As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo ; myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore Ant. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? Seb. I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero. True: And look how well my garments sit upon me; Much feater than before. My brother's servants Were then my fellows; now they are my men. Seb. But, for your conscience Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe, 'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead,— Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it, Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, For all the rest, They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk; Seb. Shall be my precedent: I'll come by Naples. stroke Thy case, dear friend, as thou gott'st Milan, Draw thy sword: one Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st; And I the king shall love thee. Ant. Draw together: And when I rear my hand, do you the like Seb. O, but one word. [They converse apart. Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth, (For else his project dies,) to keep thee living. [Sings in GONZALO's ear. While you here do snoring lie, His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware: Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. [waking.] Now, good angels, preserve the king! Why, how now! [To Alon.] ho! awake!—Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? Alon. [waking.] What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly. Alon. I heard nothing. Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions. Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a hum ming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shaked you, sir, and cried; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, That's verity. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further search For my poor son. Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island. Alon. Lead away. [Exeunt. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exit. SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. pinch, But they'll nor Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire, Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid them; but Enter TRINCULO. Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat; Perchance, he will not mind me. Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of, not of the newest, PoorJohn. A strange fish! Were I in England now (as once I was), and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer,—this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past. Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. Ste. Here shall I die ashore ; This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Drinks. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, Loved Mall, and Meg, and Marian, and Margery, For she had a tongue with a tang, She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch, This is scurvy tune too: but here's my com- Cal. Do not torment me: O! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon's with salvages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scaped drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, as proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at 's nostrils. Cal. The spirit torments me: O! Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that. If I can recover him and keep him tame, and get |