ARI. Thou liest; thou canst not.

CAL. What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch! I 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 o' doors and make a stock-fish of thee.

TRIN. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.

STE. Didst thou not say he lied?

ARI. Thou liest.

STE. Do I so? take thou that. [Beats TRIN.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.

TRIN. I did not give the lie. Out o' your wits and hearing too? A pox o' your

sack and drinking do.

bottle! this can

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, 'tis a custom with him, I'th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him, Having first seized 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 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: I never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam and she;

But she as far surpasseth Sycorax

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. 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 makest 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 reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings. 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!

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, 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 waked 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 waked, I cried to dream again.

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 see this taborer; he lays it on.

TRIN. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Another part of the island.

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

GON. By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;
My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed
Through forth-rights and meanders!

I needs must rest me.

ALON.

By your Lpatience,

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. [Aside to SEB.] I am right glad that he's
so out of hope.

Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolved to effect.

SEB.

[Aside to ANT.] The next advantage

Will we take throughly.

ANT.

[Aside to SEB.] 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. [Aside to ANT.] I say, to-night: no more. [Solemn and strange music. ALON. What harmony is this? My good friends,

hark!

GON. Marvellous sweet music!

Enter PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, etc., to eat, they depart.

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 phoenix' 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 'em.

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.

PROS.

[Aside] Honest lord,

Thou hast said well; for some of

you there present