Ste.

Trin.

Ste.

Cal.

Ste.

Ari.

Cal.

Ste.

Cal.

And bring thee forth brave brood.

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? Excellent.

Give me thy hand : I am sorry I beat thee;
but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in
thy head.

Within this half hour will he be asleep:
Wilt thou destroy him then?

This will I tell my master.

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Ay, on mine honour.

Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure: Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch

You taught me but while-ere?

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

Flout 'em and scout 'em

And scout 'em and flout 'em ;
Thought is free.

That's not the tune.

[Sings.

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[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. 140 Mercy upon us!

Cal. Art thou afeard?

Ste.

Cal.

Ste.

Cal.

Ste.

No, monster, not I.

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.

This will prove a brave kingdom to me,
where I shall have my music for nothing.
When Prospero is destroyed.

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.

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Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I 160 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

Alon.

Through forth-rights and meanders! By your

patience,

I needs must rest me.

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, &c., to eat, they depart.

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were