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Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
Ste. That's most certain.
Ste. How now shall this be compassed? 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 liest, thou canst not.
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger; interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, 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 further off.
Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied ?
Ste. Do I so? take thou that. (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 sack, and drinking do. - A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers !
Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Priythee, stand further off.
Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,
Stand further.-Come, proceed. (1) Alluding to Trinculo's party-coloured dress. (2) Springs.
Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
Is it so brave a lass?
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 livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
Cal. Within this half hour will be be asleep:
Ay, on mine honour.
any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
(Sings. Flout'em, and skout 'em; and skout 'em, and
fout 'em ; Thought is free. 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, played by the picture of No-body.
Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness; if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list.
Trin. O, forgive me my sins !
Cal. Art thou afeard ?
Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
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 music for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.
Ste. That shall be by and by : I remember the story.
Irin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and atter, do our work.
Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.--I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.
SCENE III.- Another part of the Island. En
ter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others. Gon. By'r lakin,l I can go no further, sir ; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed, Through forth-rights, and meanders ! by your pa
tience, I needs must rest me. Alon.
Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits : sit 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. I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
[Aside to Sebastian. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect. Seb.
The next advantage
Let it be to-night;
I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange music; and Prospero above,
invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and inviting the king, &c. to eat, they depart. Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends,
hark ! Gon. Marvellous sweet music! Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens !-What
(1) Our lady.
Seb. A living drollery :! Now I will believe, That there are unicorns; that in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix' 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 did lie, Though fools at home condemn them. Gon.
If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say I saw such islanders (For, 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.
I cannot too much muse,3 Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, ex
pressing (Although they want the use of tongue,) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Pro.
Praise in departing.
[ Aside. Fran. They vanish'd strangely: Seb.
No matter, since They have left their viands behind; for we have
stomachs.Will't 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-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging
at them Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men,