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

hand.

Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

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,

The gunner, and his mate,
Lev'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate:
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang:
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she
did itch:

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my com-
fort.
[Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: Ho!

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here ? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not scap'd 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, whilst Stephano breathes at

nostrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me: Ho!

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 to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trode on neat's leather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of iny bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for hun: he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou
wilt

Anon, I know it by thy trembling :
Now Prosper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth;
here is that which will give language to you,
this will shake your
cat; open your mouth :
shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you
cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps
again.

Trin. I should know that voice: It should be -But he is drowned; and these are devils: Ob! defend me!

Ste. Four legs, and two voices! a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come,--Amen! I will pour some in thy other

mouth.

Trin. Stephano,

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trin. Stephano !-if thou beest Stephane, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo ;-be rot afeard,-thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunderstroke-But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I

over-blown? I hid me under the dead woon-
And art
calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm:
thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Nea-
politans 'scap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

Cal. These be fiue things, an if they be not sprites.

That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:

I will kneel to him.

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thon hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved overboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy
True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague? Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: 1 was the man in the moon, when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee;

My mistress showed me thee, thy dog, and bush.

Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster :-1 afeard of him f-a very weak monster-The man i' the moon -a most poor credulous monster :-Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the

island;

And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god.
Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and
drunken monster; when his god's asleep, be'll
rob his bottle.

Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy
subject.

Ste. Come on then; down, and swear.
Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this
puppy-headed monster! A most scurvy monster !
I could find in my heart to bear him.-
Ste. Come, kiss.

Trin.-but that the poor monster's in drink:
An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck

thee berries;

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wond'rous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

Cal. 1 pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs

Scene I.

THE TEMPEST.

Trin. A howling moneter; a drunken mon-, What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady

ster.

Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,⚫

dish:

'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-Caliban

Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,| hey-day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way.

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.-Before PROSPERO's Cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful; but
their labour

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would

be

A heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but

The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,

And makes my labours pleasures: Oh! she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;

And he's composed of harshness.

move

I must re

Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such
baseness

Had ne'er like executor. 1 forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my

labours;

Most busy-less, when I do it.

And put it to the foil: But you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Mira. I do not know

One of my sex: no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good
friend,

And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,
(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition,

A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
(I would, not so !) and would no more endure
This wooden slavery, than I would suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul
speak ;-

The very instant that I saw you, did

My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.

Mira. Do you love me?

Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this
sound,

And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me, to mischief! 1,
Beyond all limit of what else i'the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.
Mira. I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.
Pro. Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a dis- On that which breeds between them!

tance.

Mira. Alas, now! pray you,

Work not so hard: I would the lightning had Burnt up these logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile!

Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this
burns,

"Twill weep for having wearied yon: My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours.

Fer. O most dear mistress,

The sun will set, before I shall discharge

What I must strive to do.

Mira. If you'll sit down,

I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me And I thus humble ever.

that;

I'll carry it to the pile.

Fer. No, precious creature:

I bad rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me

As well as it does you: and I should do it
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And your's against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation shows it.

Mira. You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning

Mira. My husband then?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing

As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now farewell,

Till half an hour hence.

Fer. A thousand I thousand!

[Exeunt FER. and MIR.
Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,
Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing
I'll to my book
At nothing can be more.
For yet, ere supper time, must I perform
Mach business appertaining.

[Exit.

SCENE 11-Another part of the Island. Enter STEPHANO and TRINCULO; CALIBAN following with a bottle.

Ste. Tell not me ;-when the butt is ont, we will drink water; not a drop before therefore bear up, and board 'em: Servant-monster, drink

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

Trim. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word farther, and, by this hand, I'll turu my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.

Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?
Ari. Thou liest.

Ste. Do I so take thou that. [Strikes him.] Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue As you like this, give me the lie another time. in sack for my part, the sea cannot drown Trim, I did not give the lie :-Out o' your me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five- wits, and hearing too?---A pox o' your and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light.-bottle! this can sack, and drinking do.-A marThou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my rain on your monster, and the devil take your standard. fingers.

Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.

Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe :

I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou debosbed fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster?

Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord ?

Trin. Lord, quoth be !—that a monster should be such a natural!

bim

I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st
brain him,

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 bate bima,
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

Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'y-The beauty of his daughter; he himself thee.

Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er saw woman, Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your But only Sycorax my dam, and she: bead; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-But she as far surpasseth Sycorax, The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not As greatest does least. suffer indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd

To hearken once again 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.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this band, I will supplant some of thy 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 Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; But this thing dare not.

Ste. That's most certain.

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 may'st knock a nail into his head.
Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.

Cal. What a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy
patch!-

I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take bis bottle from him: when that's gone,
He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not
show bim

Where the quick freshes

are.

Ste. Is it so brave a lass?

Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant,

And bring thee forth brave brood.

Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: bis daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys :-Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? Trin. Excellent.

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 balf hour will he be asleep; Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste. Ay, on mine honour.

Tri. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of
pleasure;

Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch
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 ;
Thought is free.

Cal. That's not the tune.

[ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pize. 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 thea list.

Trin. O forgive me my sins!

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

Cal. Art thou afeard?

Ste. No, monster, not I.

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

burt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

• Throat.

Scene III.

Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,

That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,

Alon. I cannot too much muse,

Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing

Will make me sleep again: and then, in dream-(Although they want the use of tongue,) a kind

ing,
The clouds, methought, would open, and show
riches

Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd,
I cried to dream again.

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,

1 Deeds must rest me.

Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To the dulling of any 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. I am right glad that he is so out of hope.
[Aside to SEBASTIAN.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolv'd to effect.

Seb. The next advantage
Will we take thoroughly.

Ant. Let it be to-night;

For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance,
As when they are fresh.

Seb. I say, to-night; no more.

Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO
Enter several strange
above, invisible.
Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance
about it with gentle actions of salutation;
and, inviting the king, &c. to eat, they de-
part.

Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends,
bark !

Gon. Marvellous sweet music!

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

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

pbænix

At this hour reigning there.

Ant. I'll believe both;

one

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

Of excellent dumb discourse.
Pro. Praise in departing.
Fran. They vanish'd strangely.

Seb. No matter, since

[Aside,

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 boys,

Who would believe that there were mountaineers,
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 on five for one, will bring us
Good warrant of.

Glon. I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past :-Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand too, 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. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang aud

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.
ministers
Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt,
now too massy for your
Your swords are

strengths,
And will not be uplifted: But, remember,
(For that's my business to you,) that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero,
Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him, and bis innocent child: for which foul
deed

The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the seas and shores, yea all the crea-
tures,

Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Lingering perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once,) shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose wrath to guard you

from

(Which here in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing but heart's sor. row,

1 should report this now, would they believe 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. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this har-
py hast thou

Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it bad, devouring:
Of
iny instruction hast thou nothing 'bated,
In what thou hadst to say so, with good life,

"The blemmyi have no head, but
• Wonder.
mouth and eyes in their breast." Pliny b.6, ch 5.
Pure, blameless.
¡ Down.

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 pass my trespass.
Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet
sounded,

Aud with him there lie mudded.
Seb. But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.
Ant. I'll be thy second.

[Exit.

[Exeunt SEB. and ANT. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt,

Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the spirits:-1 do beseech you
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,
And binder them from what this ecstacy •
May now provoke them to.

Adr. Follow, I pray you.

ACT IV.

Enter ARIEL.

Ari. What would my potent master! bere I

am.

Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last
service

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. Presently?

Pro. Ay, with a twink.

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 ap-
Till thou dost hear me call.

Ari. Well I conceive.

Pro. Look, thou be true; do not

liance

[proach,

Too much the rein; the strongest
To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemRÉ,
Or else, good night, your vow !

Fer. I warrant you, Sir;

The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.

Pro. Well.

Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,⚫ [Exeunt. Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.No tongue; all eyes; be silent. [Safi music.

SCENE I.-Before PROSPERO's cell.
Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA.
Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you,
Your compensation makes amends; for i
Have given yon 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 thon
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.

Fer. I do believe it,

Against an oracle.

Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acqui

A masque. Enter IRIS.

Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich lees
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease,
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling berp
And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to
keep;

Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims,
Which spungy April at thy hest + betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy
broom groves,

Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor løves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, sterile, and rocky-hard.
Where thou thyself dost air: The queen of the
sky,

Whose watery arch, and mesenger, am I
Bids thee leave these: and with her sovereign

Summon'd me hither, to this short-gras d
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate;
And some donation freely to estate
On the bless'd lovers.

Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow,

If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know,
Do now attend the queen? since they did plat
The means, that dusky Dis my daughter gut,
Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
are I have forsworn.

Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine owa.-
What, Ariel; my industrious servant Ariel !