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a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the Island.

Ari. Thou liest.

Cal, Thou liest, thou jefting monkey, thou;
I would, my valiant maiter would destroy thee:
I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.
Ste. Mum then, and no more; proceed.

Cal. I say, by forcery he got this ifle;
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him, (for I, know, thou dar'st,
But this thing dares not.)

Ste. That's most certain.
Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.

Ste. How now shall this be compaft? 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 into his head.

Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.

Cal. What a py'd ninny's this ? thou scurvy patch! 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 him Where the quick freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monfter 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 further off.

Ste. Didst thou not fay, he ly’d?
Ari. Thou lieft.
Ste. Do I fo? take you that.

[Beats him. As

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 and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, 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 sleep; there thou may'st hrain 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 possess his books ; for without them He's but a sot, as I am; nor hath not One fpirit to command. They all do hate him, As rootedly as I. Burn but his books; He has brave utenfils, (for so he calls them,) Which when he has an house, he'll deck withal. And that most deeply to consider, is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er saw a woman, But only Sycorax my dam, and she : But she'as far surpasses Sycorax, As greatest does the 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 Vice-Roys. Dost thou like the plot, Irinculo ?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry, 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 my 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 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, plaid by the picture of no-body.

Ste. If thou be'st a man, shew thyself in the likeness; if thou be'st 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, monster, not I.

Cal. Be not afraid; the ifle is full of noises, not.
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt
Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments
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 thew 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 shall have my music for nothing.

Cal. When Prospero 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 see this taborer.

He lays it on. Irin. Wilt come? I'll follow Stephano. Exeunt.



Changes to another part of the Island,

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,

Francisco, bo. Gon. DY'R lakin, I can go no further, Sir, [deed,


Through forth-rights and meanders! by your patiI needs must rest me.'

ence, Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To th' dulling of my fpirits : sit down and rest. Ev'n 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. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd t'effect.

Seb. The next advantage
Will we take throughly.

Ant. Let it be to night;
For, now they are oppress’d with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance,
As when they're fresh.

Seb. I say, to night: no more.

Solemn and strange music: and Profpero on the top, in

visible. Enter several strange shapes, bringing in a banquet; and dance about it with gentle a&tions of salutation; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

Alon. What harmony is this ? my good friends,

hark !
Gon. Marvellous sweet music!
Vol. I.


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 phænix' throne; one phanix
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 'em.

Gon. If in Naples
I fhould report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say, I saw fuch islanders:
(For, certes, these are people of the island)
Who tho' 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.

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.–
Fran. They vanish'd strangely.

Seb. No matter, since
They've left their viands behind; for we have fto-

Wilt please you taste of what is here ?

* Pro. Praise in departing.] This is a sarcasm. They were praising the Music and Attendance of this visionary Entertainment: But their Commendations were too hasty, for the Banquet was presently snatched from them: So that the Music was only a prelude to a Mockery. Prospero therefore says, Stay your praises 'till you have ended your, entertainment.

Praise in departing. The Phrase alludes to the Custom of Guests praising their Entertainment when they rise from the Banquet.


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