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Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

[All sleep but Alox. Sex. and Ant. Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.

Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find,
By all of us; and the fair soul herself

They are inclin’d to do so.
Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at

Seb. Please you, sir,
Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
your son,
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have

It is a comforter.
More widows in them of this business' making, Ant. We two, my lord,
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
Your own.

And watch your safety.
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Alon. Thank yon: Wond'rous heavy.
Gon. My lord Sebastian,

[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
And time to speak it in : you rub the sore,

Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
When you should bring the plaster.

Seb. Why
Seb. Very well.

Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not
Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Myself disposed to sleep.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
When you are cloudy.

They fell together all, as by consent ;
Seb. Foul weather ?

They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Ant. Very foul.

Worthy Sebastian ?- 0, what might ? -- No more
Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, - And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.

What thou shonld'st be: the occasion speaksthee; and
Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

My strong imagination sees a crown
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? Dropping upon thy head.
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Seb. What, art thou waking?
Gon: l the commonwealth I would by contraries Ant. Do you not hear me speak?.
Execute all things : forano kind of traffick

Seb. I do; and, sürely,
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;

It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st · Letters should not be known; no use of service, Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say? Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,

This is a strange repose, to be asleep.
Successions ; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving,
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;

And yet so fast asleep.
No occupation; all men idle, all;

Ant. Noble Sebastian, * And women too; but innocent and pare :

Thou let'st thy fortune sleep die rather; wink'st No sovereignty:

Whiles thou art waking:
Seb. And yet he would be king on't.

Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly;
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets There's meaning in thy snores.
• the beginning

Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Gon. All things in common nature should produce Must be so too, if heed me; which to do, Without sweat or endeavour; treason, felony,

Trebles thee o'er.
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Seb. Well; I am standing water.
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,

Seb. Do so : to ebb,
To feed my innocent people.

Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Seb. No marrying among his subjects ?

Ant. 0,
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,

Whiles thus you mock'it! how, in stripping it, To excel the golden age.

You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Seb. 'Save his majesty!

Most often do so near the bottom run,
Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

By their own fear, or sloth.
Gon. And, do you mark me, sir? -

Seb. Pry'thee, say on:
Alon.Pr’ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to A matter from thee; and a birth , indeed,
minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such Which throes thee much to yield.
sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to Ant. Thus, sir:
laugh at nothing.

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

(Who shall be of as little memory, Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing When he is earth’d,) hath here almost persuaded to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. (For he's a spirit of persuasion only,) Ånt. What a blow was there given ?

The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible,
Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would Seb. I have no hope lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would con- That he's undrown'd. tinue in it five weeks without changing.

Ant. 0, out of that no hope,
Enter Anier invisible, playing solemn music. What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Another way so high an hope, that even
Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Gon. No, I warrant you ; I will not adventure my But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, That Ferdinand is drown'd? for I am very heavy?

Seb. He's gone.

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Ant. Then, tell me,

Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Who's the next heir of Naples ?

Con. Now, good angels, preserve the king! Seb. Claribel.

[They wake. Ant. She, that is queen of Tunis ; she, that dwells Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you Ten leagues beyond man's life; she, that from Naples drawn? Cau have no note, unless the sun were post, Wherefore this ghastly looking ? (The man i’ the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Gon. What's the matter? Be rough and razorable: she, from whom

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing And by that destin’d to perform an act,

Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you?
Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, It struck mine ear most terribly.
In yours and my discharge.

Alon. I heard nothing. seb. What stuif is this ? — How say you?

Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar
So is she heir of Naples; twixt which regions of a whole herd of lions.
There is some space.

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo?
Ant. A space whose every cubit

Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel And that a strange one too, which did awake me : Measure us back to Naples ? -- Keep in Tunis, I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, And let Sebastian wake! - Say, this were death I saw their weapons drawn :- there was a noise, That now hath seiz’d them; why, they were no worse That's verity: Best stand upon our guard ; Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples, Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further As amply, and unnecessarily,

search As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

For my poor son.
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts !
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this For he is, sure, i' the island.
For your advancement! Do you understand me?

Alon. Lead away.
Seb. Mcthinks, I do.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: Ant. Aud how does your content

[Aside. Tender your own good fortune?

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt.
Seb. I remember,
You did supplant your brother Prospero.

SCENE II. – Another part of the Island.
Ant. True:

Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood.
And, look, how well my garments sit upon me;

A noise of thunder heard.
Much feater than before: My brother's servants Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
Were then my fellows, now they are my men. From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
Seb. But, for your conscience

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
'Twould put me to my slipper : But I feel not Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i’ the mire,
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, For every trifle are they set upon me:
No better than the earth he lies upon,

Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
If he were that, which now he's like; whom I, And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
With this obedient steel, three inches of it, Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I
To the perpetual wink for aye might put

All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now! lo!
Should not upbraid our course.
For all the rest,

Enter Trinculo.
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
They'll tell the clock to any business, that For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
We say befits the hour.

Perchance, he will not mind me.
Seb. Thy case, dear friend,

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one stroke singi'the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay’st; one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his And I the king shall love thee.

liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know Ant. Draw together :

not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot And when I rear my hand, do you

the like,

choose but fall by pailfuls. - What have we here? a To fall it on Gonzalo.

man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish : he smells like a Seb. O, but one word. [They converse apart. fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not

Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible. of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece For else his project dies,) to keep them living. of silver: there would this monster make a man; any

(Sings in Gonzalo's ear. strange beast there makes a man: when they will While you here do snoring lie,

not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay Open-ey'd conspiracy

out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and His time doth take:

his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let If of life you keep a care,

loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fishi, but Shake of slumber, and beware :

an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. Awake! Awake!

(Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way

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is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shel-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, ter here about: Misery acquaints a man with strange thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the meunder the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of storm be past.

the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? 0 Stephano, Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand. two Neapolitans 'scap'd ! Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Ste. Pr’ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is Here shall I die a-shore ;

not constaut. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, I will kneel to him. The gunner, and his mate,

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam’st thou hiLou'd Mall, Meg, and Marian , and Margery, ther? swear by this bottle, how thou cam’st hither. But none of us car'd for Kate:

I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved For she had a tongue with a tang,

over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark Would cry to a sailor, Go hang:

of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast aShe lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,

shore. Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she diditch: Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true sub

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. ject; for the liquor is not earthly.
This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst.

[Drinks. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim Cal. Do not torment me:0!

like a duck, I'll be sworn. Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of In- like a duck, thou art made like a goose. de? Ha! I have not’scap'd drowning, to be afeard now Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this ? of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give the sea-side, where my wineis hid.—How now, ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano calf? how does thine ague? breathes at nostrils.

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Cal. The spirit torments me: 0!

Ste. Out o'the moon, I do assure thee:I was the man Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; in the moon, when time was. who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the de- Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My vil should he learn our language? I will give him mistress shewed me thee, thy dog, and bush. some relief, if it be but for that: If I can recover him, Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furand keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's nish it anon with new contents : swear! a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's- Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monleather.

ster :- I afeard of him? a very weak monster:-the Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee; I'll bring my wood man i’ the moon ?-a most poor credulous monster :home faster.

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

Ste. Come on then; down, and swear! Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyI know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon headed monster: A most scarvy monster! I could thee.

find in my heart to beat him,Ste. Come on your ways ; open your mouth: here is Ste. Come, kiss! that which will give language to you, cat; open your

Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink: An mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, abominable monster! and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee open your chaps again.

berries; Trin. I should know that voice : It should be — But he I'll fish for thee; and get thee wood enough. is drowned; and these are devils: 0! defend me!- A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate mon- I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, ster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his Thoa wond'rous man. friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, Trin, A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover of a poor drunkard. him, I will help his ague: Come, — Amen! I will pour Cal. I pr’ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; some in thy other mouth.

And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Trin. Stephano,

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

Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Trin. Stephano !-- if thou beest Stephano, touch me, Ste. I pr’ythee now, lead the way, without any and speak to me;for I am Trinculo ;--benot afeard,- more talking.–Trinchlo, the king and all our comthy good friend Trinculo.

pany else being drowned, we will inherit here.Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth ; I'll pull thee Here; bear my bottle ! Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are him by and by again. they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam’st Cal. Farewell, inaster; farewell, farewell! thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent

(Sings drunkenly. Trinculos?

Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster! Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke:- Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;


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Mira. 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 'Ban, 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, freedom

(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish Ste. O brave monster! lead the way! [Exeunt. 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
SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell. Therein forget.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

Fer. I am, in my condition,
Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;

(I would, not so!) and would no more endure
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness This wooden slavery, than I would suffer
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak:
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be The very instant that I saw you, did
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but

My heart fly to your service; there resides,
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, To make me slave to it; and for your sake,
And makes my labours pleasures: 0, she is Am I this patient log-man.
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed; Mira. Do you love me?
And he's composed of harshness. I must' remove Fer. O heaven, o earth, bear witness to this sound,
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, And crown what I profess with kind event,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
Weeps, when she sees me work; and says, such What best is boded me, to mischief! I,

Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget :

Do love, prize, honour you.
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Mira. I am a fool,
Most busy-less, when I do it.

To weep at what I am glad of.
Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Pro. Fair encounter
Mira. Alas, now! pray you,

Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace
Work not so hard ! I would, the lightning had On that which breeds between them!
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile. Fer. Wherefore weep you?
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father What I desire to give; and much less take
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself! What I shall die to want: But this is trifling;
He's safe for these three hours.

And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
Fer. O most dear mistress,

The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful cunning!
The sun will set, before I shall discharge And prompt me, plain and holy innocence !
What I must strive to do.

I am your wife, if you will marry me;
Mira. If you'll sit down,

If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that ; You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, I'll carry it to the pile.

Whether you will or no. Fer. No, precious creature:

Fer. My mistress, dearest, I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, And I thus humble ever. Than you should such dishonour undergo,

Mira. My husband then ? While I sit lazy by.

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing Mira. It would become me

As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
As well as it does you: and I should do it

Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now fare-
With much more ease; for my good will is to it, well,
And yours against.

Till half an hour hence.
Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

Fer. A thousand ! thousand ! [Exeunt Fer. and Mira. This visitation shews it.

Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,
Mira. You look wearily.

Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing
Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, At nothing can be more. I'll to my book;
When you are by at night. I do beseech you, For yet, ere supper time, must I perform
(Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) Much business appertaining.

(Exit. What is

your name? Mira. Miranda : O my father,

SCENE II. Another part of the Island. I have broke your hest to say so!

Enter Stephano and Trisculo; Caliban following Fer. Admir'd Miranda

with a bottle. Indeed, the top of admiration; worth

Ste. Tell not me; — when the butt is out, we will
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up,
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time and board’em : Servant-monster, drink to me!
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Trin. Servant-monster ? the folly of this island !
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are
Have I lik'd several women; never any

three of them; if the other two be brained like us, With so full soul, but some defect in her

the state totters. Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy And put it to the foil: But you, o you,

eyes are almost set in thy head. So perfect, and so peerless, are created

Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a of every creature's best.

brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

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Act III.]

Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
sack; for my part, the sea cannot drown me: 1 Ste. Now, forward with your tale.- Pr’ythee, stand
swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thir- further off!
ty leagues, off and on, by this light.- Thou shalt be Cal. Beat him enough! after a little time,
my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.

I'll beat him too.
Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard. Ste. Stand further! - Come, proceed!
Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; l' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain and yet say nothing neither.

him, Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log beest a good moon-calf.

Batter his skull, or paunch him with

a stake, Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe! Or cut his weazand with thy knife: Remember, I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

First to possess his books; for without them Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish, One spirit to command: They all do hate him, thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk As rootedly as I: Burn but his books; so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a mon- He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them,) strous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster? Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal. Cal. Lo, how he mocks me!wilt thou let him,my lord? And that most deeply to consider, is Trın. Lord, quoth he!- that a monster should be The beauty of his daughter; he himself such a natural!

Calls her a non-pareil : I ne'er saw woman, Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr’ythee. But only Sycorax my dam, and she; Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax, if you prove a mutineer, the next tree - The poor As greatest does least. monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer in- Ste. Is it so brave a lass? dignity.

Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant, Cal. Í thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be 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 daughter.

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

and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys: - Dost Enter Ariel, invisible.

thou like the plot, Trinculo? Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a ty- Trin. Excellent. rant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated Ste. Give me thy hand! I am sorry I beat thee; but, me of this island.

while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head! Ari. Thou liest.

Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep;
Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou ! Wilt thou destroy him then?
I would my valiant master would destroy thee: Ste. Ay, on mine honour.
I do not lie.

Ari. This will I tell my master.
Ste. Trinculo, if yout

a trouble him any more in his tale, Cal. Thon mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. Let us be jocund! Will you troul the catch Trin. Why, I said nothing.

You taught me but while-ere? Ste. Mum then, and no more. [To Caliban. ]| Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any Proceed.

reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing !

[Sings. Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle;

Floutem, and skout'em; and skout'em, and flout'em; From me he got it. If thy greatness will

Thought is free. Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; Cal. That's not the tune. But this thing dare not.

[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. Ste. That's most certain.

Ste. What is this same? Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the

Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Can’st picture of No-body. thou bring me tho the party?

Ste. If thou beest a man, shew thyself in thy likeCal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, ness: if thon beest a devil, take't it 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 patch!- Mercy upon us!
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,

Cal. Art thou afeard ?
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone, Ste. No, monster, not I.
He shall drink nought but brime; for I'll not shew him Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Where the quick freshes are.

Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger! Inter- hurt not. rupt the monster one word further, and, by this Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, stock-fish of thee.

That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll go fur- Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, ther off.

The clouds, methought, would open, and shew riches
Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied ?

Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak’d,
Ari. Thou liest.

I cry'd to dream again.
Ste. Do I so? take thon that. [Strikes him.] As you ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where
like this, give me the lie another time.

I shall have my musick for nothing. Trin. I did not give the lie: - Out o' your wits, Cal. When Prospero is destroyed. and hearing too? - A pox o' your bottle! this can Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story; sack, and drinking do. – A murrain on your mon- Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and ster, and the devil take your fingers !

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