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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;
[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. Ste. What is this same ?
Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of No-body.
Ste. If thou beest a man, show 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 ?
Cal. Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises,
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 ; well follow. I would, I could see this taborer : he lays it on. Trin. Wilt coine ? 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 pa
Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
[Aside to Sebastian.
The next advantage
Let it be to-night;
I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange music; and Prospero above, invi
sible. 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 !
* Our lady.
Gon. Marvellous sweet musick!
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? If I should say I saw such islanders (For, certest, 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 deyils.
I cannot too much muse I, 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.
[Aside. Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb.
No matter, since 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
Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging
at them * Show.
f Certainly. . Wonder.
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men,
. I will stand to, and feed, Although my last : no matter, since I feel The best is past :-Brother, my lord the duke, Stand to, and do as we. 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;
[Seeing Alon. Seb. fc. draw their swords, And even with such like valour, men hang and drown Their proper selves. You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements Of whom your swords are temper’d, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock’d-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle* that's in my plume; my fellow-minis
ters Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, And will not be uplifted : But, remember (For that's my business to you,) that you three From Milan did supplant good Prospero ; Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it, Him, and his innocent child; for which foul deed The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have Incens'd the seas and shores, yea all the creatures, Against your peace : Thee, of thy son, Alonso, They have bereft ; and do pronounce by me,
Lingering perdition (worse than any death.
from (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow, And a clear* life ensuing. .
He vanishes in thunder : then, to soft music, enter the
Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and
work, And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they now are in my power ; And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit
Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drown’d,) . And his and my loved darling.
[Exit Prospero from above. Gon. I'the name of something holy, sir, why stand
you In this strange stare ? Alon.
O, it is monstrous! monstrous ! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass, Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er.
* Pure, blameless. VOL. 1.