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hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make and hearing too? — A pox o'your bottle! this a stock-fish of thee.

can sack and drinking do.-A murrain on your Trin. Why, what did I ? I did nothing; I'll | monster, and the devil take your fingers ! go further off.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha! Ste. Didst thou not say he lied ?

Ste. Now, forward with your tale.- Pr’ythee ARI. Thou liest.

stand further ott. Sre. Do I so ? take thou that.

Cal. Beat him enough : after a little time,

[Strikes TRINCULO. I'll beat him too. As you like this, give me the lie another time. STE. Stand further.—Come, proceed. [him TRIN. I did not give the lie :-out o' your wits, | Cal. Why, as I told thee, 't is a custom with

I'the afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain | Trin. O, forgive me my eins ! him,

STE. He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log -Mercy upon us ! Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Cal. Art thou afeard ? Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember, STE. No, monster, not I. First to possess his books; for without them

Cal. Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not

Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt One spirit to command: they all do hate him,

not. As rootedly as I:-burn but his books ;

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments He has brave utensils,—for so he calls them, Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal : That, if I then had wak’d after long sleep, And that most deeply to consider, is

Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The beauty of his daughter; he himself

The clouds methought would open and show riches Calls her a nonpareil : I never saw a woman, Ready to drop upon me; that when I wak'd But only Sycorax my dam and she;

I cried to dream again, But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,

STE. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, As great'st does least.

where I shall have my music for nothing. STE.

Is it so brave a lass? CAL. When Prospero is destroyed. Cal. Ay, lord ; she will become thy bed, I || STE. That shall be by and by:* I remember the warrant,

story. And bring thee forth brave brood.

Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, STE. Monster, I will kill this man: his daugh | and after do our work. ter and I will be king and queen,-save our Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would I graces !—and Trinculo and thyself shall be could see this taborer! (2) he lays it on. viceroys.-Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo ? Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. TRIN. Excellent.

[Exeunt. 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;

SCENE III.—Another Part of the Island, Wilt thou destroy him then ?


Ay, on mine honour. ARI. This will I tell my master.

ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Cal. Thou mak’st me merry; I am full of

Gon. By’r lakin, I can go no further, sir : pleasure ;

My old bones ache;c here's a maze trod, indeed, Let us be jocund : will you troll the catch

Through forth-rightsd and meanders! by your You taught me but while-ere?

patience, STE. At thy request, monster, I will do reason,

I needs must rest me. any reason :—Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.

ALON. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, [Sings.

Who am myself attach'd with weariness, Flout 'em, and scout * 'em ; and scout 'em, and

To the dulling of my spirits : sit down and rest. flout 'em ;

Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it Thought is free.

No longer for my flatterer : he is drown'd

Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks CAL. That's not the tune.

Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. [ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. Ant. [Aside to SEB.] I am right glad that STE. What is this same ?

he's so out of hope. Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose the picture of Nobody.(1)

That you resolv'd to effect. Str. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy | SEB. [Aside to Ant.] The next advantage likeness : if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list. Will we take throughly.

(*) Old text, cout. & By and by: By and by, as well as presently, now implies some brief delay; but in old language they usually meant immediately.

b By'r lakin,-) A contraction of By our ladykin, or, little lady. It occurs in "A Midsummer Night's Dream." See note

(b), p. 357, Vol. I.

c Ache:) This word is now invariably speltthus; but formerly, when used as a verb, it took the form of ake," and, as a substantive, of "ache." See note (e), p. 14.

d Through forth-rights and meanders 1] “Mazes were of two kinds, rectangular and curvilinear; Mr. Knight gives a figure o! one of the former."--SINGER.

Ant. [Aside to Ses.] Let it be to-night; | They have left their viands behind; for we have For now they are oppress’d with travel, they

stomachs. Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance,

Will't please you taste of what is here? As when they are fresh.


Not I. SEB. [Aside to Ant.] I say, to-night: no more. Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we

were boys, Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO above,

Who would believe that there were mountaineers invisible. Enter several strange Shapes,

| Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging

at 'em bringing in a banquet ; they dance about

Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men . it with gentle actions of salutation; and,

Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now inviting the King, doc., to eat, they depart.

we find, Alon. What harmony is this ? my good friends,

Each putter-out of five for one will bring us

| Good warrant of. hark !


I will stand to, and feed, GON. Marvellous sweet music!

Although my last : no matter, since I feel Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What

The best is past.—Brother, my lord the duke, were these? SEB. A living drollery. Now I will believe

Stand to, and do as we. That there are unicorns ; that in Arabia

Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a There is one tree, the phenix' throne; one phenix

harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and, At this hour reigning there.

with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes. I'll believe both; ANT. And what does else want credit, come to me,

Ari. You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did lie, | That hath to instrument this lower world Though fools at home condemn 'em.

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

If in Naples Hath caus'd to belch up you, and on this island I should report this now, would they believe me? Where man doth not inhabit, you ’mongst men If I should say, I saw such islanders,—*

Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; For, certes, these are people of the island, - And even with such-like valour, men hang and drown Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, Their proper selves. [ALONSO, SEBAST., &c. draw Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of

their swords. ] You fools ! I and my fellows Our human generation you shall find

Are ministers of Fate: the elements Many, nay, almost any.

Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Pro. [Aside.] Honest lord,

Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Thou hast said well ; for some of you there present Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish Are worse than devils.

One dowled that's in my plume; my fellow ministers ALON.

I cannot too much muse, Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt, Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, ex Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, pressing,

And will not be uplifted. But, remember, Although they want the use of tongue,-a kind For that's my business to you,—that you three Of excellent dumb discourse.

From Milan did supplant good Prospero ; Pro. [Aside.]

Praise in departing." Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it, Fran. They vanish'd strangely.

Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed SEB.

No matter, since The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have

(*) First folio, Islands. « A living drollery.) A puppet show in Shakespeare's time was called a drollery. This, Sebastian says, is one played by living characters.

b Praise in departing.) A proverbial saying, equivalent to ** Await the end before you commend your entertainment." So in " The Paradise of Dainty Devises," 1596, ** A good beginning oft we see, but seldome standing at one stay, For few do like the meane degree, then praise at parting some

men say."
e Each putter-out of five for one-] It was the custom of
travellers, when about to make a long voyage, to put out, or
invest, a sum of money, upon a guarantee that they should
receive at the rate of five for one if they returned. This species
of gambling became so much in vogue at one period that adven-
turers were in the practice of undertaking dangerous journeys
solely upon the speculation of what their putlings-out would

yield if they got back safe. Of course when the journey ended
fatally, the money they had invested went to the party who had
engaged to pay the enormous interest on it. So, in Barnaby
Riche's "Faults and Nothing but Faults," 1607: “Those
whipsters, that, having spent the greatest part of their patrimony
in prodigality, will give out the rest of their stocke to be paid two
or three for one upon their return from Rome." See also Fynes
Moryson's "Itinerary," Part I., p. 198, and Taylor, the water
poet's pamphlet, called “ The Scourge of Basenesse: or The Old
Lerry, with a new Kicksey, and a new-cum twang, with the old
Winsey." The ancient reading is usually altered in modern
editions to “Each putter-out of one for five," or "Each putter-
out on five for one," but no change is called for; Shakespeare and
his contemporaries commonly used of for on,
“I'd put out moneys of being Mayor."

" The Ordinary," Act I. Sc. 1. d Dowle-] Feather; or particle of down.

Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, | And in these fits I leave them, while I visit Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso, Young Ferdinand, — whom they suppose is They have bereft ; and do pronounce, by me,

drown'd, Lingʻring perdition-worse than any death And his and mine lov'd darling. [Exit from above. Can be at once—shall step by step attend

Gon. I the name of something holy, sir, why You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you

stand you from,

In this strange stare? Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls ALON. O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Upon your heads,—is nothing but heart's sorrow, Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it; And a clear life ensuing.

The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,

That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd He vanishes in thunder : then, to soft music, The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. enter the Shapes again, and dance with mocks

Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and, and mows, and carry out the table.

I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lie mudded.

[Exit. Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy


But one fiend at a time, hast thou

I'll fight their legions o'er! Perform’d, my Ariel ; a grace it had, devouring :


I'll be thy second. Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated,

[ Exeunt SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO. In what thou hadst to say : so, with good life,

Gon. All three of them are desperate ; their And observation strange, my meaner ministers

great guilt, Their several kinds have done. My high charms

Like poison given to work a great time after, work,

Now 'gins to bite the spirits.—I do beseech you, And these, mine enemies, are all knit up

That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly, In their distractions : they now are in my power ;

And hinder them from what this ecstasy

May now provoke them to. equal ambiguity in Twelfth Night," Act II. Sc. 3, “Would


Follow, I pray you. you have a love-song, or a song of good life?"


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Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. | Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter : but

If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, All sanctimonious ceremonies may
Your compensation makes amends; for I

With full and holy rite be minister'd,
Have given you here a thread of mine own life, No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
Or that for which I live ; whom once again To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
I tender to thy hand. All thy vexations

Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall bestrew Were but my trials of thy love, and thou

The union of your bed with weeds so loathly, Hast strangely stood the test : here, afore Heaven, That you shall hate it both : therefore take heed, I ratify this my rich gift. O, Ferdinand,

As Hymen's lamps shall light you. Do not smile at me that I boast her off,


As I hope For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, And make it halt behind her!

With such love as 't is now,—the murkiest den, FER.

I do believe it, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion Against an oracle.

Our worser Genius can, shall never melt Pro. Then, as my gift,* and thine own acquisition | Mine honour into lust; to take away

(*) Old text, guest.

mis-spelling, perhaps, of thred = thread, which is oftentimes found

in old writers. I-a thread of mine own life,–] The folios have " third," a I

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