head; if you prove a mutineer, the next treeThe poor monster 's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity. Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will I kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. Enter ARIEL, invisible. Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant; a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of this island. Ari. Thou liest. Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou; I would, my valiant master would destroy thee: I do not lie. Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing. Ste. Mum, then, and no more.-[To CALIBAN. Proceed. Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party? Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head. Cal. What a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy patch! I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, Where the quick freshes are. Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stockfish of thee. Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off. Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied? First to possess his books; for without them Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head. Cal. Within this half-hour will he be asleep; Wilt thou destroy him then? Ste. Ay, on mine honour. Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings. Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout'em; Thought is free. Ready to drop upon me: that, when I waked, 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; we 'll follow.-I would I could see this taborer; he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? 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. Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attached 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 drowned, Whom thus we stray to find: and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go. Ant. I am right glad that he 's so out of hope. [Aside to SEBASTIAN. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolved to effect. Seb. The next advantage Will we take thoroughly. Ant. Let it be to-night; Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew-lapped like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find, Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Alon. Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table, aud 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 ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, &c., 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 tempered, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemocked-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-mini sters Are like invulnerable; if you could hurt, Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso, (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 carry out the table. Pro. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Performed, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: And these, mine enemies, are all knit up [Exit PROSPERO, from above. SCENE I.-Before PROSPEKO's Cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. Pro. If I have too austerely punished you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life, Or that for which I live; whom once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her. Ari. Before you can say, "Come," and "go," And breathe twice; and cry, "So, so;" Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mowe: Do you love me, master? no. Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach Till thou dost hear me call. Pro. Look thou be true: do not give dalliance Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious, Or else, good night your vow! Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease; The turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims, Which spongy April at thy 'hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves, Whose shadow the dismisséd bachelor loves, Spirits, which, by mine art I have from their confines called to enact My present fancies. Sweet now, silence; Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marred. Iris. You nymphs, called Naiads, of the wan dering brooks, With your sedged crowns and ever harmless looks, Enter certain NYMPHS. 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. |