Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst

thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep,

Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.
Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.

Cal. What a pied ninny's this*! Thou scurvy patch!

I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him; when that's gone,
He shall drink nought butbrine; for I'll not show him
Where the quick freshest are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger; interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stockfish of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.

Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?
Ari. Thou liest.

Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.

Trin. I did not give the lie:-Out o' your wits, and hearing too?-A pox o' your bottle! this can sack, and drinking do.--A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee stand further 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' the afternoon to sleep there thou may'st brain

him,

Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log

* Alluding to Trinculo's party-coloured dress. † Springs.

Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand* with thy knife: Remember,
First to possess 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 utensils (for so he calls them),
Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal.
And that most deeply to consider, is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er saw woman,

But only Sycorax my dam, and she;

But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,

As greatest does least.

Ste.

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 ?

Trin. Excellent.

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?

Ste.

Ay, on mine honour.

Ari. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of plea

sure;

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 skout'em; and skout '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 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.

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, Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your pa

tience,

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

That you resolv'd to effect.
Seb.

Will we take thoroughly.
Ant.

The next advantage

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.

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 gen. tle actions of salutation; and inviting the king, &c. to eat, they depart.

* Our lady.

Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends,

hark!

Gon. Marvellous sweet musick!

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 phœnix' throne; one phenix

At this hour reigning there.

Ant.

I'll believe botlı:

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.

Gon.

If in Naples

I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say I saw such islanders

(For, certest, 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.

Honest lord,

Thou hast said well; for some of you there present,

Are worse than devils.

Alon.

[Aside.

I cannot too much muset, Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing (Although they want the use of tongue), a kind

- Of excellent dumb discourse.

Pro.

Praise in departing. [Aside.

Fran. They vanish'd strangely.
Seb.

No mattter, since

They have left their viands behind; for we have

stomachs.

Will't please you taste of what is here?

Alon.

Not I.

Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear: When we were

boys,

* Show. + Certainly. ‡ Wonder.

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