good fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his No
destiny our cable, for our own doth little advan- The
tuge! If he be not born to be banged, our
case is miserable,

P

(Ereunt. I ha Re-enter BOATSWAIN.

(or Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare ; lower, Art Jower; bring ber to try with main course. [A cry within.) A plague upon this howling! Of they are louder than the weather, or our Tha othce.

And
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and

Did
GONZALO.
Yet again! what do you here? Sball we give I sl
o'er, and drown! Have you a inind to sink? Anc

Seh. A pox o'your throat? you bawling, blas-
phenious, uncbaritable dog!

Lie Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, inso. The lent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

The Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning ; though I ha the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and So as leaky as an unstanched • wench.

Boals. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ; set ber two Bet courses; off to sea again, lay her off.

Wb Enter MARINERS, wet.

For Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost !

(Exeunt. Beg Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? And Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us Coo

assist them,
For our case is as their's.

Th
Seb. I am out of patience.

Ob Ant. We are merely + cheated of our lives by drunkards.

At Tbis wide-chapped rascal ; --'Would,

thou Id
might'st lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides !

Ou
Gon. He'll be hanged yet ;
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.

(A confused noise within.] or
Mercy on us. We split, we split! Farewell, Ha
my wife and children - Farewell, brother!
We split, we split, we split.---

An Ant. Let's all sink with the king.

(Erit. Tb Seb. Let's take leave of him.

Gon. Now wonld I give a thousand furlongs of sca, for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above bé Th done! but I would fain die a dry death.

(Exit, Fo

(Exit. In

4

SCENE II.-The Island : before the Cell of
PROSPERO.

Не
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you
have

Th
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : А
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking

pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's Sh

cheek,
Dashes the fire out. Oh! I have suffer'd

W:
With those that I saw suffer ! a brave vessel,
Who bad no doubt some noble creatures in
her,

WI
Dash'd all to pieces, Oh! the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor sculs ! they Or

peri b'd.
Had I bern any god of power, I would
Have utk the gra within the earth, or e'er t
should the good sbip so have swallowed, BU
and

A

By

(So bave we all) of joy : for our escape

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Is much beyond our loss : Our hint of woe

Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, widow in ? Widow Dido ! The mast .rs of some merchant, and the mer. Seb. What if he bad said, widower Æneas too * chant,

good lord, how you take it! Have just our theme of woe : but for the mi. Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me racle,

study of that: she was of Carthage, not of I mean our preservation, few in millions

Tunis.
Can speak like us: then wisely, good Sir, weigh Gon. This Tunis, Sir, was Cartbage.
Our sorrow with our comfort.

Adr. Carthage ?
Alon. Pr'ytbee, peace.

Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
Seb. He receives comfort lite cold porridge. Ant. His word is more than the miraculons
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. barp.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his Seb. He hath raised the wall, and houses too. wit; by and by it will strike.

Ant. What impossible matter will be make Gon. Sir,

easy next? Seb. One :--Tell.

Seb. I think he will carry this island bome in Gon. When every grief is entertained, that's his pocket, and give it bis son for an apple. offer'd,

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Comes to the entertainer-

bring forth more islands. Seb. A dollar.

Gon. Ay? Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed ; you have Ant. Why, in good time. spoken truer than you purposed.

Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant seem now as fresh, as when we were al Tunis, you should,

at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Gon. Therefore, my Lord,

queen. Ant. Fie, what a' spendthrift is be of his Ant. And the rarest that e'er came tbere. tonguel

Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Alon. I pr’ythee, spare.

Ant. 0 widow Dido ; ay, widow Dido.
Gon. Well, I have done : But yet-

Gon. Is not, Sir, mny doublet as fresh as the
Seb. He will be talking.

first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Ant. Which of them, be, or Adrian, for a Ant. That sort was well tish'd for. good wager, first begins to crow !

Gon. Wben I wore it at your daughter's mar. Seb. The old cock.

riage ? Ant. The cockrel.

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, Seb. Done : The wager?

against Ant. A langhter.

The stomach of my sense : 'Would I had never
Seb. A match.

Married my daughter there ! for, coming thence,
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,- My sou is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Seb. Ha, ba, ba!

Who is so far from Italy remoy'd,
Ant. So, you've paid.

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,- of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Seb. Yet,

Hath made bis meal on tbee !
Adr. Yet-

Fran. Sir, be may live ;
Ant. He could not miss it.

I saw him beat the surges under bim, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and And ride upon their backs ; he trod ihe water, delicate temperance.

Whose enmity he ftung aside, and breasted
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. The surge most swolu that met bim : his bold
Seb. Ay, and a subtle ; as he most learnedly

head delivered

'Bove the contentions waves he kept, and oar'd Adr. The air breathes upon us here most Himself with bis good arms in lusty stroke sweetly.

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

bow'd,
Aat. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fer. As stooping to relieve him : 1 not doubt,
Gon. Here is every thing adrantageous to life. He came alive to land.
Aat. True ; save means to live.

Alon. No, no, be's gone.
Ses. Of that, there's nne or little.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this
Gon. How lush † and lusty the grass looks ?

great loss; bow green?

That would not bless our Europe with your Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

daughter,
Seb. With an eye of green in't.

But rather lose her to an African ;
Ant. He misses not much.

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Seb. No; be doth but mistake the truth to- Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. tally.

Alon. Pr’ythee, peace. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed Seb. You were kneelid to, and importuu'd almost beyond credit)

otherwise Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

By all of us; and the fair soul herself Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Weigh'd, between loathness and obedience, at drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their wbich end o' the beam she'd bow. We have fresbness and glosses; being rather new dyed,

lost your son, Abas stain'd with salt water.

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, More widows in them of this business' making, Sould it not say, he lies ?

Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's 86b. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Your own.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. a: aber we put them on first in Afric, at the Gon. My lord Sebastian, Diarnage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, the king of Tunis.

And time to speak it in : you rub the sore,
Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper When you should bring the plaster.
Weil in our retom.

Seb. Yery well.
Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such Ant. And most chirurgeonly,
paragon to their queen.

Gon. It is soul weather in us all, good Sir,

When you are cloudy. • Temperature

+ Rank. • Shade of colour.

• Degree or quahty.

Seb. Foul weather :

Doth it not then our eyelids sink ! I find not Ant. Very foul.

Myself dispos'd to sleep.
Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord, Ant. Not I: my spirits are nimble.
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.

They fell together all, as by consent ;
Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

They dropp'd as by a thunder-stroke. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I might, do 1

Worthy Sebastian -Oh! wbat might 1-No Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.

more : Gon. I'the commonwealth I would by con- And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, traries

What thou should'st be : the occasion speaks Execute all things : for no kind of traffic

thee ; and Would I admit; no name of magistrate ; My strong imagination sees a crown Letters should not be known; no use of service, Dropping upon thy head. of riches or of poverty ; no coutracts,

Seb. Wbat, art thou waking! Successions ; bound of laud, tilth, vineyard, Ant. Do you not hear me speak ! none;

Seb. I do ; and, surely, No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil :

It is a sleepy language ; and thou sperk'st No occupation ; all meu idle, all;

Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say: And women too; but innocent and pure : This is a strange repose, to be asleep No sovereignty :

With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, monite Seb. And yet he would be king on't.

And yet so fast asleep. Ant. The latter end of bis commonwealth for: Ant. Noble Sebastian, gets the beginning.

Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather ; wist's Gon. All things in common nature should Whiles tbou art waking. produce

Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly; Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, There's meaning in thy snores. Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you Would I not have ; but nature should bring Must be so too, if need me; which to do, forth,

Trebles thee o'er. of its own kind, all foizon, + all abundance, Seb. Well; I am standing water. To feed my innocent people.

Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?

Seb. Do so: to ebb, Ant. None, man ; ali idle ; wbores, and Hereditary sloth instructs me. knaves.

Ant. Oh! Gon. I would with snch perfection govern, Sir, If you but knew, bow you the purpose cherish, To excel the golden age.

Whiles thus you mock it! how, id stripping it, Seb. 'Save his majesty!

You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, Ant. Long live Gonzalo !

Most often do so near the bottom run, Gon. And, do yoa mark me, Sir ?

By their own fear, or sloth. Alon. Prythee, bo more : thou dost talk no- Seb. Pr'ythee, say on : thing to me.

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim Gon. I do weli believe your highness; and a matter from thee : and a birth, indeed, did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, Which throes thee much to yield. who are of such sensible and niinble lungs, that Ant. Thus, Sir: they always use to augh at nothing.

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Ant. 'Twas you we laughed at.

(Who shall be of as little memory, Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am when he is earth'd) bath here almost persuaded nothing to you ; so you may continue, and laugh (For he's a spirit of persuasion only,) at nothing still.

The king, bis son's alive ; 'uis as impossible Ant. What a blow was there given !

That he's undrown'd, as he thai sleeps bere, Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

swims. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; Seb, I have no hope you would list the moon out of her sphere, if that be's undrown'd. she wonld continue in it tive weeks without Ant. 0 out of that no hope, changing

What great bope bave you i no hope, that way,

is
Enter Arial invisible, playing solemn music. Another way so high an bope, that even

Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. But doubts discovery there. Will you past,

Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adven.
ture my discretion so Weakly. Will you laugh That Ferdinand is drown'd!
me asleep, for I am very heavy ?

Seb. He's gone. ut. Go sleep, and hear us.

Ant. Then, tell me, (All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Who's the next heir of Naples ! Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine Seb. Claribel. eyes

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts :

dwells I find

Ten leagues beyond man's life ; sbe tha from They are inclin'd to do so.

Naples Seb. Please you, Sir,

can have no note, unless the sun were pest, Do not omit the heavy offer of it :

(The man i'the moon's too slow.) till ues-bora It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

cbius It is a comforter.

Be rough and razorable : she, from whom Ant. We two, my lord,

We were all sea-swallow'd, ibough some cast will guard your person, while you take your

again; rest,

And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, And watch your safety.

Whereof what's past is prologue ; what to coat, Alon. Thank you : Wondrons heavy.

In yours and my discbarge. (Alonso sleeps. (Erit Ariel. Seb. What stuff is this !-How say yon! Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses 'Tis true my brother's daughter's quces of them!

Tunis ; Ant. It is the quality o'the climate.

So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Seb. Why

There is some space.

Art. A space whose every cubit • The rack,

# Plenty.

Seeins to cry oitt, How shall thai Claribel

with me,

me :

Meusure us back to Naples !--Keep in Tunis, To make an earthquake I sure it was the roar
And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death or a whole herd of lious.
That now bath seiz'd them; why, they were no Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ?
worse

Gon. Upon mine bonour, Sir, I heard a huin-
Tban now they are: There be, that can rule

ming, Naples,

And that a strauge one too, wbich did awake As well as be that sleeps ; lords, that can prate

(opend, As amply and unnecessarily,

I sbak'd you, Sir, and cried ; as mine eyes As this Gonzalo ; I myself could make

I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a
A chongbof as deep chat. Oh ! that you bore

poise,
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard ;
For your advancement ! Do you understand me? Or that we quit this place : let's draw our wea-
Seb. Methinks, I do.

pons.
Ant. And how does your content

Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make Tender your own good fortune?

further scarch
Seb. I remember,

For my poor son.
You did supplant your brother Prospero.

Con. Heavens keep him from these beasts !
Ant. True :

For he is, sure, i' the island,
And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Alon. Lead away.
Much feater than before : My brother's servants Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.

done :
Seb. But, for your conscience-

So, king, go safely on to seek tby son. (A side. Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that ? if it were a

(Exeunt.
kybe,
'Twould put me to my slipper ; but I feel not SCENE II.- Another part of the island.
This deity in my bosom : twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt nie and Milan, candied be Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.

they,
And mel, ere they molest! Here lies your bro.

A noise of thunder heard.
ther,

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up No better than the earth he lies upon,

From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and
Ir be were that wbich now he's like ; whom I,

make him
With this obedient steel, three inches of it, By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
Can lay to bed for ever : whiles you, doing thus, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll dor
To the perpetual wink for aye + might put

pinch,
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Fright nie with urchin shows, pitch me i' the
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,

mire,
They'll take suggestion, I as a cat laps milk; Nor lead me, like a Ore-brand, in the dark
They'll tell the clock to any business that Out of my way, unless he bid them ; but
We say befits the hour.

For every trifle are they set upou me :
Seb. Thy case, dear friend,

Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,

me, 1'11 come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one And after, bite me; then like hedge-bogs, which stroke

Lie tuinbling in my bare foot way, and mount Shall free thee from the tribute which thou Their pricks my foot-fall; sometime am I pay'st ;

All wound with adders, who, with cloren And I tbe kiug shall love thee.

tongues,
Ant. Draw together :

Do hiss me into madness :--Lo! now! lo !
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Enter TRINCULO.
Seb. Ob! but one word.

Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, [They converse apert. For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall tat;

Percbauce, he will not inind me.
Musie. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear
Ari. My master through bis art foresees the off any weather at all, and another storm brew.
danger

ing; I hear it sing i' the wind : yond' same That these, his friends, are in ; and sends me black cloud, yond buge one, looks like a foul forth,

bumbard + that would shed his liquor. If it (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. should thunder, as it did before, I know not

(Sings in GONZALO's car. where to bide iny bead : yond' saine cloud canWhile yon here do snoring lie,

not cboose but fall by pailfuls.-What have

we here! a man or a fish? Dead or alive! A Open-ey'd conspiracy His time doth take :

fish : he smells like a fish; a very ancieut and If of life you keep a care,

fish-like smell; a kind of uot of the newest

Poor-John.
Shake off slumber, and beware :

A strange tish! Were I in Eugland
Atrake! awake!

now (as once I was,) and bad but this tish

painted, not a holiday.fool there but would give Aut. Then let us both be sudden.

a piece of silver : there would this monster Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king ; make a man ; any strange beast there makes a

(They uuuke. man: when they will not give a doit to relieve Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a you drawn?

dead Indiau. Legg'd like a man! and his time Wherefore tbis ghastly looking ?

like arms! Waim, o' my trotb! I do now let Crn. What's the matter !

loose my opinion, hold it no longer ; this is lo Seb. While we stood bere securing your re- isb but an islander, that hath lately suffered by pose,

a thunderbolt. (Thunder.) Alas! the storm is Even now, we heard a hollow borst of bellowing come again : my best way is 10 creep under bis Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you ? gaberdine; t there is no other shelter hereaboul : 16 struck mine ear most terribly.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed fellows. Alon. I beard nothing.

I will here shroud, till the dregs of the story be Ant. Oh! 'twas a din to frigot a monster's past. ear ;

• Make months. • A bird of the jacksaw kind. t Exer.

A black ink of teacher, to holil herr. : lay launt.

A course frork til muru in Juwa.

Enter STEPHANO, singing ; a bottle in his, hope now, thou art not drowu'd. Is the storm hand.

over-blown? I hid me under the dead 2006

calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm : And art Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

thou liviug, Stephano ? O Stephano, two NeaHere shall I die ashore ;

politans 'scap'd !

Ste. Proyihee, do not turn me about; my This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's

stomach is not constant. funeral :

(Drinks. Well, here's my coinfort.

Cal. These be fue things, an if they be sot

sprites. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor : and I,

I will kneel to him. The gunner, and his mate,

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st the Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, bither ? swear by this bottle, bow thou cam'st But none of us card for Kate:

hither. I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which For she had a tongue with a tang,

the sailors heaved overboard, by this bottle! Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang:

which I made of the bark of a tree, with mibe She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,

own hands, since I was cast a shore. Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she Cal. I'll swear, upon twat bottle, to be thy did itch:

True sabject; for the liquor is not earthly. Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. Ste. Here ; swear then how thou escap'dst.

Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I ca This is a scurvy tune too : But here's my com- swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. fort.

(Drinks. Ste. Here, kiss the book : Though thou canst Cal. Do not torment me : Ho !

swim like a duck, thou art made like a goox. Ste. What's the matter ! Have we devils bere 1 Trin. O Stephano, bast any more of this ! Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in 3 men of Inde?! Ha! I have not scap'd drowning, rock by the sea-side, where my wine is wid. to be afeard now your four legs; for it bath How now, moou-call ? how does thine agee! been said, As proper a man as ever went on four Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven ! legs, cannot make him give ground : and it shall

Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: 1 be said so again, whilst Stephano breathes at was the man in the moon, when time was. nostrils.

Cal. I bave seeu thee in her, and I do adare Cal. The spirit torments me : Ho!

thee; Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with My mistress showed me thee, thy dog, and four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague :

bush. Where the devil should he learn our language ! Ste. Come, swear to that ; kiss the boos: 1 I will give him some relief, if it be but for that : will furnish it anon with new contents : swear. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and Trin. By this good light, this is a very sballos get to Naples with him, he's a present for any monster :- 1 afeard of him f--a very weak bes. einperor that ever trode on neat's leather.

ster :--The man i' the moon a most poor creCal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee ;

dulous monster ;-Well drawn, monster, in good I'll bring my wood home faster.

sootb. Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the after the wisest. He shall taste of iny bottle :

island; if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near And kiss thy foot : 1 prøythee, be my god. to remove his fit: if I can recover him, and Trin. By this light, a most pertigious and keep bim tame, I will not take too much for drunken monster ; when his god's asleep, ki hin: be shall pay for bim that hath him, and rob bis bottle. that soundly.

Cal. I'll kiss thy foot : PN swear myself thy Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou

suhject. wilt

Ste. Come on then ; down, and swear. Anon, I know it by thy trembling :

Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this Now Prosper works upon thee.

puppy-headed monster! A most scurvy borster! Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; I could find in my beart to bear him.bere is that which will give language to you, Ste. Come, kiss. cat; open your mouth : this will shake your Trin.-but that the poor mouster's in driat : shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly : you An abominable monster! cannot tell who's your friend : open your chaps Cal. I'll show thee the best springs ; 1'7 plack again.

tbee berries ; 7'rin. I should know that voice : It should be in fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. -But he is drowned ; and these are devils : Ob! A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! defend me!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Ste. Four legs, and two voices ! a most delicate Thou wond'rous man. monster! His forward voice now is to speak Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a well of his friend; bis backward voice is to utter wouder of a poor drunkard. foul spceches, and to detract. If all the wine in Cal. I pr'yibee, let me bring thee where cras my bottie will recover him, I will help his ague :

grow; Coine,--Ainen! I will pour some in thy other and I with my long nails will dig thee pismoutb.

nuts ; Trin. Stephano,

Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee bere Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy! To share the nimble marmozet ; I'll bring mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will

thee leave him ; I have no long spoon.

To clust'ring Gilberds, and sometimes I'd gei Trin. Stephano !--if thou beest Stephano, touch

tbee me, and speak to me ; for I am Trinculo ;-be Young sea-mells from the rock : Wilt thea so rot afeard,--thy good friend Trinculo.

with me 3 Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, witboat ray pul thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculo's more talking.–Trinculo, the king and all our leys, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, in company else being drowned, we will ichert deed: How cam'st thou to be the siege of this here. --Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Triscale, Inoon-calf ? Can he vent Trinculos ?

we'll fill bim by and by again. Zrin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder. Cal. Farewell master; jareneil, resell. stroke :-But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I

(Sings drunkeni.

• India.

+ Stool.

• Seagulls.