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 troll 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. Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em ; Thought is free. Cal. That's not the tune. [ARIEL plays a tune on a Tabor and Pipe. Ste. What is this same ? Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of No-body. 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.Mercy upon us! Cal. Art thou afeard? Ste. 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 Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes' 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 show 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 music for nothing. Cal. When Prospero is destroyed. Ste. 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. Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt. 1 sometime: in f. e. SCENE III-Another part of the Island. Gon. By'r la'kin,' I can go no farther, sir; Alon. To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. [Aside to SEBASTIAN. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose Seb. Will we take thoroughly. Ant. The next advantage Let it be to-night; For now they are oppress'd with travel, they As when they are fresh. Seb. I say, to-night: no more. [Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet: they dance about it with gentle actions of salutations; 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. I'll believe both; Ant. And I'll be sworn 't is true: travellers ne'er did lie, 1 By our lady-kin. 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, Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find Many, nay, almost any. Pro. [Aside.] Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present, Are worse than devils. Alon. 2 I cannot too much muse, [ing Such shapes, such gestures,' and such sounds, express(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Pro. [Aside.] Praise in departing. Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb. No matter, since They have left their viands behind, for we have sto Who would believe that there were mountaineers them Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now, we find, Each putter-out of five for one3 will bring us Good warrant of. Alon. I will stand to, and feed, Although my last: no matter, since I feel The best is past.-Brother, my lord the duke, Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy, claps his wings upon the table, and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in 't) the never-surfeited sea 1 gesture: in f. e. 2 sound in f. e. 3 A custom of old travellers to put out a sum of money at interest, at the outset of a journey, for which they received at the rate of five to one, if they returned. Hath caused to belch up, and on this island [ALON., SEB., &c., draw their Swords. Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle3 that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, (For that's my business to you) that you three Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mocks and mowes, and carry out the table. Pro. [Above.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring. Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadst to say so, with good life Their several kinds have done. My high charms work, In their distractions: they now are in my power; 1 f. e. insert here this direction: Seeing ALON., SEB., &c., draw their Swords. 2 Omitted in f. e. 3 A feather or particle of down. 4 Aside: in f..e. Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drown'd) And his and my lov'd darling. [Exit PROSPERO. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper it did base my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded. Seb. I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. I'll be thy second. [Exit. But one fiend at a time, [Exeunt SEB. and ANT. Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the spirits.—I do beseech you, That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly, May now provoke them to. Adr. Follow, I pray you. ACT IV. SCENE I.-Before PROSPERO'S Cell. [Exeunt. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. Have given you here a thread' of mine own life, I tender to thy hand. All thy vexations Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, Do not smile at me that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, Fer. Against an oracle. I do believe it, Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition VOL. I.-5 1 third in f. e. |