, like a I needs must rest me.

Harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and, Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, by a quaint device, the

Banquet vanishes. Who am myself attach'd with weariness, Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny To the dulling of my spirits : sit down, and rest. (That hath to instrument this lower world, Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it And what is in't,) tire never-surfeited sea No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd, Hath caus'd to belch up; and on this island Whom thus we stray to find: and the sea mocks Where man doth not inhabit ; you 'mongst men Our frustrate search on land : Well, let him go. Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope. (Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. drar their swords.

(Aside to Sebastian. And even with such like valour, men hang and Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose

drown That you resolvid to effect.

Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Seb.

The next advantage Are ministers of fate; the elements Will we take thoroughly, .

Let it be to-night : Wound the loud winds or with bemock'd at slabs
For now they are oppress'd with travel, they Kill the still closing waters, as diminish
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance, One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow mi-
As when they are fresh.

I say, to-night: no more. Are like invulnerable; if you could hurt,

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 n 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, 8c. 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 forgeuing, have Gon. Marvellous sweet musick!

Incens'd the seas and 'shores, yea, all the crea• Aloni Give us kind keepers, heavens! What tures, were these?

Against your peace : Thee, of thy son, Alonzo, Seb. A living rollery: Now I will believe They have bereft; and do pronounce by me, That there are unicorns : that, in Arabia Ling'ring perdition (worse than any death There is one tree, the phenix' throne; one phenix Can be at once,) shall step by step attend At this hour reigning there.

You, and your ways: whose wraths to guard Ant

I'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me, (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls And I'll be sworn 'uis true: Travellers ne'er did Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's

sorrow, lie

And a clear life ensuing.
Though foots at home condemn them.

If in Naples, He vanishes in Thunder': then, to soft musick I should report this now, would they believe me?

enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops If I should say, I saw such islanders,

and mowes, and carry out the table. fror, certes, these are people of the island,) Pro. (Aside. ) Bravely the figure of this harpy Who, thougu they are of monstrous shape, yet, hast thou note,

Perform'd, my Ariel ; a grace it had, devouring : Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated, Our human generation you shall find

In what thou had'st to say : so, with good life, Many, nay, almost any,

And observation strange, my meaner ministers Pro.

Honest lord, Their several kinds have done : my high charms Thou hast said well; for some of you there pre- work,

And these, mine enemies, are all knit up Are worse than devils.

[ Aside. In their distractions: they now are in my power: Alon.

I cannot too much muse, and in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit Sueh shapes, such gesture, and such sound, ex-Young, Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is pressing

drown'd), (Although they want the use of tongue) a kind and his and my loved darling. of excellent dumb discourse.

(Exit Prospero from above. Pro.

Praise in departing. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why (Aside.

stand you Fran They vanish'd strangely.

In this strange stare ?
No matter, since Alon.

0, it is monstrous! monstrous They have left their viands behind; for we have Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it: stomachs.

The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, Will't please you taste of what is here 3 That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronoune'o Alon.

Not 1. The name of Prosper; It did bass my trespass Gon Faith, sir, you need not fear: When we Therefore my son is the ooze is bedded; and were boys,

l'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, Who would believe that there were mountain- And with him there lie mudded. (Esrit eers,


But one fiend at a time

you from


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