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
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand1 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 nonpareil: 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,

(1) Throat.

[Sings.

any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.

Flout'em, and skout 'em; and skout 'em, and

Aout '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.

i

SCENE III.-Another part of the Island. En-
ter 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.

The next advantage
Will we take thoroughly.
Ant.
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 gentle actions of salutation; 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?

(1) Our lady.

C2

Seb. A living drollery:1 Now I will believe,

That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phœnix' throne; one phœnix

At this hour reigning there.

I'll believe both:

Ant.

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, certes, 2 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 muse,3 Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, ex

pressing

(Although they want the use of tongue,) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse.

Pro.

Praise in departing.

Fran. They vanish'd strangely.

Seb.

[Aside.

No matter, 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,

Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging

at them

Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men,

(1) Show. (2) Certainly. (3) Wonder.

.

Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we

find,

Each putter-out on five for one, 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,
Stand too, and do as we.

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

Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate; the elements
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 dowle1 that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,
And will not be uplifted: But, remember
(For that's my business to you,) that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
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 the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,

(1) Down.