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From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him, for I know thou dar'ft,
But this thing dares not.

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll ferve thee.
Ste. How fhall this be compaft? canft thou bring me to
the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord, I'll yield him thee afleep,
Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.

Ari. Thou lieft, thou canst not.

Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? thou fcurvy patch!
I do befeech thy greatnefs, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him; when that's gone,
He shall drink nought but brine, for I'll not fhew 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 o' doors, and make a ftock-fifh of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.

Ste. Didft thou not fay he ly'd?

Ari, Thou lieft.

Ste. Do I fo? take thou that.

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

[Beats bim.

Trin. I did not give thee the lie; out o' your wits and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle! this can fack and drinking do: a murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

off.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha,

Ste. Now forward with your tale; pr'ythee stand further

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 cuftom with him
I'th' afternoon to fleep; there thou may'st brain him,
Having firft feiz'd 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 poffefs his books; for without them
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He's

He's but a fot, as I am; and hath not

One spirit to command. They all do hate him
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books;
He has brave utenfils, for fo he calls them,
Which, when he has an houfe, he'll deck't withal,
And that moft deeply, to confider, is

The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er faw woman
But only Sycorax my dam, and her;
But fhe as far furpaffes Sycorax

As greateft does the leaft.

Ste. Is it fo brave a lafs?

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

Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be King and Queen, fave our Graces: and Trincule and thyself shall be Vice-Roys. Doft thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand; I am forry I beat thee: but while thou liv'ft, keep a good tongue in thy head.

Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep;

Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste. Ay, on my honour.

Ari. This will I tell my mafter.

Cal. Thou mak'ft me merry; I am full of pleasure; Let us be jocund. Will you troul the catch

You taught me but while-ere ?

-Ste. At thy request, monfter, I will do reafon, any

reafon: come on, Trinculo, let us fing.

[Sings.

Flout 'em, and fkout 'em; and fkout 'em, and flout 'em; thought is free.

Cat. That's not the tune.

[Ariel plays the tune on a Tabor and Pipe.

Ste. What is this fame?

Trin. This is the tune of our catch, plaid by the picture of no-body.

Ste. If thou be'ft a man, fhew thyfelf in thy likeness; if thou be'ft a devil, take't as thou lift.

Trin. O forgive me my fins!

Ste. He that dies pays all debts: I defie thee. Mercy upon us!

Cal. Art thou afraid?

Ste. No, monfter, not I.

Cal. Be not afraid; the ifle is full of noises,

Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twanging inftruments
Will hum about mine ears; and fometimes voices,
That if I then had wak'd after long fleep,

Will make me fleep again; and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and fhew riches
Ready to drop upon me; when I wak'd,

I cry'd to dream again.

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

Cal. When Profpero is destroy'd.

Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the ftory. Trin. The found is going away let's follow it, and after do our work.

Ste. Lead, monfter; we'll follow. I would I could fee this taborer. He lays it on.

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

SCENE III. Changes again.

[Exeunt

Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
Francifco, &c.

Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, Sir,
My old bones ake: here's a maze trod indeed
Through forth-rights and meanders: by your patience,
I needs muft reft me.

Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee,

Who am my self attach'd with weariness
To th' dulling of my fpirits: fit down and reft.
Ev'n here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatt'rer: he is drown'd,
Whom thus we ftray to find, and the fea mocks
Our fruftrate fearch on land. Well, let him go.
Ant. I am right glad that he's fo out of hope.

[Afide to Seb. Do not, for one repulfe, forego the purpose That you refolv'd t' effect.

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Seb,

Seb. The next advantage.. Will we take throughly.

Ant. Let it be to-night;

For, now they are opprefs'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot ufe fuch Vigilance
As when they're fresh.

Seb. I fay to-night: no more.

Solemn and frange Mufick, and Profpero on the top invisible. Enter feveral frange fhapes, bringing in a banquet; and dance about it with gentle actions of falutation, and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark!
Gon. Marvellous fweet mufick!

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heaven! what are 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 elfe want credit, come to me,
And I'll be fworn 'tis true. Travellers ne'er lied,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.

Gon. If in Naples

I fhould report this now, would they believe me?
If I fhould fay I faw fuch iflanders:

(For certes thefe are people of the island)

Who tho' they are of monftrous fhapes, yet note
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of
Our human generation you fhall find

Many; nay, almost any,

Pro. Honeft lord,

Thou haft faid well; for fome of you there prefent

Are worse than devils.

Alon. I cannot too much mufe,

Such fhapes, fuch gefture, and fuch found, expreffing (Although they want the ufe of tongue) a kind

Of excellent dumb difcourfe.

Pro. Praife in departing.

Fran. They vanish'd ftrangely,
Seb. 'Tis no matter, finee

They've

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

Ant. Not I.

Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapt like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of flesh? or that there were fuch men, Whofe heads ftood in their breafts? which now we find Each putter out on five for one will bring us

Good warrant of.

Alon. I will ftand to, and feed,

Although my laft; no matter, fince I feel
The best is past. Brother, my lord the Duke,
Stand to, and do as we.

SCENE IV. Thunder and lightning.
Enter Ariel like a harpy, claps his wings upon the table,
and with a queint device the banquet vanishes.
Ari. You are three men of fin, whom destiny
(That hath to inftrument this lower world,
And what is in't) the never-furfeited fea
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;
And ev❜n with fuch like valour men hang and drown
Their proper felves. You fools, I and my fellows
[They draw their fwords,

Are minifters of fate; the elements
Of which your fwords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemockt-at ftabs
Kill the ftill-clofing waters, as diminish

One down that's in my plume: my fellow-minifters
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your fwords are now too maffie for your ftrengths,
And will not be up-lifted. But remember,

* It was a custom heretofore for people upon their going forth to travel to put out fums of money upon contracts to receive the fame back with increafe upon their return: which increase bore a proportion to the length and danger of the voyages they undertook; and upon those which were very long and very hazardous it fometimes rofe to 500 per cent. See Ben Johnson. Every man out of his humour. Alt.3. st. 3. See alfo Morifon's Itinerary, Part 1. p. 198.

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