This ancient Moral, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our courfe. For all the reft,
They'll take fuggeftion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any bufinefs, that,
We fay, befits the hour.

Seb. Thy cafe, dear friend,

Shall be my precedent: as thou got'ft Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy fword; one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'ft;
And I the King fhall love thee.

Ant. Draw together:

And when I rear my hand, do

To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word

you the like

Enter Ariel, with Mufick and Song,

Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the danger, That you his friend, are in; and fends me forth. (For elle his project dies) to keep them living.

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[Sings in Gonzalo's Ear.

While you bere do fnoaring lye,

Open-ey'd confpiracy.

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off lumber and beware:
Awake! awake!

5 This ancient MORSEL, this Sir Prudencé, &c.] But why morfel? How does this characterife the perfon fpoken of? We must read, This ancient MORA L.

i. e. this man of old fashioned honefty, for fuch is his Character. -An ancient moral is almost proverbial, in the mouths of licentious people, to fignify, morals too fevere, and not fit for the times. This way of fpeaking is familiar with our Author. Rom. & Jul. And why my Lady Wisdom? hold your tongue, good Prudence.

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6 -to keep them living.] i. e. Alonzo and Antonio; for it was on their lives that his project depended. Yet the Oxford Editor alters them, to you, because in the verfe before, it is faid bis -you friend; as if, because Ariel was fent forth to fave his friend, he could not have another purpose in fending him, viz. to fave his project too.

Ant.

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.

Gon. Now, good angels preferve the King!

[They wake.

Alon. Why, how now, ho? awake? why are you

drawn?

Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. While we stood here fecuring your repofe, Ev'n now we heard a hollow burft of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did 't not wake you? It ftrook mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake: fure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions,

Alon. Heard you this?

Gon. Upon my honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me. I fhak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I faw their weapons drawn: there was a noife, That's verity. 'Tis best we ftand on guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make further search

For my poor fon.

Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these beasts! For he is, fure, i'th' ifland.

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have done. So, King, go fafely on to feek thy fon.

[Exeunt,

SCENE

Changes to another part of the land.

Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noife of thunder,

Cal. "

beard.

ALL the infections, that the fun fucks

<6 up,

"From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make "him

By inch-meal a disease! his fpirits hear me,

"And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll not pinch,

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Fright me with urchin fhews, pitch me i' th' mire, "Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark "Out of my way, unless he bid 'em ; but "For every trifle are they fet upon me. "Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me, "And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which "Lye tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount "Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I "All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues "Do hifs me into madness. Lo! now! lo!

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a fpi'rit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in flowly. I'll fall flat;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bufh nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all, and another ftorm brewing; I hear it fing i' th' wind: yond fame black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor. If it fhould thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond fame cloud

7 Looks like a foul Bambard.] A large Veffel for holding Drink, as well as the Piece of Ordnance fo call'd. Mr. Theobald.

cannot

cannot chuse but fall by pailfuls-What have we here, a man or a fifh? dead or alive? a fifh; he smells like a fish: a very ancient and fifh-like smell. A kind of, not of the neweft, Poor John: a ftrange fish! "Were I in England now, as once I was, and had "but this fish painted, not an holiday-fool there but "would give a piece of filver. There would this "monster make a man; 8 any strange beast there "makes a man; when they will not give a doit to "relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a “dead Indian.” Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! warm, o'my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer, this is no fifh, but an Islander that hath lately fuffer'd by a thunder-bolt. Alas! the ftorm is come again. My best way is to creep under his gaberdine: there is no other fhelter hereabout; "mifery acquaints a man with ftrange "bed-fellows:" I will here fhrowd, 'till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter Stephano, finging.

Ste. I fball no more to fea, to fea, here fhall I die a-fhore. This is a very fcurvy tune to fing at a man's funeral; well, here's my comfort. [Drinks. Sings. The mafter, the fwabber, the boatfwain and 1, The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margery,

8 Any frange beaft there makes a man ;] I cannot but think this Satire very juft upon our Countrymen: who have been always very ready to make Denifons of the whole Tribe of the Pitheci, and compliment them with the Donum Civitatis, as appears by the names in use. Thus Monkey, which, the Etymologifts tell us, comes from Monkin, Monikin, homunculus. Baboon, from Babe, the termination denoting addition and increment, a large Babe. Mantygre fpeaks its original. And when they have brought their Sirnames with them from their native Country, as Ape, the common people have as it were Chriften'd them by the addition of Jack-an-Ape.

But

But none of us car'd for Kate;
For he had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a failor, go hang:

She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a taylor might fcratch her, where-e'er she did itch.
Then to fea, boys, and let her go bang.

This is a fcurvy tune too; but here's my comfort. [Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me, oh!

Ste. What's the matter? 9 have we devils here? do you put tricks upon's with falvages, and men of Inde? ha? I have not fcap'd drowning, to be afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been faid, As proper a man, as ever went upon four legs, cannot make him give ground; and it fhall be faid fo again, while Stephano breathes at his noftrils.

Cal. The fpirit torments me: oh!

Ste. This is fome monster of the isle with four legs, who has got, as I take it, an ague: where the devil fhould he learn our language? I will give him fomé relief, if it be but for that: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a prefent for any Emperor that ever trod on neatsleather.

Cal. Do not torment me, p'rythee; I'll bring my 'wood home faster.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wifeft: he fhall tafte of my bottle. If he never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit; if

9 Have we devils here? Salvages and men of Inde? your four legs;] All this is a pleasant ridicule of Maundevile's relations in his Voyages. Who pretended to have traveled thro' an enchaunted Vale clepen the vale of Develes, which Vale, fays he, is alle fulle of Develes, and hathe ben alle weys. And Men feyn there, that it is on of the entrees of Helle. The fame Author likewife in his account of the Salvages and Men of Inde has tranfcribed, as of his own knowledge, all the fables of Pliny concerning men with long Ears, one Eye, one Foot, without Heads, &c.