From me he got it. If thy Greatness will Revenge it on him, for I know thou dar'st, Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it, and I'll ferve thee. Canft thou bring me to the Party? Cal. Yea, yea, my Lord, I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'ft knock a Nail into his Head. Ari. Thou lieft, thou canst not. Cal. What a pyde Ninny's this? Thou fcurvy Patch! And take his Bottle from him; when that's gone, Ste. Trinculo, run into no further Danger: Interrupt the Monster 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 no further off. Ste. Didft thou not say he ly'd: Ari. Thou lieft. Ste. Do I fo? Take you that. As you like this, give me the Lie another time. [Beats him. Trin. I did not give thee the Lie; out o' your Wits and Hearing too? A pox o' your Bottle, this can Sack and Drinking do: Cal. Ha, ha, ha. Ste. Now forward with your Tale; prethee ftand fur ther 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 1 First to poffefs his Books; for without them One Spirit to command: They all do hate him The Beauty of his Daughter; he himself But fhe as far furpaffeth Sycorax As greateft does the leaft. Ste. Is it fo brave a Lafs? Cal. Ay, Lord; he will become thy Bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave Brood. Ste. Monfter, I will kill this Man: His Daughter and I will be King and Queen, fave our Graces; and Trinculo and thy felf fhall be Vice-Roys. Doft thou like the Plot, Trinculo? Trin. Excellent. Ste. Give me thy Hand; I am forry I beat thee: But while thou liv'ft keep a good Tongue in thy Head. Wilt thou destroy him then? Ste. Ay, on mine Honour. Ari. This will I tell my Mafter. Cal. Thou mak'st me merry; I am full of Pleasure : Let us be jocund. Will you troul the Catch You taught me but whileare? Ste. At thy Requeft, Monfter, I will do Reafon, And Reafon: Come on, Trinculo, let us fing. [Sings. Flout 'em, and cant 'em; and skont 'em, and flout 'em ; 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 Pi&ture of No-body. Ste. If thou be'ft a Man, fhew thy felf in thy Likeness: If thou be'ft a Devil, take't as thou lift. Trin. Q forgive me my Sin. D 4 Ste. Ste. He that dies pays all Debts: I defie thee. Mercy on us. Cal. Art thou afraid? Ste. No, Monster, not I. Cal. Be not afraid; the Ifle is full of Noifes, Sounds, and fweet Airs, that give Delight, and hurt not. I cry'd to dream again. Ste. This will prove a brave Kingdom to me, Ste. That fhall 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 fee this Taborer: He lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow Stephano. SCENE III. [Exeunt. Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francifco, &c. Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, Sir, My old Bones ake: Here's a Maze trod indeed Through Forth-rights and Meanders: By your Patience, I needs muft reft me. Alon. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am my felf attach'd with Weariness To th' dulling of my Spirits; fit down and rest: Ant, Ant. I am right glad that he's fo out of Hope. Seb. The next Advantage will we take throughly. For, now they are opprefs'd with Travel, they Solemn and ftrange Mufick, and Profpero on the Top invisible. Enter feveral ftrange Shapes, bringing in a Banquet; and dance about it with gentle Actions of Salutations, and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart. Seb. I fay to Night: No more. Alon. What Harmony is this? My good Friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous fweet Mufick! Alon. Give us kind Keepers, Heav'ns; what are these? Seb. A living Drollery. Now I will believe That there are Unicorns; that in Arabia There is one Tree, the Phoenix Throne, one Phonix Ant. I'll believe both: And what does elfe 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? (For certes these are People of the Island) Who tho' they are of monftrous Shape, yet note Many, nay, almost any. Pro. Honeft Lord, Thou haft faid well; for fome of you there present Are worse than Devils. Alon. I cannot too much mufe, Such Shapes, fuch Gefture, and fuch Sound, expreffing, Of excellent dumb Difcourfe. Pro. Praise in departing. Fra Fra. They vanish'd ftrangely. Seb. No matter, fince They have left their Viands behind; for we have Stomachs. Wilt please you taste of what is here? Alon. Not I. Gon. Faith Sir, you need not fear. When we were Boys, Whofe Heads ftood in their Breafts? which now we find Alon. I will ftand to, and feed, Although my laft; vo matter, fince I feel The beft is paft. Brother, my Lord, the Duke, Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariel like a Harpy, claps his Wings upon the Table, and with a queint Device the Ban quet vanishes. Ari. You are three Men of Sin, whom Deftiny, Of whom your Swords are temper'd, may as well One Dowle that's in my Plume: My Fellow-minifters Your Swords are now too maffie for your Strength, Incens'd |