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Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise
By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at
Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost

your son,

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them of this business' making,
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's
Your own.

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.
Seb. Very well.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are clondy.

Seb. Foul weather?

Ant. Very foul.

Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, -
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.

Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; no use of service,
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,
Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation; all men idle, all;

And women too; but innocent and pure:
No sovereignty:

Seb. And yet he would be king on't.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets
the beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour; treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying among his subjects?
Ant. Noue, man; all idle; whores, and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.
Seb. 'Save his majesty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?-
Alon.Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to
minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such
sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to
laugh at nothing.

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. Ant. What a blow was there given? Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter ARIEL invisible, playing solemn music. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?

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Seb. Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not
Myself disposed to sleep.

Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;

They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian?— O, what might? No more:-
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What, art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
Seb. I do; and, surely,

It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep

With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

Ant. Noble Sebastian,

Thou let'st thy fortune sleep - die rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.

Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly;
There's meaning in thy snores.

Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.

Seb. Well; I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do so to ebb,

Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant. 0,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or sloth.
Seb. Pry'thee, say on:

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.
Ant. Thus, sir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
(Who shall be of as little memory,
When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded
(For he's a spirit of persuasion only,)
The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible,
That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims.
Seb. I have no hope
That he's undrown'd.

Ant. O, out of that no hope,

What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me,
That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Seb. He's gone.

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Ant. She, that is queen of Tunis; she, that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she, that from Naples' Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable: she, from whom We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; And by that destin'd to perform an act, Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, In yours and my discharge.

Seb. What stuff is this?-How say you?

"Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; So is she heir of Naples; twixt which regions There is some space.

Ant. A space whose every cubit

Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? — Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake!- Say, this were death
That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse
Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples,
As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unnecessarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?
Se5, Methinks, I do.

Ans, And how does your content

Tender your own good fortune?

Seb. I remember,

You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Art, True:

Aud, look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before: My brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your conscience --

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Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you
drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lious; did it not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.
Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, Twould put me to my slipper: But I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milau, candied be they, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that, which now he's like: whom I, With this obedient steel, three inches of it, Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink for ave might put This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business, that We say beats the hour.

Seb. Thy case, dear friend,

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo?

Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
Aud that a strange one too, which did awake me:
I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn: - there was a noise,
That's verity: Best stand upon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further

Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
Til come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the king shall love thee.

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They converse apart.
Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.
Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger
That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth,
For else his project dies, to keep them living.
Sings in Gonzalo's ear,

While you here do snoring lie.
Open-ev'a conspiracy

His time doth take

If of life you keep a care,
Share of dumber, and beware ·
Awake' Awake!

SCENE II. - Another part of the Island.
Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.
A noise of thunder heard.

Cal. All the infectious that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
Aud yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me is the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
Aud after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Le tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fail; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness-Lo! now! lo!
Enter TRISCULO.

Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
For bringing woed in slowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear of any weather at all, and another storm brewing: Thear it sing the wind: yond same black cloud, vond huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his Liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before. I know not where to hide my head: vond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by painfuls. What have we here? man or a fish' Dead or alive? A fish: he smells lik fish; avery ancient and ish-like smell, a kind of, neof the newest, Poor-John. Astrange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was,' and had but this ish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver there would this mouster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they wil not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg i like a man! and his ins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now iet loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no tish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. Thunder Alas! the storm is come again my best way

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is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shel- But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, ter here about: Misery acquaints a man with strange, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of storm be past. the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die a-shore;

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral:
Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks.
The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate:
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang:
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she diditch:
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort.

[Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: 0! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

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Cal. The spirit torments me: O!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat'sleather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him: he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon

thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth: here is that which will give language to you, cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is

not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid.—How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My
mistress shewed me thee, thy dog, and bush.
Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will fur-
nish it anon with new contents: swear!
Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow mon-
ster:-I afeard of him? - a very weak monster :--the
man i' the moon?— -a most poor credulous monster:--
Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'the island;
And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythec, be my god!
Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
monster! when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject.
Ste. Come on then; down, and swear!

Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-
headed monster: A most scurvy monster! I could
find in my heart to beat him,—
Ste. Come, kiss!

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Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink: An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee
berries;

Trin. I should know that voice: It should be- But he I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me!- A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate mon-I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
ster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his Thoa wond'rous man.
friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches,
and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover
him, I will help his ague: Come,-Amen! I will pour
e in thy other mouth.
Trin. Stephano,

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Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trin. Stephano!- if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo ;-be not afeard,thy good friend Trinculo.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sca-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here?Here; bear my bottle! Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell! thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent [Sings drunkenly. Trinculos? Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster! Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke:- Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;

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SCENE I.

ACT

III.

Mira. I do not know

One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
freedom, I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,
(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish
[Exeunt. Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,

Before Prospero's Cell.
Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their
labour

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but

The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress
Weeps, when she sees me work; and says, such
baseness

Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;
Most busy-less, when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.
Mira. Alas, now! pray you,

Work not so hard! I would, the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile.
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
"Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself!
He's safe for these three hours.

Fer. O most dear mistress,

The sun will set, before I shall discharge

What I must strive to do.

Mira. If you'll sit down,

Besides yourself, to like of: But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition,

A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;

(I would, not so!) and would no more endure
This wooden slavery, than I would suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.

Mira. Do you love me?

Fer. O heaven, o earth, bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.
Mira. I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.
Pro. Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!
Fer. Wherefore weep you?

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give; and much less take
What I shall die to want: But this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow

I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that; You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,

I'll carry it to the pile.

Fer. No, precious creature:

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,

Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me

As well as it does you: and I should do it

With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation shews it.

Mira. You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me,
When you are by at night. I do beseech you,
(Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,)
What is your name?

Mira. Miranda: - O my father,

I have broke your hest to say so!
Fer. Admir'd Miranda

Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,
And put it to the foil: But you, o you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Whether you will or no.
Fer. My mistress, dearest,
And I thus humble ever.
Mira. My husband then?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing

As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now fare-
well,

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SCENE II. - Another part of the Island. Enter STEPHANO and TRINCULO; CALIBAN following with a bottle.

Ste. Tell not me;—when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board'em: Servant-monster, drink to me!

Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

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Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack; for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light.-Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.

Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.

Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs;
and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe! I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

Ste. Now, forward with your tale.-Pr'ythee, stand further off!

Cal. Beat him enough! after a little time,
I'll beat him too.

Ste. Stard further! Come, proceed!

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him I' the 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 weazand 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;

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in
case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish,
thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk
so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a mon-He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them,)
strous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster?
Cal. Lo,how he mocks me!wilt thou let him,my lord?
Trin. Lord, quoth he!-- that a monster should be
such a natural!

Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree- -The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will I kneel and repeat it! I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

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Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.
Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Can'st
thou bring me tho 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 pied 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 brime; 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 tarn my mercy out of doors, and make

stock-fish of thee.

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Which, when he has a 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 woman,
But only Sycorax my dam, and she;
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,
As greatest does 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 viceroys: - Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand! I am sorry I beat thee; but,
while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head!
Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep;
Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste. Ay, on mine 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!
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Flout'em, and skout'em; and skout'em, and flout'em;
Thought is free.

Cal. That's not the tune.

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[ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. Ste. What is this same? Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of No-body.

Ste. If thou beest a man, shew thyself in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, take't it as thou list! Trin. O, forgive me my sins!

Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defy thee:Mercy upon us!

Cal. Art thou afeard?

Ste. No, monster, not I.

Cal. Be not afeard; 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 sometime 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; 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 Prospero is destroyed.

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.

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