Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger; interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stockfish of thee. Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off. Ste. Didst thou not say, he ly'd? Ste. Do I so? Take thou that. 190 [Beats him. As you like this, give me the lie another time. Trin. I did not give thee the lie:-Out o' your wits, and hearing too?A pox of 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. Pr'ythee stand further off. 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 custom with him I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st 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, 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 hath brave utensils (for so he calls them) 210 Which, Which, when he has an house, he'll deck withal. The beauty of his daughter; he himself As greatest does least. Ste. Is it so brave a lass ? 220 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 vice-roys :-Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? Trin. Excellent. Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou liv'st, 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 mak'st 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, monster, I will do reason, any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings. 240 Flout 'em, and skout 'em; andskout 'em, and flout em; Thought is free. Cal. That's not the tune. [ARIEL plays the tune [on a tabor and pipe. Trin. Trin. This is the tune of our catch, play'd by the picture of nobody. Ste. If thou be'st a man, shew thyself in thy likeness if thou be'st 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 affeard? Ste. No, monster, not I. Cal. Be not affeard; the isle is full of noises, 251 Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd. Ste. That shall be by and bye: I remember the story. And after do our work. Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. could see this taborer: he lays it on. -I wou'd, I 270 Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE III. Changes to another part of the island. Enter ALONZO, SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, &c. 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. 280 Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Do, not for one repulse, forego the purpose Seb. The next advantage Will we take thoroughly. Ant. Let it be to-night; For now they are oppress'd with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance, Seb. I say, to-night: no more. F 290 Solemn Solemn and strange music; and Prospero on the top, 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. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet music! 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, 300 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? (For, certes, these are people of the island) Who though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, Many, nay almost any. Pro. Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you Are worse than devils. Alon. I cannot too much muse, 310 |