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Seb. Foul weather? Ant. Very foul.

Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, -
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; no use of service,
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,
Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation; all men idle, all;

And women too; but innocent and pure:
No sovereignty :·


Seb. And yet he would be king on't.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour; treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying among his subjects?
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection "govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.

Seb. 'Save his majesty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo !

Gon. And, do you mark me, sir? — Alon.Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing."

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. Ant. What a blow was there given? Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter ARIEL invisible, playing solemn music. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?

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[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

Seb. Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not
Myself disposed to sleep.

Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;

They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?- No more :-
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What, art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?,
Seb. I do; and, surely,

It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep

With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

Ant. Noble Sebastian,

Thou let'st thy fortune sleep die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.

Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores.

* Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.

Seb. Well; I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do so: to ebb,

Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant. 0,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or sloth.
Seb. Pry'thee, say on:

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.
Ant. Thus, sir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
(Who shall be of as little memory,
When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded
(For he's a spirit of persuasion only,)
The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible,
That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims.
Seb. I have no hope
That he's undrown'd.

Ant. O, out of that no hope,

What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me,
That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Seb. He's gone.

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Ant. Then, tell me,

Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Who's the next heir of Naples ?

Con. Now, good angels, preserve the king! Seb. Claribel.

[They wake. Ant. She, that is queen of Tunis ; she, that dwells Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you Ten leagues beyond man's life; she, that from Naples drawn? Cau have no note, unless the sun were post, Wherefore this ghastly looking ? (The man i’ the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Gon. What's the matter? Be rough and razorable: she, from whom

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing And by that destin’d to perform an act,

Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you?
Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, It struck mine ear most terribly.
In yours and my discharge.

Alon. I heard nothing. seb. What stuif is this ? — How say you?

Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar
So is she heir of Naples; twixt which regions of a whole herd of lions.
There is some space.

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo?
Ant. A space whose every cubit

Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel And that a strange one too, which did awake me : Measure us back to Naples ? -- Keep in Tunis, I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, And let Sebastian wake! - Say, this were death I saw their weapons drawn :- there was a noise, That now hath seiz’d them; why, they were no worse That's verity: Best stand upon our guard ; Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples, Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further As amply, and unnecessarily,

search As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

For my poor son.
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts !
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this For he is, sure, i' the island.
For your advancement! Do you understand me?

Alon. Lead away.
Seb. Mcthinks, I do.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: Ant. Aud how does your content

[Aside. Tender your own good fortune?

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt.
Seb. I remember,
You did supplant your brother Prospero.

SCENE II. – Another part of the Island.
Ant. True:

Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood.
And, look, how well my garments sit upon me;

A noise of thunder heard.
Much feater than before: My brother's servants Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
Were then my fellows, now they are my men. From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
Seb. But, for your conscience

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
'Twould put me to my slipper : But I feel not Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i’ the mire,
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, For every trifle are they set upon me:
No better than the earth he lies upon,

Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
If he were that, which now he's like; whom I, And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
With this obedient steel, three inches of it, Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I
To the perpetual wink for aye might put

All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now! lo!
Should not upbraid our course.
For all the rest,

Enter Trinculo.
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
They'll tell the clock to any business, that For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
We say befits the hour.

Perchance, he will not mind me.
Seb. Thy case, dear friend,

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one stroke singi'the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay’st; one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his And I the king shall love thee.

liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know Ant. Draw together :

not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot And when I rear my hand, do you

the like,

choose but fall by pailfuls. - What have we here? a To fall it on Gonzalo.

man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish : he smells like a Seb. O, but one word. [They converse apart. fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not

Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible. of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece For else his project dies,) to keep them living. of silver: there would this monster make a man; any

(Sings in Gonzalo's ear. strange beast there makes a man: when they will While you here do snoring lie,

not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay Open-ey'd conspiracy

out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and His time doth take:

his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let If of life you keep a care,

loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fishi, but Shake of slumber, and beware :

an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. Awake! Awake!

(Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way

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is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter here about: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die a-shore ;

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral:
Well, here's my comfort.
The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate:
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang:
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch:
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort.


Cal. Do not torment me: O! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me: O!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some 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 present for any emperor that ever trod on neat'sleather.

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

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him: he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon


Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth: here is that which will give language to you, cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

Trin. I should know that voice: It should be - But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me! Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine inmy bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come,-Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.

Trin. Stephano,

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

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Trin. Stephano!- if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke:

But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!

Ste. Prythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is

not constaut.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him.

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid.-How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My mistress shewed me thee, thy dog, and bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear! Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster:-I afeard of him? a very weak monster:-the man i' the moon?-a most poor credulous monster :— Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o' the island; And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god! Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear! Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,Ste. Come, kiss!

Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink: An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;

I'll fish for thee; and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thoa wond'rous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here.Here; bear my bottle! Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!

[Sings drunkenly. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster! Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish ;

Nor fetch in firing

Mira. I do not know At requiring,

One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
'Ban 'Ban, Ca-Caliban,

More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
Has a new master-Get a new man. And my dear father: how features are abroad,
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,.
hey, freedom

(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish Ste. O brave monster! lead the way! [Exeunt. Any companion in the world but you;

Nor can imagination form a shape,

Besides yourself, to like of: But I prattle

Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell. Therein forget.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

Fer. I am, in my condition,
Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;

(I would, not so!) and would no more endure
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness This wooden slavery, than I would suffer
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak:
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be The very instant that I saw you, did
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but

My heart fly to your service; there resides,
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, To make me slave to it; and for your sake,
And makes my labours pleasures: 0, she is Am I this patient log-man.
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed; Mira. Do you love me?
And he's composed of harshness. I must' remove Fer. O heaven, o earth, bear witness to this sound,
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, And crown what I profess with kind event,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
Weeps, when she sees me work; and says, such What best is boded me, to mischief! I,

Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget :

Do love, prize, honour you.
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Mira. I am a fool,
Most busy-less, when I do it.

To weep at what I am glad of.
Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Pro. Fair encounter
Mira. Alas, now! pray you,

Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace
Work not so hard ! I would, the lightning had On that which breeds between them!
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile. Fer. Wherefore weep you?
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father What I desire to give; and much less take
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself! What I shall die to want: But this is trifling;
He's safe for these three hours.

And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
Fer. O most dear mistress,

The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful cunning!
The sun will set, before I shall discharge And prompt me, plain and holy innocence !
What I must strive to do.

I am your wife, if you will marry me;
Mira. If you'll sit down,

If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that ; You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, I'll carry it to the pile.

Whether you will or no. Fer. No, precious creature:

Fer. My mistress, dearest, I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, And I thus humble ever. Than you should such dishonour undergo,

Mira. My husband then ? While I sit lazy by.

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing Mira. It would become me

As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
As well as it does you: and I should do it

Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now fare-
With much more ease; for my good will is to it, well,
And yours against.

Till half an hour hence.
Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

Fer. A thousand ! thousand ! [Exeunt Fer. and Mira. This visitation shews it.

Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,
Mira. You look wearily.

Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing
Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, At nothing can be more. I'll to my book;
When you are by at night. I do beseech you, For yet, ere supper time, must I perform
(Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) Much business appertaining.

(Exit. What is

your name? Mira. Miranda : O my father,

SCENE II. Another part of the Island. I have broke your hest to say so!

Enter Stephano and Trisculo; Caliban following Fer. Admir'd Miranda

with a bottle. Indeed, the top of admiration; worth

Ste. Tell not me; — when the butt is out, we will
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up,
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time and board’em : Servant-monster, drink to me!
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Trin. Servant-monster ? the folly of this island !
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are
Have I lik'd several women; never any

three of them; if the other two be brained like us, With so full soul, but some defect in her

the state totters. Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy And put it to the foil: But you, o you,

eyes are almost set in thy head. So perfect, and so peerless, are created

Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a of every creature's best.

brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

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Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack; for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light.—Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.

Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard. Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.

Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe! I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish, thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster? Cal. Lo,how he mocks me!wilt thou let him,my lord? Trin. Lord, quoth he!—that a monster should be such 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 the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will I: kneel and repeat it! I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

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Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Can'st thou bring me tho 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 but brime; for I'll not shew him Where the quick freshes 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 stock-fish of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll go fur-Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, ther off.

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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
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his weazand 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 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 same? Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of No-body.

Ste. If thou beest a man, shew thyself in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, take't it 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 sometime voices,
That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,

The clouds, methought, would open, and shew 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 musick 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.

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