Ste. What is this same?

Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.

Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness.
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 waked after long sleep,

Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds, methought, would open, and show riches,
Ready to drop on me; that, when I waked,

I cried 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: he lays it on.

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

SCENE III.-Another part of the Island.

[Exeunt.

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN,
FRANCISCO, and others.

Gon. By'r lakin 1, I can go no further, sir;
My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed,
Through forth-rights and meanders! by your patience,

I needs must rest me.

Alon.

Old lord, I cannot blame thee,

Who am myself attached2 with weariness,
To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he's drowned

1 By our Ladykin, the Virgin.

2 Affected.

Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go.
Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope.

Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolved to effect.

Seb.

We will take thoroughly.

Ant.

[Aside to SEB.

The next advantage

Let it be to-night;

For, now they are oppressed 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?
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 else want credit, come to me,

And I'll be sworn 'tis true: Travellers ne'er did lie,
Though fools at home condemned them.

Gon.

If, in Naples,

I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say, I saw such islanders,

(For, certès, these are people of the island)

Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of

Our human generation you shall find

Many, nay, almost any.

Pros.

Thou hast said well.

Alon.

Honest lord,

Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing

1 Wonder at.

(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse.

Pros.

Praise in departing. [Aside.

Fran. They vanished strangely.

Seb.

No matter, since

They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. Will't please you taste of what is here?

Alon.

Not I.

Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers

Dew-lapped like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them
Wallets of flesh ?2 or that there were such men

Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find,
Each putter-out of five for one 3, will bring us
Good warrant of.

Alon.

I will stand to, and feed,

Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past.—Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand to, and do as we.

Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.

Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny
(That hath to instrument this lower world,
And what is in't) the never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up you, and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you, 'mongst men,
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;

[Seeing ALON. SEB. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements,

Of whom your swords are tempered, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with be-mocked-at stabs

1 Do not praise too soon, lest you receive a larger sum if he returned in find yourself disappointed.

2 An allusion to the disease called cretinism or goître, which shows itself by large excrescences in the neck.

3 A "putter out" was one who, before undertaking a dangerous jour ney, deposited a sum of money to

safety. The rate for a long voyage was five for one.

4 All the rest of this scene seems suggested by Virgil. See the Æneid, book iii, line 245.

5 Hath to instrument - uses as means.

Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish

One dowle1 that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt,

Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,
And will not be uplifted: But remember,
(For that's my business to you,) that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him and his innocent child; for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce, by me,
Lingering perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once) shall step by step attend

You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from
(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls

Upon your heads) is nothing, but heart's sorrow,

And a clear life ensuing.3

He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes1, and carry out the table.

Pros. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou [Aside. Performed, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:

Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated,

In what thou hadst to say; so, with good life5,

And observation strange, my meaner ministers

Their several kinds have done: my high charms work,

And these, mine enemies, are all knit up

In their distractions: they now are in my power;
And in these fits I leave them, while I visit

Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drowned)
And his and my loved darling.

[Exit PROSPERO from above. Gon. In the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare?

Alon.

O, it is monstrous! monstrous!
and told me of it;
and the thunder,

4 To "mop and mowe; " is to mope and mouth, i. e. to make grimaces. 5 Alacrity.

That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass.
Therefore my son in the ooze is bedded; and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lie mudded.

Seb.

I'll fight their legions o'er.

Ant.

[Exit.

But one fiend at a time,

I'll be thy second.

[Exeunt SEB. and ANT.

Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the spirits:—I do beseech you That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly, And hinder them from what this ecstacy

May now provoke them to.

Adr.

EXAMINATION ON ACT III.

1. How is the plot continued in this act?

2. What characters are engaged in the first scene?

3. What takes place in the second scene?

4. Explain some peculiarities of language in this scene.

5. Describe the course of action in the third scene.

6. What may be said of the character of Gonzalo ?

7. What reference does Sebastian make to the unicorn and phoenix; and what fables were related of these supposed animals?

8. What means the term "dowle?"

9. Who were the Harpies, and in what ancient poet are they mentioned?

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-Before PROSPERO's Cell.

Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA,

Pros. If I have too austerely punished you,
Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have given you here a thread of mine own life,
Or that for which I live; whom once again
I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations