Trin. Lord, quoth he! that a monster should be fuch a natural! Cal. Lo, lo, again; bite him to death, I pr’ythee, Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head ; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree the poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity. "Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the fuit I made to thee? Ste. Marry will I; kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so Ihall Trinculo. Enter Ariel invisible. Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a forcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the Hand. Ari. Thou liest. Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou; I would my valiant master would destroy thee; I do not lie. Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand I will supplant some of your teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing. Ste: Mum then, and no more; proceed. Cal. I say, by forcery he got this Ine, Ste. That's most certain. Ste. How shall this be compaft? canst thou bring mo to the party? Cal. Yea, yea, my lord, I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou lieft, thou canst not. Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? thou scurvy patch! He 6 dare He shall drink nought but brine, for I'll not shew him Where the quick freshes are. Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger : interrupt the monfter one word further, and by this hand I'll turn my mercy out o' 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 ly'd ? [Beats bim. As you like this, give me the lie another time, Trin. I did not give thee the lie; out o' your wits and hearing too? A pox o'your bottle ! this can fack 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 Pll beat him too. Ste. Stand further. Come, proceed. Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him I'th' afternoon to sleep; there thou may'st brain him, Having first seiz'd 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 poffess his books; for without them He's but a sot, as I am; and 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 an house, he'll deck’t withal. And that most deeply to consider, is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a non-pareil : I ne'er faw woman But only Sycorax my dam, and ? 'her; But she as far surpasses Sycorax As 7 the ; As greatest does the 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, fave our Graces: and Trinculo and thy self shall be Vice-Roys. Doft thou like the plot, Trinculo? Trin. Excellent. Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee: but while thou liv'st, keep a good tongue in thy head. Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep; Ste. Ay, on my honour. Cal. Thou mak’ft me merry; I am full of pleasure ; 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. Ste. What is this fame? Trin. This is the tune of our catch, plaid by the picture of no-body Ste. If thou be'st a man, shew thy self in thy likeness ; if thou be'st a devil, take't as thou list. Trin. O forgive me my sins! upon us ! Cal. Art thou afraid? Cal. Be not afraid; the isle is full of noises, That That if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd. 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. Gon. B S C'E N E III. Changes again. Francisco, &c. My old bones ake: here's a maze trod indeed Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, [Afide to Seb. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose resolv'd t'effect. Seb. The next advantage Will That you Will we take throughly. Ant. Let it be to-night ; Seb. I say to-night: no more. fible. Enter several strange hapes, bringing in a ban- Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe Ant. I'll believe both; Gon. If in Naples Pro. Honest lord, Alon. I cannot too much muse, Pro. 8 ne'er did lie, |