a forcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the Island. Ari. Thou lieft. Cal, Thou lieft, thou jefting 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 fupplant fome of your teeth. Trin. Why, I faid nothing. Ste. Mum then, and no more; proceed. Cal. I fay, by forcery he got this ifle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him, (for I, know, thou dar'st, But this thing dares not.-) Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compast? canst thou bring me to the party? Cal. Yea, yea, my lord, I'll yield him thee afleep, 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! I do befeech thy greatness, give him blows, And take his bottle from him; when that's gone, 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 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. Didft thou not say, he ly'd? Ari. Thou lieft. Ste. Do I fo? take you that. [Beats him. 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 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 I'll 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 poffefs his books; for without them He's but a fot, 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 utenfils, (for fo he calls them,) Which when he has an house, he'll deck withal. And that most deeply to confider, is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er saw a woman, But only Sycorax my dam, and she : But she as far furpasses Sycorax, As greatest does the leaft. Ste. Is it fo brave a Lafs! 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 thyfelf 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 afleep; Wilt thou destroy him then? Ste. Ay, on my 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 while-ere? Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reafon: come on, Trinculo, let us fing. [Sings. Flout 'em, and fkout'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 thyself in the likenefs; if thou be'st a devil, take't as thou lift. Trin. O, forgive me my fins! Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us! Cal. Art thou afraid? Ste. No, monster, not I. Cal. Be not afraid; the ifle is full of noises, [not. Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices; That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me fleep again; and then in dreaming, The clouds, methought, would open, and shew riches Ready to drop upon me; that when I wak'd, I cry'd to dream again. Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. Cal. When Profpero is destroy'd. Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. Trin. The found is going away; let's follow it, and after do our work. Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could fee this taborer. He lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow Stephano. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE III. Changes to another part of the Island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francifco, &c. Gon. B Y'R lakin, I can go no further, Sir, [deed, My old bones ake: here's a maze trod, inThrough forth-rights and meanders! by your patiI needs must rest me.' [ence, Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope. Seb. The next advantage Will we take throughly. Seb. I fay, to night: no more. Solemn and strange music: and Profpero on the top, invisible. Enter several strange shapes, bringing in a banquet; and dance about it with gentle actions of falutation; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart. Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet music! VOL. I. D Alon. Alon. Give us kind keepers, heaven! what were these? Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe, That there are unicorns; that, in Arabia There is one tree, the phenix' throne; one phœnix At this hour reigning there. Ant. I'll believe both: And what does else want credit, come to me, And I'll be fworn 'tis true. Travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn 'em. Gon. If in Naples I fhould report this now, would they believe me ? If I should fay, I faw such islanders: (For, certes, these are people of the ifland) Who tho' they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, Our human generation you shall find Many; nay, almost any. Pro. Honest lord, Thou hast faid well; for fome of you there present Are worse than devils. Alon. I cannot too much muse, Such shapes, fuch gesture, and such found, expreffing Pro. * Praise, in departing.- Seb. No matter, fince They've left their viands behind; for we have sto machs. Wilt please you taste of what is here? *Pro. Praise in departing.] This is a farcafm. They were praising the Music and Attendance of this visionary Entertainment: But their Commendations were too hafty, for the Banquet was presently fnatched from them: So that the Music was only a prelude to a Mockery. Profpero therefore says, Stay your praises 'till you have ended your entertainment. Praise in departing. The Phrafe alludes to the Custom of Guests praising their Entertainment when they rise from the Banquet. Alon. |