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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 seized 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 nonpareil: 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?
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, onomine honor.
Ari. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure;
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.

Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness : if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list.

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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 sometimes 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 upon 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,

fter, 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. - Another Part of the island. Enter A LONZO, 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 patience, I needs must rest me.

Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attached 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 is drowned, 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.

[Aside to SEBASTIAN. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolved to effect. Seb.

The next advantage Will we take thoroughly.

Let it be to-night:

Alon.

Ant.

D *

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, fc. 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 phenix
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 condemn them.
Gon.

If in Naples
I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say I saw such islanders,
(For, certes, 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.
Pro.

Honest lord,
Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
Are worse than devils.

[Aside. Alon.

I cannot too much muse, Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing (Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Pro.

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 ? or that there were such men,

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Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find,
Each putter-out on five for one, 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, by quaint device, the ban-
quet 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 caus’d to belch up; 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. fc. draw their swords. And even with such like valor, 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 bemocked-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle 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 đỉd 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, Alonzo,
They haye bereft, and do pronounce by me,
Lingering perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once) shall step by step attend
(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads) is nothing but heart's sorrow,

And a clear life ensuing.

He vanishes in thunder ; then, to soft music, enter the
Shapes again, and dance with

out the table.

Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Performed, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life, 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, whilst I visit Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drowned) And his and my loved darling.

[Erit PROSPERO from above. Gon. I'the name o' something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alon.

O, it is monstrous! monstrous ! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.

[Exit. Seb.

But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant.

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 ʼgins to bite the spirits : I do beseech you That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly, And hinder them from what this ecstasy May now provoke them to. Adr.

Follow, I pray you.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. — Before Prospero's Cell.
Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA.
Pro. 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

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