To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word.

[They converfe apart.

Enter ARIEL, with mufick and fong.

Ari. My mafter through his art foresees the dan

ger,

That you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth (For elfe his project dies) to keep them living. [Sings in GONZALO's ear.

While you here do fnoring lie,

Open-ey'd confpiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off lumber, and berware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.

Gon. Now, good angels, preferve the king!

[They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you Wherefore this ghaftly looking? Gon. What's the matter?

[drawn?

Seb. Whiles we ftood here fecuring your repofe, Even now, we heard a hollow burft of bellowing, Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It ftrook mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! fure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ?

Gon. Upon my honour, fir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I fhak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise,

That's

Aa II. That's verity: 'Tis best we ftand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make furFor my poor fon. [ther fearch Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!

For he is, fure, i' the island.

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profpero, my lord, fhall know what I have

done.

So king, go fafely on to seek thy fon.

[Afide. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. Another Part of the Island.

Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood: A noife of thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the fun fucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a difeafe! His fpirits hear me,
And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin fhews, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle they are set upon me:

Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hifs me into madness :-Lo! now! lo!

Enter TRINCULO.

Here comes a fpirit of his; and to torment me, For bringing wood in flowly: I'll fall flat; Perchance he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bufh nor fhrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another ftorm brewing; I hear it fing i' the wind: yond' fame black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would thed his liquor If it fhould thunder, as it

did before, I know not where to hide my head : yond' fame cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fifh? Dead or alive? A fifh: he fmells like a fifh; a very ancient and fith-like fmell; a kind of, not of the neweft, Poor-John. A ftrange fish were I in England now (as once I was) and had but this fifh painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of filver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beaft there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to fee a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loofe my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that has lately fuffered by a thunderbolt. Alas! the ftorm is come again: my beft way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other fhelter hereabout: Mifery acquaints a man with ftrange bed-fellows: I will here throwd, till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO finging, a bottle in his hand.

Ste. 1 fhall no more to fea, to fea,

Here fhall I die a-fhore,

This is a very fcurvy tune to fing at a man's fune

ral: Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks.

The mafter, the fwabber, the boatfwain and I,
The gunner and his mate,

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Lov'd

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate.
For fhe had a tongue with a tang,

Would cry to a failor, Go, hang:

She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch,

Yet a taylor might fcratch her where-e'er she did itch: Then to fea, boys, and let her go hang.

This is a fcurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. [Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: Oh!

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with favages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not feap'd drowning, to be afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been faid, As proper a man as ever went upon four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be faid fo again, while Stephano breathes at noftrils.

Cal. The fpirit torments me: Oh!

Ste. This is fome monfter of the ifle, with four legs; who has got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil fhould he learn our language? I will give him fome relief, if it be but for that: If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a prefent for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wifeft: He fhall taste of my bottle: if he never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he fhall pay for him that hath him, and that foundly.

Cal. Thou doft me yet but little hurt; thou wilt

anon,

anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now Profper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat; open your mouth: this will shake your thaking, I can tell you, and that foundly; you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

Trin. I should know that voice: It should be,--But he is drown'd; and these are devils: O! defend me!

Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to fpeak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul fpeeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: ComeAmen: I will pour fome in thy other mouth. Trin. Stephano

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monfter: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trin. Stephano!if thou be'ft Stephano, touch me, and fpeak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afraid, thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou be'ft Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the leffer legs; if any be Trinculo's legs, thefe are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam't thou to be the fiege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. Itook him to be killed with a thunder-ftroke: -But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown'd. Is the ftorm over

blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? Stephano, two Neapolitans 'fcap'd!

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