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a forcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the Ifland.

Ari. Thou lieft.

Cal, Thou lieft, thou jefting monkey, thou;
I would, my valiant mafter would deftroy thee:

I do not lie.

any more

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him in's tale, by this hand, I will fupplant fome of your teeth. Trin. Why, I faid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more; proceed. Cal. I fay, by forcery he got this ifle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him, (for I, know, thou dar'ft, But this thing dares not.

Ste. That's most certain.

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

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

Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? thou scurvy patch! I do befeech thy greatnefs, give him blows," And take his bottle from him; when that's gone, He shall drink nought but brine, for I'll not fhew him Where the quick freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fifh of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.

As

Ste. Didft thou not say, he ly'd?

Ari. Thou lieft.

Ste. Do I fo? take you that.

[Beats him.

you like this, give me the lie another time. Trin. I did not give thee the lie; out o'your wits, and hearing too! A pox o' your bottle! this can

fack

fack and drinking do. A murrain on your monfter, and the devil take your fingers!

Cal. Ha, ha, ha.

Ste. Now, forward with your tale; pr'ythee, ftand further off.

Cal. Beat him enough; after a little time

I'll beat him too.

Ste. Stand further.

Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
I'th' afternoon to fleep; there thou may'st brain 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 poffefs his books; for without them
He's but a fot, 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 utenfils, (for fo he calls them,)
Which when he has an house, he'll deck withal.
And that moft deeply to confider, is

The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er faw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam, and fhe:

But fhe as far furpaffes Sycorax,

As greatest does the leaft.

Ste. Is it fo brave a Lafs!

Cal. Ay, lord; fhe will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave brood.

Ste. Monfter, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be King and Queen, fave our Graces: and Trinculo and thyfelf fhall 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 deftroy him then?

Ste. Ay, on my honour.

Ari. This will I tell my mafter.

Cal. Thou mak'ft me merry; I am full of pleasure; Let us be jocund. Will you troll the catch, You taught me while-ere?

Ste. At thy requeft, monfter, I will do reason, any reafon: come on, Trinculo, let us fing.

[Sings. Flout 'em, and fkout 'em; and fkout '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, plaid by the picture of no-body.

Ste. If thou be'ft a man, fhew thyself in the likenefs; if thou be'ft 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 afraid?

Ste. No, monfter, not I.

Cal. Be not afraid; the isle is full of noises, [not.
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt
Sometimes a thoufand twanging inftruments
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 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 mufic for nothing.

Cal. When Profpero is destroy'd.

Ste. That fhall 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, monfter; we'll follow. I would I could fee this taborer. He lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow Stephano.

[Exeunt. SCENE

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Changes to another part of the Ifland.

Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francifco, &c.

Gon.B My old bones ake: here's a maze trod, inBMy a

Y'R lakin, I can go no further, Sir, [deed,

Through forth-rights and meanders! by your patiI needs muft reft me.'

[ence,

Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To th' dulling of my spirits: fit down and reft.
Ev'n here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd,
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.
Do not, for one repulfe, forego the purpose
That you refolv'd t'effect.

Seb. The next advantage
Will we take throughly.

Ant. Let it be to night;

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

Seb. I fay, to night: no more.

Solemn and frange mufic: and Profpero on the top, invifible. Enter feveral strange shapes, bringing in a banquet; and 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 mufic!

VOL. I.

D

Alon.

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heaven! 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 'em.

Gon. If in Naples

I fhould report this now, would they believe me? If I fhould fay, I faw fuch iflanders:

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

Who tho' they are of monftrous fhape, yet, note, Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you fhall find

Many; nay, almost any.

Pro. Honeft lord,

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

Alon. I cannot too much muse,

Such fhapes, fuch gesture, and such sound, expressing (Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse.

*

Pro. Praife, in departing.

Fran. They vanish'd ftrangely.

Seb. No matter, fince

They've left their viands behind; for we have ftomachs.

Wilt please you taste of what is here?

Pro. Praife in departing.] This is a farcafm. They were praising the Music and Attendance of this vifionary Entertainment: But their Commendations were too hafty, for the Banquet was presently fnatched from them: So that the Music was only a prelude to a Mockery. Profpero therefore fays, Stay your praifes 'till you have ended your, entertainment.

Praife in departing.

The Phrase alludes to the Cuftom of Guefts praising their Entertainment when they rife from the Banquet.

Alon.

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