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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 120
thy head.

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

This will I tell my master.

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.



[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.

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!

[blocks in formation]

Ste. No, monster, not I.

Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt







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, 151
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


The sound is going away; let's follow it, and after do our work.

Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I 160 could see this taborer; he lays it on.

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



Another part of the island.

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others.


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


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.

Let it be to-night;

Ant. [Aside to Seb.]

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! 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



A living drollery. Now I will believe


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