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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 darest;
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? Canst thou bring me to the party? . Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee

Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.

Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.
Cal. What a pied 1 ninny 's this! Thou scurvy

patch !-
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him : when that's gone,
He shall drink naught but brine; for I'll not show

him Where the quick freshes 2 are.

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 ?
Ari. Thou liest.

i Parti-colored, in allusion to the striped coat worn by Trinculo, as a jester.

2 Springs.

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. Pr’ythee stand further off.

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

Ste. Stand further. Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him ['the afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain

Having first seized his books; or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand 1 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 ;
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 non-pareil : I never saw a woman
But only Sycorax my dam, and she;

1 Throat.

But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,
As great'st does least.

Ste. Is it so brave a lass ?
Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I

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 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 ?

Ay, on mine honor.
Ari. This will I tell my master.
Cal. Thou makest me merry: I am full of plea-

sure. Let us be jocund. Will you troll 1 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.

[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.


1 Sing with spirit, dismiss it trippingly from the tongue. 2 A short time since.

Ste. What is this same ?

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 Will hum about mine ears; and sometime 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.

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. [Exeunt.


Another part of the island.

ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
Gon. By’r lakin,1 I can go no further, sir;
My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed,
Through forth-rights and meanders ! 2 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 resolved to effect.

The next advantage
Will we take thoroughly.

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.

i By our lady.

? Through straight and crooked paths.

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