Or cut his wezand with thy knife: Remember, One spirit to command: They all do hate him, He has brave utensils (for so he calls them,) The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er saw woman, But she as far surpasseth Sycorax, As greatest 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. 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 vice-roys :-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? Ste. Ay, on mine honour. Ari. This will I tell my master. Cal. Thou mak'st 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 skout 'em ; and skout 'em, and flout 'em; 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, play'd by the picture of No-body. Ste. If thou beest a man, shew 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. Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, 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. SCENE III. Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, 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 thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd, Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks Ant. [Aside to SEB.] I am right glad that he's so out of hope. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose Seb. The next advantage Will we take thoroughly. Ant. Let it be to-night; For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they As when they are fresh. Seb. 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, heaven!-What were these? Seb. A living drollery: 3 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 them. Gon. If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? (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. Alon. I cannot too much muse, [Aside. Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing (Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Pro. Praise in departing. Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb. No matter, since [Aside. [3] Shows, called drolleries, were in Shakspeare's time performed by puppets only. From these our modern drolls, exhibited at fairs, &c. took their na me. STEEV. 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, 4 Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them, Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts?5 which now, we find, Each putter-out on five for one will bring us Good warrant of. Alon. I will stand to, and feed, Although my last no matter, since I feel Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL like a harpy ; claps 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; 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. You fools! I and my fellows [Seeing ALON. SEB. &c. draw their swords. Are ministers of fate; the elements, Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow ministers [4] Whoever is curious to know the particulars relative to these mountaineers, may consult Maundeville's Travels, printed in 1503, by Wynken de Worde; but it is yet a known truth that the inhabitants of the Alps have been long accustomed to such excrescences or tumours. Quis tumidum guttur miratur in Alpibus? STEEV. [5] Our author might have had this intelligence likewise from the translation of Pliny, B. V. chap. 8: "The Blemmyi, by report, have no heads, but mouth and eies both in their breasts." STEEV. Or he might have had it from Hackluyt's Voyages, 598: "On that branch which is called Caora are a nation of people, whose heads appear not above their shoulders. They are reported to have their eyes in their shoulders, and their mouths in the middle of their breasts. MALONE. [6] Dowle is a feather, or rather the single particles of the down. STEE. Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table. Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou In what thou hadst to say so, with good life, Their several kinds have done my high charms work, In their distractions: they now are in my power; Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drown'd,) Alon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous ! Seb. But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. I'll be thy second. [Exit. [Exe. Seb. and Ant. " |