Ari. Thou liest.

Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou: I would my valiant master would destroy thee! I do not lie.

Steph. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.

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Steph. Mum, then, and no more.

Proceed.

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

From me he got it.
Revenge it on him,

If thy greatness will

for I know thou darest,

But this thing dare not,

Steph. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.

Steph. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep, 60 Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.

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.

Steph. 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. 70

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off. Steph. Didst thou not say he lied?

Ari. Thou liest.

Steph. Do I so? take thou that. [Beats Trinculo.] 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 plague o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking

do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

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

Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time

I'll beat him too.

Steph.

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.

Steph.

Is it so brave a lass?

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

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Steph. 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.

Steph. 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?

ΙΙΟ

Steph.
Ari.

Ay, on mine honour.

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?

Steph. 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.

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[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.

Steph. What is this same?

Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.

Steph. 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!

Steph. He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy

upon us!

Cal. Art thou afeard?

Steph. 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

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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.

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

Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.

Steph. 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.

Steph. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see this taborer; he lays it on.

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

SCENE III. Another part of the island.

[Exeunt.

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! By your patience, I needs must rest me.

Alon.

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.

ΙΟ

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

hope.

Do not, for one repulse, forgo 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.
My good friends, hark!

Alon. What harmony is this?
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, &c. 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

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

Alon.

I cannot too much muse

Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing,
Although they want the use of tongue, a kind

Of excellent dumb discourse.

Pros. [Aside.]

Praise in departing.

No matter, since

Fran. They vanish'd strangely.

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Seb. 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