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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
Is it so brave a lass? 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 viceroys :-Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?
Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee: but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep: Wilt thou destroy him then?
Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of plea
Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch
Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason,
any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
Flout 'em, and skout 'em; and skout 'em, and
Cal. That's not the tune.
[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 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
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd,
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me,
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.
SCENE III-Another part of the Island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others.
Gon. By'r lakin,1 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.
Alon. 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. I am right glad that he's so out of hope. [Aside to Sebastian.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
Will we take thoroughly.
The next advantage
Let it be to-night;
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 salutation; and inviting the king, &c. to eat, they depart.
Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends,
Gon. Marvellous sweet music!
Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens !-What were these?
(1) Our lady.
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, And I'll be sworn 'tis true: Travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn them.
If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say I saw such islanders
(For, certes,2 these are people of the island,)
Thou hast said well; for some of you there present,
(Although they want the use of tongue,) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse.
Praise in departing.
Fran. They vanish'd strangely.
No matter, since.
They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.
Will't please you taste of what is here?
Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear: When we were boys,
Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men,
Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we
Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us
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 Hath caused to belch up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown
proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well