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Trin. I did not give thee the lie.

Out o' your wits,

and hearing too?-A pox o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do.-A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther off.

Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,

I'll beat him too.

Ste. Stand farther.-Come, proceed. Cal. Why, as I told thee, 't is a custom with him I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him, Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log

Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
100 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),
105 Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal.
And that most deeply to consider is

The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er saw woman,
But only Sycorax my dam, and she;

110 But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,

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As great'st does least.

Ste. Is it so brave a lass?

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

Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen (save our graces!)—and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys.

Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Dost thou like the plot,

86 thee om. F, added by Hazlitt.

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a woman F, a om. by Pope.

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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.

Ar. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch

You taught me but while-ere?

Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any
Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.

reason,

Flout 'em and scout 'em, and scout '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 Nobody.

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!

140 Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defy thee.-Mercy upon us!

Cal. Art thou afeard?

Ste. No, monster, not I.

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

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

Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, 150 The clouds, methought, would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd,

I cried to dream again.

130 In the first place cout, in the second skowt F.

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

Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.

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

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. -I would I could

160 see this taborer: he lays it on.

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

Exeunt.

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

Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, Sir;
My old bones aches: here's a maze trod, indeed,
Through forth-rights, and meanders! By your patience,
I needs must rest me.

Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, 5 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 10 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. The next advantage

Will we take throughly.

Ant. Let it be to-night;

15 For, now they are oppress'd with travail, they

2 akes F, ake F2, ache most modern Edd. thoroughly.

14 throughly F,

not

Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance,
As when they are fresh.

Seb. I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange music: and PROSPERO on the top, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; and dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

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

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Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens!
these?

Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe

That there are unicorns; that in Arabia

What were

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

Ant. I'll believe both;

25 And what does else want credit, come to me,

And I'll be sworn 't is true. Travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn 'em.

Gon. If in Naples

I should report this now, would they believe me?

If I should say, I saw such islanders

30 (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,

35 Thou hast said well; for some of you there present Are worse than devils.

[Aside.

Alon. I cannot too much muse Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing,

29 Islands F, em. in F2. 32 gentle, kinde F, corr. by Theobald. 33 humaine F.

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

Pro. Praise in departing.
Fran. They vanish'd strangely.

[Aside.

Seb. No matter, since

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

Alon. Not I.

Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,
Who would believe that there were mountaineers,
45 Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men,

Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find
Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
Good warrant of.

Alon. I will stand to, and feed,

50 Although my last: no matter, since I feel

The best is past.-Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand too, and do as we.

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

Ar. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world 55 And what is in 't) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up, and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Alon., Seb., &c. draw their swords. like valour men hang and drown You fools! I and my fellows

And even with such 60 Their proper selves.

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

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of F, on Theobald cj. (Probably Sh. wrote o'); of one for five Thirlby cj. 56 belch up you F, you om. by Theobald.

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