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!

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Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther off.

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

Ste.

Stand farther. Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, "tis a custom with him,

I' th' afternoon to sleep there thou mayst brain him,
Having first seized 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.

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He 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 nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam and she;

But she as far surpasse th Sycorax

As great ́st 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.

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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.

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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 makest 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 reason Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings.

Flout 'em and scout 'em

And scout 'em and flout 'em ;

Thought is free.

Cal. That's not the tune.

[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pij e.

Ste. What is this same?

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Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.

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!

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

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Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,

Will make me sleep again and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked,

I cried to dream again.

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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.
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 see this taborer; he lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.

SCENE III. Another part of the island.

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[Exeunt.

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRLAN, 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 rest me.

Alon.

Old lord, I cannot blame thes,

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.

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Ant. [Aside to Seb.] I am right glad that he's so out of hope.

Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose

That you resolved to effect.

Seb. [Aside to Ant.] The next advantage Will we take throughly.

Ant. [Aside to Seb.] 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.

Seb. [Aside to Ant.] I say, to-night; no more.

[Solemn and strange music.

Alon. What harmony is this? My good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet music!

Enter 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. 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
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 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.

Pros.

[Aside] 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.

Pros.

[Aside] Praise in departing.

Fran. They vanish'd strangely.

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Seb.

No matter, since

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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 '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.

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Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy; clape his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.

Ari. You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, That hath to instrument this lower world

And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea

Hath caused to belch up you; 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 such-like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves.

[Alon., Seb., &c., draw their swords.
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 bemock'd-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 massy for your strengths
And will not be uplifted. But remember-
For that's my business to you-that you three

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From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,

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Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed

The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have

Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me:
Lingering perdition, worse than any death
Can be at once, shall step by step attend

You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from-
Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads-is nothing but heart-sorrow

And a clear life ensuing.

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He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance, with mocks and mows, and carrying out the table.

Pros Bravely the figures of this harpy hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
In what thou hadst to say so, with good life
And observation strange, my meaner ministers

Their several kinds have done. My high charms work
And these mine enemies are all knit up

In their distractions: they now are in my power;

And in these fits I leave them, while I visit

Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,
And his and mine loved darling.

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[Exit above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare?

Alon.
O, it is monstrous, monstrous !
Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
The name of Prosper it did bass my trespass.
Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
And with him there lie mudded.

Seb.

I'll fight their legions o'er.

Ant.

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[Exit.

But one fiend at a time,

I'll be thy second.

[Exeunt Seb. and Ant.

Gon. All three of them are desperate": their great guilt,

Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly
And hinder them from what this ecstasy

May now provoke them to.

Adr,

Follow, I pray you.

[Exeunt

ACT IV.

SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell

Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA,

Pros. If I have too austerely punish'd you,

Your compensation makes amends, for I