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Tender your own good fortune :
Seb. But, for your conscience,-
For all the rest,
befits the hour. Seb.
Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan,
2 For ever.
1 Much more elegant. 3 Any hint.
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
O, but one word.
[they converse apart,
Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the
danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth, (For else his project dies) to keep them living.
[sings in Gonzalo's ear. While
here do snoring lie,
His time doth take :
[they wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you
drawn : Wherefore this ghastly looking ? Gon.
What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing, Like bulls, or rather lions : did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.
I heard nothing.
Heard you this, Gonzalo ?
further search For my poor son.
Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is, sure, i' the island. Alon.
away. Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done :
[aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt.
Another part of the island.
A noise of thunder heard.
him By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they 'll nor pinch,
Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storia brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind : yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard ? that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head : yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.
-What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish : he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man: any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again : my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; 1 there is no other shelter hereabout. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.
1 Make mouths.
2 A leathern flagon to hold beer.
Enter STEPHANO, singing ; a bottle in his hand.
Here shall I die a-shore ;
funeral : Well, here's my comfort.
[drinks. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,
But none of us cared for Kate :
Would cry to a sailor, ‘Go, hang :'
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
[drinks. Cal. Do not torment me. 0!
1 The coarse frock of a peasant.