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Cal. That's not the tune.
(Ariel plays the tune or a tabor and pipe Ste. What is this same
Trin. This is the tune of our catch, play'd by the picture of nobody.
Ste. If thou bepít a man, thew thyself in thy likeness ; if thou be'l a devil, cake't as thou lift.
Trin. O, forgive me my fins !
upon us !
Cal. Art thou afraid?
Cal. Be not afraid; the ille is full of noises,
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I Mall have my musick for nothing.
Cal. When Propero is deftroy'd.
Trin. The sound is going away ; let's follow it, and after do our work
Ste. Lead, monfter; we'll follow. I would I could see this taborer He lays it on.
Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow Stephano. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to another part of the Island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
Francisco, &c. Gon.
Y'R lakin, I can go no further, Sir,
My old bones ake: here's a maze trod, indeed,
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
Sebé The next advantage
Ant. Let it be to-night;
Seb. I lay, 10-night : no more.
ble. Enter several strange shapes, bringing in a banquet; and dance alone it with gentle actions of salætation; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depurt. Aion, What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet musick! 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 phenix' throne ; one phoenix At this hrvur reigning there.
Ant. I'll believe both :
Goit. If in Naples
Pro. Honeft Lord,
Alor. I cannot too much mufe,
(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind
Pro. Praise, in departing
Seb. No matter, since "They've left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. Will't please you taste of what is here?
Ilon. Not I.
Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Who would believe, that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapt like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of flesh, or that there were such inen, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find, Each putter out on five for one will bring us (22) Good warrant of.
(22) Each putter out of five for one-om -] By the variation of a Single letter, I think, I have let the text right; and will the efore now proceed to explain it. I freely confess, that I once underfood this passage thrus; that every five travellers (or putters aut) did bring authentic confirmation of diefe fto ies, for one that pretended to difa pure the truth of them: but communicating my sense of the place to two ingenious friends, I found, I was not at the bottom of the meania ing. Mr. Warburton observ'd to me, that this was a fine siec: of *conceal'd satire on the voyagers of that time, who had just d.scover'd a new world ; and, as was very natural, grew most exuavagant in displaying the wonders of it. That, particularly, by each gutter otit
of five for one, was meant the adventurers in the discovery of the Weft Indies, who had for the money they advanc'd and contributed, 20 per cerit. - - Dr. Thirlby did not a little affift this explanation by his concurrence, and by instructing me, that it was afuel in those times for travellers to put out money, to receive a grcater sum if they liv'd to return; and, for proof, he referr'! me to Morison's Itinerary, part 1. p. 198, &c. I cannot return my Triends beter thanks für the light they have given me upon this partage, than by fubjoining a tcftimony from a contemporary poet, that wiil put both their explanation, and my correction of the text, paft dispute.
B. Johnson's Every Man out of his Humour, in the character of Puntaruclo. Vol. I,
llon. I will stand to, and feed; Although my last ; no matter, since I feel The belt is paft. Brother, my Lord the Duke, Stand to, and do as we. Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy, claps
bis wings upon the table, and with a queint device the banquet vanishes.
fri. You are three men of fin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this Ifand (23) Where man doth not inbabit, you ’mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made
mad: And ev'n with such like valour men hang and drown Their proper felves. You fools ! I'and
fellows Are ministers' of fate; the elements, Of whom your swords are temper’d, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemockt-at ftabs Kill the still-cloộng waters, as diminifh One down that's in my plume : my fellow-minifters
I do intend, this year, of Jubilee ecming-om, to travel : And (because I will rict altogether go upon expence, ) I am determin'd to put forth fome five thousand found, to be paid me five for one, upon the return of myself; my wife, and my clog, from the Turk’s Court in Conftantinople. If all
, or eitber of us miscarry in the journey, 'is gone; if we be successful, wby, there will be five and twenty thousand pounds to entertain time witbal.
If this was to be the return of the Knight's venture ; 'tis ohvious, he put out his money on five for one. Ben to heighten the ridicule of these projecting vovagers, makes Puntarvolo's wi
a verse to accompany him
; and fo be is forc'd to put out his venture on the return of himself, his dog, and his cat. Let me conclude with observ. Ing on the different conduct of the two poets. Sbakespeare (perhaps, out of a particular deference for Sir W. Raleigh) only sneers these adventurous voyagers obliquely, and, as it were, en passant : The furly Ben, who would be tied up by no such scrupulous regards, dresses up the fashion in the most glaring colours of comic bumour; or, ram ther, brings down his fatire to the level of farcical ridicule.
(23) Hath caus'd to belch you up; ] Thus, the whole set of editions; but 'tis obvious 10 every reader, that the Grammar's faulty; and therefore I have cur’d it by throwing out you,
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt, y IIIA
1611 Against your peace: thee of thy son, Alons,
frapes .again, and dance with mops and mowes, and
Pro. Bravely eke figure of this harpy haft thou
Gon. I''th' name of something holy, Sir, why and you
Alon. O, it is monitrous ! monstrous !