From me he got it. If thy Greatness will

Revenge it on him, for I know thou dar'st,
But this thing dare not.

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it, and I'll ferve thee.
Ste. How now fhall this be compaft?

Canft thou bring me to the Party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my Lord, I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'ft knock a Nail into his Head.

Ari. Thou lieft, thou canst not.

Cal. What a pyde Ninny's this? Thou fcurvy Patch!
I do befeech thy Greatness give him Blows,

And take his Bottle from him; when that's gone,
He'fhall drink nought but Brine, for I'll not fhew 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 no further off.

Ste. Didft thou not say he ly'd:

Ari. Thou lieft.

Ste. Do I fo? Take you that.

As you like this, give me the Lie another time.

[Beats him.

Trin. I did not give thee the Lie; out o' your Wits and Hearing too?

A pox o' your Bottle, this can Sack and Drinking do:
A murrrain on your Monster, and the Devil take your
Fingers.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha.

Ste. Now forward with your Tale; prethee ftand fur ther 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'th' Afternoon to fleep; there thou may'ft 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

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First to poffefs 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 Utenfils, for fo he calls them,
Which when he has an House, he'll deck withal.
And that most deeply to confider, is

The Beauty of his Daughter; he himself
Calls her a Non-pareil: I never faw a Woman
But only Sycorax my Dam, and fhe;

But fhe as far furpaffeth Sycorax

As greateft does the leaft.

Ste. Is it fo brave a Lafs?

Cal. Ay, Lord; he will become thy Bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave Brood.

Ste. Monfter, I will kill this Man: His Daughter and I will be King and Queen, fave our Graces; and Trinculo and thy felf fhall be Vice-Roys.

Doft thou like the Plot, Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy Hand; I am forry I beat thee:

But while thou liv'ft keep a good Tongue in thy Head.
Cal. Within this half Hour will he be afleep;

Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste. Ay, on mine Honour.

Ari. This will I tell my Mafter.

Cal. Thou mak'st me merry; I am full of Pleasure : Let us be jocund. Will you troul the Catch

You taught me but whileare?

Ste. At thy Requeft, Monfter, I will do Reafon, And Reafon: Come on, Trinculo, let us fing.

[Sings.

Flout 'em, and cant 'em; and skont '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 fame?

Trin. This is the Tune of our Catch, plaid by the Pi&ture of No-body.

Ste. If thou be'ft a Man, fhew thy felf in thy Likeness: If thou be'ft a Devil, take't as thou lift.

Trin. Q forgive me my Sin.

D 4

Ste.

Ste. He that dies pays all Debts: I defie thee. Mercy on us.

Cal. Art thou afraid?

Ste. No, Monster, not I.

Cal. Be not afraid; the Ifle is full of Noifes,

Sounds, and fweet Airs, that give Delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling Inftruments
Will hum about mine Ears; and fometimes Voices,
That if I then had wak'd after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,
The Clouds methought would open, and fhew Riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I wak'd

I cry'd to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave Kingdom to me,
Where I shall have my Mufick for nothing.
Cal. When Profpero is deftroy'd.

Ste. That fhall 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 fee this Taborer:

He lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come?

I'll follow Stephano.

SCENE

III.

[Exeunt.

Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,

Francifco, &c.

Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, Sir, My old Bones ake: Here's a Maze trod indeed Through Forth-rights and Meanders: By your Patience, I needs muft reft me.

Alon. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,

Who am my felf attach'd with Weariness

To th' dulling of my Spirits; fit 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 ftray to find, and the Sea mocks
Our fruftrate Search on Land. Well, let him go.

Ant,

Ant. I am right glad that he's fo out of Hope.
Do not, for one Repulfe, forego the Purpose
That you refolv'd t'effect.

Seb. The next Advantage will we take throughly.
Ant. Let it be to Night;

For, now they are opprefs'd with Travel, they
Will not, nor cannot ufe fuch Vigilance
As when they are fresh...

Solemn and ftrange Mufick, and Profpero on the Top invisible. Enter feveral ftrange Shapes, bringing in a Banquet; and dance about it with gentle Actions of Salutations, and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

Seb. I fay to Night: No more.

Alon. What Harmony is this? My good Friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous fweet Mufick!

Alon. Give us kind Keepers, Heav'ns; what are these? Seb. A living Drollery. Now I will believe

That there are Unicorns; that in Arabia

There is one Tree, the Phoenix Throne, one Phonix
At this Hour reigning there.

Ant. I'll believe both:

And what does elfe want Credit, come to me,

And I'll be fworn 'tis true.

Travellers ne'er did lie,

Though Fools at home condemn 'em.

Gon. If in Naples

I fhould report this now, would they believe me?
If I should fay I faw fuch Iflanders:

(For certes these are People of the Island)

Who tho' they are of monftrous Shape, yet note
Their Manners are more gentle kind, than of
Our human Generation you fhall find

Many, nay, almost any.

Pro. Honeft Lord,

Thou haft faid well; for fome of

you

there present

Are worse than Devils.

Alon. I cannot too much mufe,

Such Shapes, fuch Gefture, and fuch Sound, expreffing,
Although they want the ufe of Tongue, a kind

Of excellent dumb Difcourfe.

Pro. Praise in departing.

Fra

Fra. They vanish'd ftrangely.

Seb. No matter, fince

They have left their Viands behind; for we have Stomachs. Wilt 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,
Dew-lapt like Bulls, whofe Throats had hanging at 'em
Wallets of Flesh? or that there were fuch Men

Whofe Heads ftood in their Breafts? which now we find
Each Putter out of five for one will bring us
Good warrant of.

Alon. I will ftand to, and feed,

Although my laft; vo matter, fince I feel

The beft is paft. Brother, my Lord, the Duke,
Stand to, and do as we.

Thunder and Lightning.

Enter Ariel like a Harpy, claps his

Wings upon the Table, and with a queint Device the Ban quet vanishes.

Ari. You are three Men of Sin, whom Deftiny,
That hath to Inftruments this lower World,
And what is in't, the never-furfeited Sea
Hath caus'd to belch you up; and on this Island,
Where Man doth not inhabit, you 'mong ft Men
Being moft unfit to live: I have made you mad;
And even with fuch like Valour Men hang and drown
Their proper felves: You Fools, I and my Fellows
Are Minifters of Fate; the Elements

Of whom your Swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud Winds, or with bemockt-at Stabs
Kill the ftill clofing Waters, as diminish

One Dowle that's in my Plume: My Fellow-minifters
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,

Your Swords are now too maffie for your Strength,
And will not be up-lifted. But remember,
For that's my Bufinefs to you, that you three
From Millan did fupplant good Profpero;
Expos'd unto the Sea, which hath requit it,
Him and his innocent Child: For which foul Deed
The Powers delaying, not forgetting, have

Incens'd