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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 ?
Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry, I beat thee: but, while
thou liv'st, 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 troul 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.
Flout'em, and scout’em; and scout'em, and flout’em; thought
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
Ste. If thou be'st a man, shew thyself in thy likeness; if thoy
be'st a devil, take't as thou list.
Trin. O forgive me my
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 isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
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 shew riches
Ready to drop upon me'; when I wak’d,
I cry'd to dream again.
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall
musick for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroy’d.
Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
Trin. The sound is going away; let's follow it, and after do
Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would, I could see this
taborer : he lays it on.
Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
Gon. Y'R lakin, I can go no further, sir,
My old bones ake: 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 th’dulling of my spirits : sit down, and rest.
Ev’n here I will put off my hope, 'and keep it
No longer for my flatt’rer: he is drown's,
Whom thus we ftray 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. [Afide to Seb.
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 musick, and Prospero on the top invisible.
Enter several Arange Mapes, 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 sweet musick!
Alon. Give us kind keepers, heaven! what are these?
Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe
That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phænix' throne; one phenix
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 lied,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.
· Gon. If in Naples
I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say, I saw such islanders :
, certes, these are people of the island)
Who though 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 mufe,
Such shapes, such gesture, and such found, expressing
(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
Pro. Praise in departing.
Fran. They vanish'd strangely.
Seb. 'Tis no matter, since
They've left their viands behind; for we have stomachs,
Will’t please you taste of what is here?
Ant. Not I.
Gon. Faịth, fir, 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 Aesh? or that there were such men,
Whose heads stood; in their breasts? which now we find.
Each `putter-out on five for one will bring us
Good warrant of.
Alon. I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last; no matter, since I feel
The best is past, Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand to, and do as we.
Thunder and lightning: Enter Ariel like a harpy, claps his wings
upon the table, and with a queint device the banquet vanishes.
Ari. You are three men of sin, 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 island,
Where man doth not inhabit, you ’mongst men
Being most unfit to live: I have made you mad;
And ev’n with such like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves. You fools, I and
[They draw their swords. Are ministers of fate; the elements Of which your swords are temper’d, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemockt-at stabs
• It was a custom heretofore for people upon their going forth to travel to put out-fums of money upon contracts to receive the same back with increase upon their return : which increase bore a proportion to the length and danger of the voyages they undertook ; and upon those which were very long and very hazardous it sometimes rose to 500 per cent.
See Ben. Jonson. Every man out of his humour. Aft. 2. Sc. 3.
See also Morison's Itinerary. Part 1. p. 198.
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One down that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too maffy for your strengths,
And will not be up-lifted. But remember
(For that's my business to you) that
From Milan did supplant good Prospero :
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 seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace: thee of thy son; Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling’ring perdition, worse than
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 elle fall
Upon your heads, there's nothing but heart's sorrow,
And a clear life ensuing.
He vanishes in thunder : then, to soft musick, Enter the shapes
again, and dance with mocks and mowes, and carrying out the
Pro. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform’d, my Ariel; a grace it had devouring :
Of my instruction hast thou nothing ’bated,
In what thou hadīt to say: fo, with good life,
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done; my high charms work ;
And these, mine enemies, are all knit up
In their distractions: they are in my power ;
And in these fits I leave them; whilft I visit
Young Ferdinand, who, they suppose, is drowned;
And his and my lov’d darling.
Gon. I'th' name of fomething holy, fir; why stand you
In this strange ftare?