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Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light. Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. [standard. Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.
Ste. Mooncalf, 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 a 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 indignity.
Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will I kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle, From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; But this thing dare not.
Ste. That's most certain.
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 asleep, Where thou may'st knock a nail in his head. Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not. [patch!Cal. What a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy 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. China
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: inter rupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.
Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll go
Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?
Ste. Do I so? take thou that. (Strikes him.) As you like this, give me the lie another time. Trin. I did not give the lie :-Out o' your wits, and hearing too?sack, and drinking do.-A murrain on your monster, -A pox o' your bottle! this can and the devil take your fingers!
Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee stand further off.
Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, I'll beat him too.
Ste. Stand further.-Come, proceed.
I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain him,
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?
but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head. Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee: Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep; Wilt thou destroy him then?
Ay, on mine honour. 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 Thought is free. [flout'em;
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, shew thyself in thy | Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, exlikeness: if thou heest a devil, take it as thou list. 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,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
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 [and after, do our work. Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, 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 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 paI needs must rest me. [tience, Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd 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 drown'd, 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 resolv'd to effect. Seb.
Will we take thoroughly.
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.
I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO above, risible. 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, Gon. Marvellous sweet music! [hark! 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.
(For, certes, these are people of the island,)
Many, nay, almost any.
Taon hast said well; for some of you there present,
Are worse than devils. Alon.
(Aside.) I cannot too much muse,
They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.
Will't please you taste of what is here?
Gon. Faith, sir, 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 such men,
Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL like a harpy, claps's wings upon the table, and with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.
Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny
(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 temper'd, may as well
He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter
Exit Pro. from above.
SCENE I-Before Prospero's Cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd 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 Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her.
Against an oracle.
I do believe it,
Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition
No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
As I hope
Sit, then, and talk with her, she is thine own.What, Ariel; my industrious servant, Ariel!
Pro. Ay, with a twink.
Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go,
And breathe twice; and cry, so, so;
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mowe:
Do you love me, master? no.
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach, Till thou dost hear me call.
Ari. Well, I conceive. [Exit. Pro. Look, thou be true: do not give dalliance Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious, Or else, good night, your vow!
I warrant you, sir,
The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart
Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads, thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, [groves, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and the broom Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost air: the queen o' the sky, Whose watery arch, and messenger, am I, Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain Enter CERES
Cer. Hail! many-colour'd messenger, that ne'et Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers; And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green? Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate; And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers.
Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen? since they did plot The means, that dusky Dis my daughter got, Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company I have forsworn. Of her society Be not afraid; I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son Dove-drawn with her; here thought they to have done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Whose vows are that no bed-ride shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain; Mars's hot minion is return'd again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows, And be a boy right out.
Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.
Jun. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me, To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,
And honour'd in their issue.
Jun. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still
upon you !
Juno sings her blessings on you.
Cer. Earth's increase, and foizon plenty;
Vines, with clust'ring bunches growing,
Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines call'd to enact