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Who's the next heir of Naples?
Seb.

He's gone.
Then tell me,
Claribel.

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from
Naples

Can have no note, unless the sun were post,
(The man i the moon's too slow,) till new-born
chins

Be rough and razorable: she, from whom

We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
And, by that destiny, to perform an act,

Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come,
In your's and my discharge.

Seb. What stuff is this?-How say you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.
Ant.
A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples ?-Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death
That now hath seiz'd them; why they were no

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You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Ant.
And, look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before: My brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your conscience-

Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe,
Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,

If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who

Seb.

Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the king shall love thee.
Ant.

1 i. e. The utmost extent of the prospect of ambition, the point where the eye can pass no farther.

Draw together:

And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb.

O, but one word.

[They converse apart.

Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.

Ari. My master through his art foresees the
danger

That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth,
For else his projects die, to keep them living.
[Sings in GONZALO's car.

While you here do snoring lie,
Open-ey'd conspiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king.
[They wake.
Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are
you drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Gon.
What's the matter?
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.
Alon.
I heard nothing.
To make an earthquake; sure it was the roar
Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;

Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo ?
Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
I shak'd you, sir, and cried; as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise,
That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make fur-
ther search

For my poor son.
Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i' the island.
Alon.
Lead away.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have
done :

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

[Aside. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. Another part of the Island. Enter
CALIBAN, with a burden of Wood. A noise of
Thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet
I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark,

3 What is past is the prologue to events which are to

4 A chough is a bird of the jackdaw kind.

5 Suggestion is frequently used in the sense of temptation, or seduction, by Shakspeare and his contemporaries. The sense here is, that they will adopt and bear witness to any tale that may be dictated to them.

2 The commentators have treated this as a remark-come; that depends on what you and I are to perform. able instance of Shakspeare's ignorance of geography; but though the real distance between Naples and Tunis is not so immeasurable, the intercourse in early times between the Neapolitans and the Tunisians was not so frequent as to make it popularly considered less than a formidable voyage; Shakspeare may however be countenanced in his poetical exaggeration, when we remember that Eschylus has placed the river Eridanus in Spain; and that Appolonius Rhodius describes the Rhone and the Po as meeting in one and discharging themselves into the Gulf of Venice.

6 The old copies read "For else his project dies." By the transposition of a letter, this passage, which has much puzzled the editors, is rendered more intelligible.

"to keep them living," relates to projects, and not to Alonzo and Gonzalo, as Steevens and Johnson erroneously supposed.

Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometimes like apes, that moe' and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now! lo!
Enter TRINCulo.

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

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing: I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard' that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man;4 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 fish but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his garberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. 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 ashore ;-

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral:

Well, here's my comfort.

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's-leather.

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 hath never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: ifI 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 thee.

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 beBut 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 in my 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.

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 [Drinks.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?

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Megg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us cared 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

Then to sea boys, and let her go hang.

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke-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's1a gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou

itch:living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans

This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. [Drinks.

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

1 To moe is to make mouths. "To make a moe like an ape. Distorquere os. Rictum deducere."-Baret. 2 Pricks is the ancient word for prickles.

3 A bumbard is a black jack of leather, to hold beer, &c.

4 í. e. make a man's fortune. Thus in A Midsummer Night's Dream

"We are all made men."

And in the old comedy of Ram Alley

"She's a wench

Was born to make us all."

'scap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not
sprites.

I will kneel to him.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:

thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st
Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st
hither.
sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I
escaped upon a butt of sack, which the
Chapman's version of the fourth Book of the Odyssey:

-The sea calves savour was

So passing sowre (they still being bred at seas)
It much afflicted us, for who can please

To lie by one of these same sea-bred whales."
6 No impertinent hint to those who indulge in the con-
stant use of wine. When it is necessary for them as a
medicine, it produces no effect.

7 Any sum, ever so much, an ironical expression implying that he would get as much as he could for him. 8 Shakspeare gives his characters appropriate lan"Aguage, "They belch forth proverbs in their drink,"

5 A gaberdine was a coarse outer garment. shepherd's pelt, frock, or gaberdine, such a coarse long jacket as our porters wear over the rest of their garments," says Cotgrave. "A kind of rough cassock or frock like an Irish mantle," says Philips. It is from the low Latin Galvardina, whence the French Galvardin and Gaban. One would almost think Shakspeare had been acquainted with the following passage in

Good liquor will make a cat speak," and "he who eats with the devil had need of a long spoon." The last is again used in The Comedy of Errors, Act iv. Sc. 2. 9 Siege for stool, and in the dirtiest sense of the word.

10 The best account of the moon-calf may be found in Drayton's poem with that title.

made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

Cal. Pll 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, moon-calf? 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,2 when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; my mistress shewed me thee, and thy dog, and thy 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 I will 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.

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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,
Thou wondrous man.

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

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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
At requiring,

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;
'Ban 'Ban, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new master-Get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! hey-day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt.

1 The Indians of the Island of S. Salvador asked by signs whether Columbus and his companions were not come down from heaven.

2 The reader may consult a curious note on this passage in Mr. Douce's very interesting Illustrations of Shakspeare; where it is observed that Dante makes Cain the man in the moon with his bundle of sticks; or in other words describes the moon by the periphrasis "Caino e le spine."

ACT III.

SCENE I.-Before Prospero's Cell. Enter FERDINAND, bearing a Log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their labour

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me, as odious; but
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such

baseness

Had ne'er like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my la bours;

Most busy-less, when I do it.

Mira.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Alas, now! pray you, Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile! Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Twill weep for having wearied you: My father Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself; He's safe for these three hours. Fer. O most dear mistress, The sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do.

Mira.

If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that; I'll carry it to the pile.

Fer.

No, precious creature ; I'd rather crack my sinews, break my back, While I sit lazy by. Than you should such dishonour undergo, It would become me As well as it does you: and I should do it With much more ease; for my good will is to it, And your's it is against.

Mira,

Pro.

Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation shews it.

Mira.

You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with

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Fer.

Admir'd Miranda!

Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,"
And put it to the foil: But you, O
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best."

3 A smaller species of sea-gulls.

4 Pope changed and to but here, without authority: we must read and in the sense of and yet.

5 Molliter austerum studio fullente laborem.-HorSat. ii. 1. 2.

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Mira.

I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen More that I may call men, than you, good friend, And my dear father: how features are abroad, I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty, (The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish 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 I therein do forget.

Fer.

I am, in my condition,

A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;

(I would, not so!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than to suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth.

speak ;

-Hear my soul

The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.

Mira.

Do you love me?

Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this

sound,

And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else' i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira.

I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.2
Pro.

Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!
Fer.
Wherefore weep you?
Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not
offer

What I desire to give; and much less take,
What I shall die to want: But this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,

The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence !
I am your wife, if you will marry me ;
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.

Fer.

And I thus humble ever. Mira.

My mistress, dearest,

My husband then?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewell,

Till half an hour hence.

Fer.

A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt FER. and MIR. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining.

[Exit.

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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 indig

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Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. asleep, Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.

Cal. What a pied3 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 brine; for I'll not shew
Where the quick freshes are.

him

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: in

apposite passage from Catullus; but, as Mr. Douce remarks, Shakspeare had more probably the pathetic old poem of The Nut Brown Maid in his recollection.

4 Deboshed, this is the old orthography of debauched; following the sound of the French original. In altering the spelling we have departed from the proper pronunciation of the word.

5 He calls him a pied ninny, alluding to Trinculo's party-coloured dress, he was a licensed fool or jester. 6 Quick freshes are living springs.

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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 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 never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam, and she;
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,

As great'st does least.

Ste.

Is it so brave a lass?

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Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
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; 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 music 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.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would, I could see this taborer:4 he lays it on.

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

SCENE III.-Another part of the Island. Enter
ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

Gon. By'r lakin," I can go no further, sir;
My old bones ache; here's a maze trod, indeed,
Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your pa-
tience,
I needs must rest me.
Alon.
Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,

Cal. Ay, my lord; she will become thy bed, I To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.

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.

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Let us be jocund: Will you troll 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.2

1 Wezand, i. e. throat or windpipe.

2 The picture of No-body was a common sign. There is also a wood cut prefixed to an old play of No-body and Some-body, which represents this notable person. 3 To affear, is an obsolete verb with the same meaning as to affray, or make afraid.

4" You shall heare in the ayre the sound of tabers and other instruments, to put the trauellers in feare, &c. by evil spirites that make these soundes, and also do call diuerse of the trauellers by their names, &c."Trauels of Marcus Paulus, by John Frampton, 4to.. 1579. To some of these circumstances Milton also alludes:

Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd,
Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go.
Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
[Aside to SEBASTIAN.

Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
resolv'd to effect.
you

That

Seb.

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The next advantage Let it be to-night :

For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance,
As when they are fresh.

Seb.

I say, to-night: no more.

Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a Banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark!

Gon. Marvellous sweet music!

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What
were these?

That there are unicorns; that, in Arabia
Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one
phoenix

At this hour reigning there.

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-calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire; And aery tongues that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses." 5 By'r lakin is a contraction of By our ladykin, the diminutive of our lady.

6 Shows, called Drolleries, were in Shakspeare's time performed by puppets only. From these our modern drolls, exhibited at fairs, &c. took their name. "A living drollery," is therefore a drollery not by wooden but by living personages.

7 "I myself have heard strange things of this kind of tree; namely, in regard of the Bird Phoenix, which is supposed to have taken that name of this date tree

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