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 fubject, and he shall not fuffer 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 ftand, and fo hall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invifible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am fubject to a tyrant, a forcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the Inland.

Ari. Thou lieft.

Cal. Thou lieft, thou jefting monkey, thou;

I would my valiant mafter would deftroy thee;

I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand I will fupplant fome of your teeth. Trin. Why, I faid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more; proceed. Cal. I fay, by forcery he got this Ifle, From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him, for I know thou dar'ft, But this thing' 'dares` not;

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou fhalt be lord of it, and I'll ferve thee. Ste. How fhall this be compaft? canft thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord, I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'ft knock a nail into his head.

Ari. Thou lieft, thou canft not.

Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? thou fcurvy patch!
I do befeech thy greatnefs, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him; when that's gone,

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He

He shall drink nought but brine, for I'll not fhew 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-fifh of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go fur

ther off.

As

[Beats bim.

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 ftand 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' th' afternoon to fleep; there thou may'st brain him,
Having first feiz'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 poffefs his books; for without them
He's but a fot, as I am; and hath not

One fpirit to command.

They all do hate him

As rootedly as I. Burn but his books;

He has brave utenfils, for fo he calls them,

Which, when he has an house, he'll deck't withal.
And that most deeply to confider, is

The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er faw woman
But only Sycorax my dam, and 7 'her;`
But the as far furpaffes Sycorax

As

As greatest does the leaft.

Ste. Is it fo brave a lafs?

Cal. Ay, lord; fhe 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 forry I beat thee: but while thou liv'ft, 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 reafon, any reafon: come on, Trinculo, let us fing.

[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'ft a man, fhew thy felf in thy likeness; if thou be'ft a devil, take't as thou lift.

Trin. O forgive me my fins!

Ste. He that dies pays all debts: I defie thee. Mercy upon us!

Cal. Art thou afraid?

Ste. No, monfter, not I.

Cal. Be not afraid; the ifle is full of noises,

Sounds, and fweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twanging inftruments

Will hum about mine ears; and fometimes voices,

That

That if I then had wak'd after long fleep,

Will make me fleep again; and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and fhew 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 fhall have my mufick for nothing.

Cal. When Profpero is destroy'd.

Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. Trin. The found is going away; let's follow it, and after do our work.

Ste. Lead, monfter; we'll follow. I would I could fee this taborer. He lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.

[Exeunt.

Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francifco, &c.

Gon. B My old bones ake: here's a maze trod indeed

Y'R lakin, I can go no further, Sir,

Through forth-rights and meanders: by your patience,
I needs muft reft me.

Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am my self attach'd with weariness
To th' dulling of my fpirits: fit 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 ftray to find, and the fea mocks
Our fruftrate search on land. Well, let him go.

Ant. I am right glad that he's fo out of hope.

Do not, for one repulfe, forego the purpose
That you refolv'd t'effect.

Seb. The next advantage

[Afide to Seb.

Will

Will we take throughly.

Ant. Let it be to-night;

For, now they are opprefs'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, ufe fuch Vigilance

As when they're fresh.

Seb. I fay to-night: no more.

Solemn and ftrange Mufick, and Profpero on the top invifible. Enter feveral ftrange shapes, bringing in a banquet; and dance about it with gentle actions of falutation, and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous fweet mufick!

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 phoenix' throne, one phoenix
At this hour reigning there.

Ant. I'll believe both;

And what does elfe want credit, come to me,

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And I'll be fworn 'tis true. Travellers 'ne'er lied,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.

Gon. If in Naples

I fhould report this now, would they believe me?
If I fhould fay I faw fuch iflanders;

(For certes these are people of the island)

Who tho' they are of monftrous fhape, yet note
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of
Our human generation you fhall find

Many; nay, almost any.

Pro. Honeft lord,

Thou haft faid well; for fome of you there prefent
Are worse than devils.

Alon. I cannot too much mufe,

Such fhapes, fuch gefture, and fuch found, expreffing (Although they want the ufe of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb difcourfe.

8 ne'er did lie,

Pro.