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Where she, at least, is banish’d from your eye, Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. [.4// sleep bar Alox. SEB. and ANT.
Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Alon. What, all so soon asleep I wish mine eyes
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find,
By all of us; and the fair soul herself They are inclin'd to do so.
Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Seb. Please you, sir,
Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost| Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
your son, It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have It is a comforter.
More widows in them of this business’ making, Anz. We two, my lord,
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
Your own. And watch your safety.

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. –4/on. Thank you: Wond’rous heavy.

Gon. My lord Sebastian, [.4/onso sleeps. Erie Afries.
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them :
And time to speak it in : you rub the sore, Ant. It is the quality o’ the clinate.
When you should bring the plaster. Seb. Why

Seb. Very well. Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not

Ant. Xīm. chirurgeonly. Myself disposed to sleep.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, -fret. 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 2–0, what might? — No more :-
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

When you are clondy.
Seb. Foul weather ?
4nt. Very foul.
Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, –
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; and
Seb. Or docks, or mallows. My strong imagination sees a crown
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do?|Dropping upon thy head.
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Seb. What, art thou waking?
Gon. I the commonwealth I would by contraries | Art. Do you not hear me speak?
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick Seb. I do ; and, surely,
Would I admit; no name of magistrate; It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st
Letters should not be known; no use of service, |Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say?
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, This is a strange repose, to be asleep -
Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving,
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; And yet so fast asleep.
No occupation; all men idle, all; Ant. Noble Sebastian,
And women too; but innocent and pure: Thou let'st thy fortune sleep – die rather; wink'st
No sovereignty: — Whiles thou art waking.
Seb. And yet he would be king on’t. Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly;
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets. There's meaning in thy snores.
the beginning. Ane. I am more serious than my custom : you
Gon. All things in common nature should produce Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Without sweat or endeavour; treason, felony, Trebles thee o'er.
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Seb. Weil; I am standing water.
Would I not have; but mature should bring forth, Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, Seb. Do so: to ebb,
To feed my innocent people. Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Seb. No marrying among his subjects? ..fmt. (),
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
To excel the golden age. You more invest it ! Ebbing men, indeed,
Seb. 'Save his majesty! Most often do so near the botton run,
4nt. Long live Gonzalo By their own fear, or sloth. -
Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?— Seb. Pry'thee, say on :
Alon. Pr'ythee, nomore: thou dost talkmothing to me. The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to |A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such |Which throes thee much to yield.
sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to Ant. Thus, sir:
laugh at nothing. Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
Ant, 'Twas you we langh'd at. (Who shall be of as little memory,
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing|When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded
"you: soyou may continue, and laugh at nothing still. (For he's a spirit of persuasion only,) .
4nt. What a blow was there given 2 The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible, .
Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims.
Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would | Seb. I have no hope
lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would con- That he's undrown'd.

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Ant. Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples?

Seb. Claribel. -
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
He rough and razorable: she, from whom

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

Con. Now, good angels, preserve the king! [They wake.

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

.." Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon. What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,

We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing

And by that destin'd to perform an act,

Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come,

In yours and my discharge,
Sel, What stull is this?—How say you?

Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you?

It struck mine ear most terribly. Alon. I heard nothing. _{nt. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;

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So is she heir of Naples; twixt which regions
There is soune space,
-ont. A space whose every cubit
Secus to cry out, How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples 2 – Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake! – Say, this were death
That mow hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse
Thau now they are: There be, that can rule Naples,
As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, aud unuecessarily,
As this Gonzalo uyself could make
A chough of as deep chat, o, that you bore
The maind that I do' what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?
Ses, Methinks, do.
int. Aud how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
Seb, 1 remember,
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
_{nt. Towe:
Aud, look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Mush feater than before : My brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are uny rueu.
Seb. But, for your conscience-

Of a whole herd of lions.
Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo 2
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 drawu : – there was a noise,
That's verity: Best stand upon our guard;
or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons.
Lilon, Lead off this ground; and let's make further
search
For my poor son.
Gon, lieavens keep him from these beasts'
For he is, sure, i' the island.
-(lon. Lead away.
Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:
[Aside.
So, king, so safely on to seek thy son. [Breunt.
SCENE II. — Another part of the Island.
Enter Calus As, with a burden of wood.
-: nose of thunder heard.
Cal. All the infectious that the sun sucks up
From boss, feus, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him.
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me.

tas, Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, Aud yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,

'Twould put use to my slipper : but l feel not This deity in my besona; twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me aud. Milau, eaudied be they,

Frishtime with urchiu shows, pitch mei the mire, Nor leadine, like a fire-brand, in the dark out of my way, unless he bid them; but

Aad melt, ere they molest here lies your brother, For every trifle are they set upon me:

No better than the earth he lies upon,
lf he were that, which now he's likes wholm I,
\\ ish this obediest steel, three inches et it,
Cau lay to bed for ever whiles you, doius thus,
To the perpetual wiek for axe misht put
This ancient mersel, this sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course.
They l take sus-estion, as a cat laps milk :
They'll tell the clock to any business, that
We saw beats the hour.
Seb. Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedeut; as thou got'st Milan,

Tu come by Naples. Draw thy swords one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'sts

And l the kins shall love thee. _tne. Draw together:

And when l rear my hand, do you the like,

To fall it on Gonzalo.

For all the rest,

sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at Fe. iAud atter, bite me; then like hedge—hoss, which Lie tumblins in my bare-foot way, and sount Their pricks at my foot-tail: sometime an I All wound with adiers, who, with cleven tonsues, ! Do his me into madness --Lo' now lot Ertz or Tauscule. Here comes a spirit of his; and to terment me, For bringias weed in slowly - I’ll fall dat; Perchance, he willuct mind me. Trio. Here's neither bus's nor shrub, to bear of any weather at all, and another storm brewins - I hear it sinsi the wind wond same black cloud. Yout hose one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before. I sno" ust where to hide my head; yond same cloud causat choose but all by painfuls - what have we here a man or a fish ' Deal or alive? A fish: he smells lik

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fish; avery ancient and fish-like smell, a kind of noof the newest. Poor—John. A stranse fish Were I in Eas and now, as once 1 was, and had but this fish paiuted, not a holiday toolthere but would sive a piece of silver there would this mouster make a man: any stranse seast there makes a man: when they will not size a doit to relieve a lame bess ar, they will lax out ten to see a tead Indian. Less itike a man! and his aus like arms! warm, o' my troth' I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no looser; this is no fish, but an islander, that hat's lately sauered by a thunder-bolt• Touri-er. Alas! the storm is some again: my best-af

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ter here about: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past. 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 su'abber, 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, Gohang: She lov’d not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where—e'er she did itch: 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 he said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. Cal. The spirit torments me: 0 ! 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,

is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shel

But art thou not drowned, Stephand? I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown 2 I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd Ste. Pr'vthee, do not turm me about; my stomach is not constaut. Cal. These befine 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 camst 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 wineishid.—How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague? Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moom, 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

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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 amon, Iknow 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. Trin. I should know that voice: It should be — But he is drowned; and these are devils: 0 ! defend me!— Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate mon– ster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his 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 *... ein thy other mouth. jorin. Stephano, Ste. Doth thy othermouth 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. 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

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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 puppyheaded monster: A most scurvy monster! I, could find in my heart to beat him, Ste. Come, kiss' 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: I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that s serve : I’ll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thon wond’rous man. 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 thce a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clustring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thougo 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. Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell! [Sings drunkenly. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken mouster!

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke:

Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;

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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,
I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,
(The jewel in my dower.) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
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,

The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, To make me slave to it; and for your sake,

And makes my labours pleasures: 0, 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
basemess
Had ne'er like executor. I forget:
But these sweetthoughts do even refresh my labours;
Most busy-less, when I do it.
Enter MirandA; and Prospend 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,
I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that;
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, noblemistress; '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 sol
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.

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 mo, 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
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
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: Ānd now farewell,

Till half an hour hence.
Fer. A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt Fer. and Mira.
Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,
Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I'll to my book;
For yet, ere supper time, must I perform
Much business appertaining. [Exit.
SCENE II. —Another part of the Island.
Enter Stephano and Tusculo; Calihan 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 clee? 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 Cal. Ha, ha, ha! sack; for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I Ste. Now, forward with your tale.—Pr'ythee, stand swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thir—further off! ty leagues, off and on, by this light.—Thou shalt be Cal. Beat him enough! after a little time,

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 *

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.
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-
strous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster?
Cal. Lo,how he mocks me!wilt thou lethim, my lord?
Trin. Lord, quoth he s—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 in-
dignity.

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.
Enter Anues, invisible.
Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a ty—
rant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated
me of this island.
Ari. Thou liest.
Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou!
I would my valiant master would destroy thee:
I do not lie.
Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale,
by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
Trin. Why, I said nothing.
Ste. Mum then, and no more. —
Proceed.
Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
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 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 minny's this? Thou scurvy patch!-
I do beseech §. greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone,
Heshall drink noughtbut brime; for I'll not shew him
Where the quick freshes are.
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger! Inter-
rupt the monster one word further, and, by this
nd, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a
stock-fish of thee.
Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll go far-
ther off.
Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?
Ari. Thou liest.
Ste. Do I so? take thouthat. [Strikes him.] As you
like this, give me the lie another time.
Trin. I did not give the lie: – out o' your wits,
and hearing too?"— A pox o' your bottle; this can
*ck, and drinking do. — A murrain on your mon-
*ter, and the devil take your fingers! -

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| Ste. Stard further! – Come, proceed!
Cat. 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;
lie has brave utensils, (for so he calls them,)
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 methy 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.
Art. 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 ! [Sings.
Flout’em, and skout'em; and skout'em, and flout’em;
Thought is free.
Cal. That's not the tune.
[Aniel 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 like-
ness: 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 moises,
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.
see. 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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