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 compast?

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 lieft, thou canst not.

Cal. What a pyde 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 Monster one Word further, and by this Hand I'll turn my Mercy out o' Doors, and make a Stock-fish of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing;

I'll go no further off.

Ste. Didft thou not say he ly'd:

Ari. Thou lieft.

Ste. Do I fo? Take you that.

As you like this, give me the Lie another time.

[Beats him.

Trin. I did not give thee the Lie; out o' your Wits and

Hearing too?

A pox o' your Bottle, this can Sack and Drinking do:
A murrrain on your Monster, and the Devil take your
Fingers.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha.

Ste. Now forward with your Tale; prethee stand 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 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 possess his Books; for without them
He's but a Sot, 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 most deeply to confider, is
The Beauty of his Daughter; he himself
Calls her a Non-pareil: I never saw a Woman
But only Sycorax my Dam, and she;

But the as far furpaffeth Sycorax

As greatest does the leaft.

Ste. Is it fo brave a Lafs?

1

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 thy felf shall 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'st keep a good Tongue in thy Head. Cal. Within this half Hour will he be afleep;

Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste. Ay, on mine Honour.

Ari. This will I tell my Master.

Cal. Thou makst me merry; I am full of Pleasure:

Let us be jocund. Will you troul the Catch

You taught me but whileare?

Ste. At thy Request, Monster, I will do Reafon,

And Reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us fing.

[Sings.

Flout 'em, and cout 'em; and skont 'em, and flout 'em;

[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 Pi

cture of No-body.

Ste. If thou be'ft a Man, shew thy felf in thy Likeness: If thou be'st a Devil, take't as thou lift.

Trin. O forgive me my Sin.

Ste. He that dies pays all Debts: I defie thee.

Mercy on 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 twangling Instruments::
Will hum about mine Ears; and sometimes Voices,
That if I then had wak'd after long Sleep,
Will make me fleep 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 Musick for nothing.
Cal. When Profpero 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 our Work.

Ste. Lead, Monster;

We'll follow. I would I could fee this Taborer:

He lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come?

I'll follow Stephano.

SCENE

III.

[Exeunt.

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,

Francifco, &c.

Gon. By'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 rest me.

Alon. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am my felf attach'd with Weariness
To th' dulling of my Spirits; fit 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.

Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of Hope.

Do not, for one Repulse, 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 oppress'd with Travel, they
Will not, nor cannot use such Vigilance
As when they are fresh.

Solemn and strange Musick, and Prospero on the Top invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a Banquet; and dance about it with gentle Actions of Salutations, and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

Seb. I say to Night: No more.

Alon. What Harmony is this? My good Friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet Musick!

Alon. Give us kind Keepers, Heav'ns; what are 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 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 should report this now, would they believe me?

If I should say I faw such 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.

Fra. They vanish'd strangely.

Seb. No matter, fince

They have left their Viands behind; for we have Stomachs. Wilt please you taste of what is here?

Alon. 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 Men

Whose Heads stood in their Breasts? which now we find
Each Putter out of 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 Ban quet vanishes.

Ari. You are three Men of Sin, whom Destiny,
That hath to Instruments this lower World,
And what is in't, the never-furfeited Sea
Hath caus'd to belch you up; and on this Island,
Where Man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst Men
Being most unfit to live: I have made you mad;
And even with fuch like Valour Men hang and drown
Their proper felves: You Fools, I and my 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 Stabs
Kill the still closing Waters, as diminish
One Dowle that's in my Plume: My Fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your Swords are now too maffie for your Strength,
And will not be up-lifted. But remember,
For that's my Business to you, that you three
From Millan did fupplant 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