Ste. Is it fo brave a lafs ?

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; (fave our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself 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 mine honour.

Ari. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou mak'it 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

reafon: Come on, Trinculo, let us fing.

[Sings.

Flout 'em, and fkout '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, play'd by the picture of No-body.

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

Trin. O, forgive me my fins!

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 ifle is full of noises,

Sounds,

Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

Will hum about mine ears; and fometime 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 fhew 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 fhall have my musick 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, monster; we'll follow.—I would, I could fee this taborer: 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 patience, I needs must reft me.

Alon

Old lord, I cannot blame thee,

Who am myself attach'd with weariness,

To the dulling of my spirits: fit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd,

Whom

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.

[Afide to SEBASTIAN.

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

Seb.

The next advantage

Let it be to-night;

Will we take thoroughly.

Ant.

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

Seb. I fay, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange mufick; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter feveral ftrange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they 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, 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 elfe want credit, come to me,

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

Gon.

If in Naples

I fhould report this now, would they believe me?

If I should fay, I saw such islanders,

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

Who, though they are of monftrous shape, yet, note,

Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of
Our human generation you shall find

Many, nay, almost any.

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

Alon.

[Afide.

I cannot too much muse,

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

Pro.

Praise in departing.

No matter, fince

Fran. They vanish'd strangely.

Seb.

They have left their viands behind; for we have sto

machs.

Will't please you taste of what is here?

Alon.

Not I.

Gon. Faith, fir, you need not fear: When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh? or that there were fuch men,

Whose heads ftood in their breafts? which now we find, Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us

Good warrant of.

Alon.

I will ftand to, and feed,

Although my last: no matter, fince I feel

The best is past :-Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand too, 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 fin, whom destiny

(That hath to inftrument this lower world,

And what is in't) the never-furfeited fea
Hath caused 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. &c. draw their fwords.
And even with fuch like valour, men hang and drown
Their proper felves. You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate; the elements,

Of whom your fwords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at ftabs
Kill the ftill-clofing waters, as diminish

One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable; if you could hurt,
Your fwords are now too maffy for your ftrengths,
And will not be uplifted: But, remember,

(For that's my business to you,) that you three
From Milan did fupplant good Profpero;
Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the feas and fhores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace: Thee, of thy fon, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling'ring 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 forrow,
And a clear life enfuing.

He vanifbes in thunder: then, to foft musick, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and moves and carry out the table.

Pro. [Afide.] Bravely the figure of this harpy haft thou Perform'd,

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