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Trin. Lord, quoth he! that a monster should be fuch a natural!

Cal. Lo, lo, again; bite him to death, I pr’ythee,

Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head ; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree the poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

"Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the fuit I made to thee?

Ste. Marry will I; kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so Ihall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invisible. Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a forcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the Hand.

Ari. Thou liest.

Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou; I would my valiant master would destroy thee; I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand I will supplant some of your

teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing. Ste: Mum then, and no more; proceed.

Cal. I say, by forcery he got this Ine,
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him, for I know thou dar'ft,
But this thing 6 'dares' not;

Ste. That's most certain.
Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.

Ste. How shall this be compaft? canst thou bring mo 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 lieft, thou canst not.

Cal. What a py'd 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 6 dare

He shall drink nought but brine, for I'll not shew him Where the quick freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger : interrupt the monfter 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 further off.

Ste. Didst thou not say he ly'd ?
Ari. Thou liest.
Ste. Do I so? take thou that.

[Beats bim. As you like this, give me the lie another time,

Trin. I did not give thee the lie; out o' your wits and hearing too? A pox o'your bottle ! this can fack 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 Pll beat him too.

Ste. Stand further. Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him I'th' 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 wezand with thy knife. Remember First to poffess his books; for without them He's but a sot, as I am; and 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 an house, he'll deck’t withal. And that most deeply to consider, is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a non-pareil : I ne'er faw woman But only Sycorax my dam, and ? 'her; But she as far surpasses Sycorax

As 7 the ;

As greatest does the 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, fave our Graces: and Trinculo and thy self shall be Vice-Roys. Doft thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee: but while thou liv'st, keep a good tongue in thy head.

Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep;
Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste. Ay, on my honour.
Ari. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou mak’ft me merry; I am full of pleasure ;
Let us be jocund. Will you troul 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 fame?

Trin. This is the tune of our catch, plaid by the picture of no-body

Ste. If thou be'st a man, shew thy self in thy likeness ; if thou be'st a devil, take't as thou list.

Trin. O forgive me my sins!
Ste. He that dies pays all debts: I defie thee. Mercy

upon us !

Cal. Art thou afraid?
Ste. No, monster, not I.

Cal. Be not afraid; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twanging inftruments
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 shew riches
Ready to drop upon me; when I wak’d,
I cry'd to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I
Thall have my musick for nothing.

Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd.
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.

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Changes again.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,

Francisco, &c.
Y'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 must reft me.

Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am my self attach'd with weariness
To th'dulling of my spirits : sit down and rest.
Ev’n here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatt'rer : 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.

[Afide to Seb. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose

resolv'd t'effect. Seb. The next advantage


That you

Will we take throughly.

Ant. Let it be to-night ;
For, now they are oppress’d with travel, they
Wil not, nor cannot, use such Vigilance
As when they're fresh.

Seb. I say to-night: no more.
Solemn and strange Musick, and Prospero on the top invi-

fible. Enter several strange hapes, bringing in a ban-
quet; and dance about it with gentle actions of saluta-
tion, and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.
Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark!
Gon. Marvellous sweet musick !
Alon. Give us kind keepers, heaven! what are these?

Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe
That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree the phenix' throne, one phenix
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 lied,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.

Gon. If in Naples
I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say I saw fuch islanders;
(For certes these are people of the island)
Who tho' 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 haft said well; for some of you there present
Are worse than devils.

Alon. I cannot too much muse,
Such shapes, fuch gesture, and such sound, expressing
(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.


8 ne'er did lie,

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