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And then take hands:

Mira. Alack, for mercy! Curt'sied when you have, and kiss'd,

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, (The wild waves whist,)

And his brave son, being twain. Foot it featly here and there;

Pro. The duke of Milan, And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. And his more braver daughter, could control thee, Hark, Hark!

If now 'twere fit to do't :-At the first sight (Aside. Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[Dispersedly. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, The watch-dogs bark:

I'll set thee free for this! – A word, good sir; Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[Dispersedly. I fear you have done yourself some wrong: A word. Hark, Hark! I hear

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This The strain of strutting chanticlere

Is the third man that' e'er I saw; the first Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father, Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or To be inclin’d my way! the earth?

Fer. 0, if a virgin, It sounds no more:— and sure, it waits upon And your affection not gone forth, I'll make yon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, The queen of Naples. Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Pro. Soft, sir; one word more. — This musick crept by me upon the waters; They are both in either's powers: but this swift buAllaying both their fury, and my passion,

With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside.
Or it hath drawn me rather: But 'tis gone. Make the prize light.- One word more, I charge thee,
No, it begins again.

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
Aniel sings.

The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Full fathom five thy father lies;

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it of his bones are coral made;

From me, the lord on’t.
Those are pearls that were his eyes:

Fer. No, as I am a man.
Nothing of him that doth fade,

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : But doth suffer a sea-change

If the ill spirit have so fair an house, Into something rich and strange.

Good things will strive to dwell with't. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Pro. Follow me. —

(To Ferd. Hark! now I hear them, -- ding-dong, bell. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come,

(Burden, ding-dong. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father :- Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be This is no mortal business, nor no sound

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, Fer. No; And say, what thou seest yond'.

I will resist such entertainment, till Mira. What is't? a spirit ?

Mine enemy has more power.

(He draws. Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Mira. 0, dear father, It carries a brave form :- But 'tis a spirit. Make not too rash a trial of him, for Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What, I say, As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, My foot my tutor! - Put thy sword up, traitor ; Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain’d Who mal'st a shew, but dar’st not strike, thy conWith grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call science him

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And strays about to find them.

And make thy weapon drop. Mira. I might call him

Mira. Beseech you, father! A thing divine; for nothing natural

Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments. I ever saw so noble.

Mira. Sir, have pity; Pro. It goes on,

[Aside. I'll be his surety. As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Pro. Silence: one word more Within two days for this.

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Fer. Most sure, the goddess

An advocate for an impostor? hush! On whom these airs attend! — Vouchsafe, my prayer Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he, May know, if you remain upon this island; Having seen but him and Caliban : Foolish wench! And that you will some good instruction give, To the most of men this is a Caliban, How I may bear me here: My prime request, And they to him are angels. Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! Mira. My ali'ections If you be made, or no?

Are then most humble; I have no ambition Mira. No wonder, sir;

To see a goodlier man. But certainly a maid.

Pro, Come on; obey:
Fer. My language! heavens! –

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
I am the best of them that speak this speech, And have no vigour in them.
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Fer. So they are :
Pra. Ilow ! the best?

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; To whom I am subdued, are bnt light to me, And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Might I but through my prison once a day Who with mine eyes, ne' er since at ebb, beheld Behold this maid : all corners else o' the earth The king my father wreck'd.

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Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Pro. It works: - Come on.

Seb. With an eye of green in't. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! - Follow me. - Ant. He misses not much.

(To Ferd. and Mir. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Hark, what thon else shalt do me. [To Ariel. Gon. But the rarity of it is, (which is indeed alMira, Be of comfort;

most beyond credit). My father's of a better nature, sir,

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Gon. That our garments, being , as they were, Which now came from him.

drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Pro. Thou shalt be as free

freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, thap As mountain winds: but then esactly. do

stain'd with salt water. All points of my command.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would Ari. To the syllable.

he lies ? Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. (Exeunt. Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh

as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marА ст

riage of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to the SCENE 1. Another part of the Island. king of Tunis. Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well ADRIAN, Francisco, and others.

in our return. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

paragon to their queen. Is much beyond our loss : Our hint of woe

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that wiThe masters of some merchant, and the merchant, dow in? Widow Dido ! Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, Seb. What if he had said, widower Aeneas too? I mean our preservation, few in millions

good lord, how you take it! Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me stuOur sorrow with our comfort.

dy of that : She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Alon. Prythee, peace.

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Adr. Carthage? Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Gon. I assure you , Carthage. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. by and by it will strike.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Gon. Sir,

Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next? Seb. One: - Tell.

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Comes to the entertainer

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Seb. A dollar.

bring forth more islands, Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spo- Gon. Ay? ken truer than you purposed.

Ant. Why, in good time. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem should.

now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the Gon. Therefore, my lord,

marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Alon. I prythee, spare.

Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Seb. He will be talking.

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. wager, first begins to crow?

Änt. That sort was well fish'd for. Seb. The old cock.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Ant. The cockrel.

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against Seb. Done: The wager?

The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never Ant. A laughter.

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Seb, A match.

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, Who is so far from Italy removed,
Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Ant. So, you've paid.

of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, - Hath made his meal on thee! Seb. Yet

Fran. Sir, he may live; Adr. Yet

I saw him beat the surges under him, Ant. He could not miss it.

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and de- Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted licate temperance.

The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. As stooping to relieve hima: I not doubt,
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

He came alive to land.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Alon. No, no, he's gone.
Ant. True; save means to live.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? how green? But rather lose her to an African ;

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Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Ant. Go sleep, and hear ns.
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

(All sleep but Alor. Seb. and Ant. Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.

Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Seb. You were kneeld to, and importun'd otherwise Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I find, By all of us; and the fair soul herself

They are inclin’d to do so.
Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at Seb. Please you, sir,
Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
your son,

It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have

It is a comforter. More widows in them of this business' making, Ant. We two, my lord, Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Will guard your person, while you take your rest, Your own.

And watch your safety. Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Alon. Thank you: Wondrous heavy. Gon. My lord Sebastian,

(Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. When you should bring the plaster.

Seb. Why Seb. Very well.

Doth it not then our ege-lids sink? I find not Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Myself disposed to sleep.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
When you are cloudy.

gether all, as by consent; Seb. Foul weather?

They dropp’d, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Ant. Very foul.

Worthy Sebastian ?-0, what might ?- No more : Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, - And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.

What thou should'st be: the occasion speaksthee; and Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

My strong imagination sees a crown
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? Dropping upon thy head.
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Seb. What, art thou waking ?
Gon. l' the commonwealth I would by contraries Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
Execute all things : for no kind of traffick

Seb. I do; and, surely,
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;

It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st Letters should not be known; no use of service, Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say? Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,

This is a strange repose, to be asleep Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving, No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;

And yet so fast asleep. No occupation; all men idle, all;

Ant. Noble Sebastian, And women too; but innocent and pure :

Thou let'st thy fortune sleep -- die rather; wink'st No sovereignty:

Whiles thou art waking. Seb. And yet he would be king on't

Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly; Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets There's meaning in thy snores. the beginning

Ant. I am more serious than


custom : you Gon. All things in common nature should produce Must be so too, if heed me; which to do, Without sweat or endeavour; treason, felony,

Trebles thee o'er.
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Seb. Well; I am standing water.
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, Seb. Do so: to ebb,
To feed my innocent people.

Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Seb. No marrying among his subjects ?

Ant. 0, Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Whiles thus yon mock it! how, in stripping it, To excel the golden age.

You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, Seb. 'Save his majesty!

Most often do so near the bottom run, Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

By their own fear, or sloth. Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?

Seb. Pry'thee, say on: Alon. Prythee, nomore: thou dost talk nothing to me. The setting of thine eye, and chcek, proclaim Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such Which throes thee much to yield. sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to Ant. Thus, sir : laugh at nothing.

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Ant. 'Twas you we laugh’d at.

(Who shall be of as little memory, Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing When he is earth’d,) hath here almost persuaded to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. (For he's a spirit of persuasion only,) Ånt. What a blow was there given ?

The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible, Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; yon would Seb. I have no hope lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would con- That he's undrown'd. tinue in it five weeks without changing.

Ant. 0, out of that no hope, Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn music. What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Seb. We would so, and then a bat-fowling. Another way so high an hope, that even Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asloep, That Ferdinand is drown'a ? for I am very heavy ?

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then, tell me,

Ant. Then let tis 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? Can 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 opeu’d, And let Sebastian wake! - Say, this were death I saw their weapons drawn :- there was a noise, That now hạth seiz’d them; why, they were no worse That's verity: Best stand upon our gnard ; 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. 0, 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. Methinks, I do.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: Ant. And 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, Nats, on Prosper fall, and make him Seb. But, for your conscience

Dy 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 mei'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 barc-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,

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 thon 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 pailfals. - 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 man: when they will While you here do snoring lie,

pot give a doit to relieve a lama beggar, they will lay Open-ey'd conspiracy

out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and His cime 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 fish, but Shake off slumber, and beware :

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

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is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shel- But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, ter here about: Misery acquaints a man with strange thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the menuder the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of storm be past.

the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano,
Enter STEPANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. two Neapolitans 'scap'd !
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Sto. Pr’ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is
Here shall I die a-shore ;
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
Well, here's my comfort.

(Drinks. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, I will kueelto lim.
The gunner, and his mate,

Ste. How did'st thon 'scape? How cam’st thou hi-
Lov’d Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, ther? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither.
But none of us card for Kate:

I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved Por she had a tongue with a tang,

over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark Would cry to a suilor, Go hang:

of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast aShe lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,

Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she diditch: Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true sub-

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. ject; for the liquoris not earthly.
This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap’dst.

[Drinks. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim Cal. Do not torment me: 0!

like a duck, I'll be sworn. Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim yon put tricks upon us with savages, and men of In-like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

de? Ha! I have not 'scap'd «rowning, to beafeard now Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this ?
of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by
man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give the sea-side, where my wineis hid.—How now, moon-
ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano cali? how does thine ague?
breathes at nostrils.

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
Cal. The spirit torments me: 0!

Ste. Out o'the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man
Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; in the moon, when time was.
who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the de- Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My
vil should he learn our language? I will give him mistress showed me thee, thy dog, and bush.
some relief, if it be but for that: If I can recover him, Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book : I will fur-
and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's nish it anon with new contents: swear!
a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's- Trin. By this goodlight, this is a very shallow mon-

ster:-Jaleard of him? -- a very weak monster :--the Col. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood maui' the moon?—á most poor credulous monster:home faster.

Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.
Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the Cul. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'thejsland;
wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never And kiss thy foot : I pr’ythee, be my god!
drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if I Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too monster! when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
much for him: he shall pay for him that hath him, anul Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject.
that soundly.

Ste. Come on then; down, and swear!
Cal. Thou dost me yet buflittle hurt; thou wilt anon, Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-
I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon headed monster: A most scurvy monster! I could

find in my heart to beat him,--
Ste. Come on your ways;, open your mouth: here is Ste. Come, kiss!
that which will give language to you, cat; open your

Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink: An
mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, abominable monster!
and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee
open your chaps again.

Trin. I should know that voice: It should be – But he l'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
is drowned: and these are devils: 0! defend me!- A plagne upon the tyrant that I serve!

Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate mon- I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
ster! Vis forward voice now is to speak well of his Thon wondrous man.
friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder
and to detract. If all the wine inmy bottle will recover of a poor drunkard.
him, I will help his ague: Come, — Amen! I will pour Cal. I prythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
some in thy other mouth.

And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts ;
Trin. Stephano, -

Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! To snare the nimble marmozet ; I'll bring thee
This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have to clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee
no long spoon.

Young sca-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Trin. Stephano !-- if thou beest Stephano, touch me, Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any and speak to me;for I am Trinculo ;-benot afeard,- more talking.– Trincnlo, the king and all our comthy good friend Trinculo.

pany else being drowned, we will inherit here.-Šte. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth ; I'll pull thec Here ; bear my bottle! Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculo's legs, these are him by and by again. they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell! thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent

(Sings drunkenly. Trinculos?

Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster! Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke:-! Cal, No more dams I'll make for fish;

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