Ste. Is it fo brave a lafs ? 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; (fave our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself 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'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 mine honour. Ari. This will I tell my master. Cal. Thou mak'it me merry: I am full of pleasure; Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch You taught me but while-ere? Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reafon: Come on, Trinculo, let us fing. [Sings. Flout 'em, and fkout 'em ; and skout 'em, and flout 'em ; Cal. That's not the tune. [ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. Ste. What is this fame? Trin. This is the tune of our catch, play'd by the picture of No-body. Ste. If thou beeft a man, fhew thyself in thy likeness: if thou beeft 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 afeard? Ste. No, monster, not I. Cal. Be not afeard; the ifle is full of noises, Sounds, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Will hum about mine ears; and fometime voices, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, I cry'd to dream again. Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I fhall have my musick for nothing. Cal. When Profpero 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 fee this taborer: he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano, [Exeunt SCENE III. Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, Sir; My old bones ache: 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 the dulling of my spirits: fit down, and rest. Whom Whom thus we ftray to find; and the fea mocks [Afide to SEBASTIAN. Do not, for one repulfe, forego the purpose Seb. The next advantage Let it be to-night; Will we take thoroughly. Ant. For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they Seb. I fay, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange mufick; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter feveral ftrange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they 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 fweet mufick! Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were 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 Ant. I'll believe both; And what does elfe want credit, come to me, And I'll be fworn 'tis true: Travellers ne'er did lie, Gon. If in Naples I fhould report this now, would they believe me? If I should fay, I saw such islanders, (For, certes, these are people of the island,) Who, though they are of monftrous shape, yet, note, Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of Many, nay, almost any. Thou haft faid well; for fome of you there prefent, Alon. [Afide. I cannot too much muse, Such fhapes, fuch gefture, and fuch found, expreffing (Although they want the use of tongue,) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Pro. Praise in departing. No matter, fince Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb. They have left their viands behind; for we have sto machs. Will't please you taste of what is here? Alon. Not I. Gon. Faith, fir, you need not fear: When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh? or that there were fuch men, Whose heads ftood in their breafts? which now we find, Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Good warrant of. Alon. I will ftand to, and feed, Although my last: no matter, fince I feel The best is past :-Brother, my lord the duke, Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of fin, whom destiny (That hath to inftrument this lower world, And what is in't) the never-furfeited fea [Seeing ALON. SEB. &c. draw their fwords. Of whom your fwords are temper'd, may as well One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers (For that's my business to you,) that you three You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from He vanifbes in thunder: then, to foft musick, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and moves and carry out the table. Pro. [Afide.] Bravely the figure of this harpy haft thou Perform'd, E 2 |