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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 possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, 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 utensils,-for so he calls them,
Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal:
And that most deeply to consider is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam and she;

But she as far surpasseth Sycorax

Is it so brave a lass?

As great'st does least.

Ste.

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Trin. O, forgive me my sins!

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Ste. He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. -Mercy upon us!

Cal. Art thou afeard?
Ste. No, monster, not I.

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Cal. Be not afeard: the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.

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Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after do our work.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would I

Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I could see this taborer! he lays it on. Wilt come? warrant,

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Trin. 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 patience,

I needs must rest me.

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Alon.
Old lord, I cannot blame thee, 4
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd
Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
Ant. [Aside to SEB.] I am right glad that
he's so out of hope.

Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolv'd to effect.

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Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,

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Seb. [Aside to ANT.] I say to-night: no more.

Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter below 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!

Gon. Marvellous sweet music!

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?

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Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe
That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one
phoenix

At this hour reigning there.
Ant.
I'll believe both; 24
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,---- 29
For, certes, these are people of the island,—
Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet,
note,

Their manners are more gentle-kind than of 32
Our human generation you shall find

Many, nay, almost any.

Pro.

[Aside.] Honest lord,

Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hang. ing at them

Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find

Each putter-out of five for one will bring us 48 Good warrant of.

Alon.

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.

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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 64
One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-
ministers

Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,
And will not be uplifted. But, remember,— 68
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,

Thou hast said well; for some of you there Him and his innocent child: for which foul present

Are worse than devils.

Alon. I cannot too much muse, 36 Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing,

Although they want the use of tongue,-a kind

deed

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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, 76 Lingering perdition,-worse than any death

Can be at once,-shall step by step attend You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from

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Which here in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads, -is nothing but heart-sorrow And a clear life ensuing.

He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mocks and mows, and carry out the table.

Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou

Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated 85
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done. My high charms
work,
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And these mine enemies are all knit up
In their distractions: they now are in my power;
And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
Young Ferdinand,-whom they suppose is

drown'd,

92 And his and mine lov'd darling. [Exit 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' th' ooze is bedded; and 100 I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded. [Exit. Seb. But one fiend at a time,

I'll fight their legions o'er.

Ant.

I'll be thy second. [Exeunt SEB. and ANT.

Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt,

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Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the spirits.-I do beseech you
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly
And hinder them from what this ecstasy 108
May now provoke them to.
Adr.
Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt.

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Did worthily perform; and I must use you
In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
Incite them to quick motion; for I must
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
And they expect it from me.

Ari.

Pro. Ay, with a twink.

Presently?

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Ari. Before you can say, 'Come,' and 'Go,' 44 And breathe twice; and cry, 'so, so,'

Each one, tripping on his toe,

Will be here with mop and mow.

Do you love me, master? no?

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Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not ap proach

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Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love: be not too late. 133

Enter certain Nymphs.

You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow, and be merry: Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on, 136 And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing.

Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.

Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy

Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates 140 Against my life: the minute of their plot

Is almost come.-[To the Spirits.] Well done! avoid; no more!

Fer. This is strange: your father's in some passion

That works him strongly.

Mira. Never till this day 144 Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir: Our revels now are ended. These our actors, 148 As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, 153 Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff 156 As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.-Sir, I am vex'd: Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled. Be not disturb'd with my infirmity. If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind. Fer. Mira.

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We wish your peace.

[Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought!-[To them.] I thank thee: Ariel, come!

Enter ARIEL.

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Pro.

This was well done, my bird. 184 Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves.

Ari.
I go, I go. [Exit.
Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, 189
Humanely taken, are all lost, quite lost;
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all, 192
Even to roaring.

Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering
apparel, &c.

Come, hang them on this line. PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet.

Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not

Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. 195 Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.

Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.

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Ste. So is mine.-Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you,— Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: 205

Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to

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Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly;

All's hush'd as midnight yet.

Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the

pool,

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