So is the heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is fome fpace.

Ant. A space, whofe ev'ry cubit

Seems to cry out, How fhall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,

And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death

That now hath feiz'd them, why, they were no worse
Than now they are: there be that can rule Naples,
As well as he that fleeps; lords that can prate

As amply, and unneceffarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. O that you bore

The mind that I do; what a fleep was this

For your advancement! do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks I do.

Ant. And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
Seb. I remember,

You did fupplant your brother Profp'ro.

Ant. True:

And look how well my garments fit upon me;
Much feater than before. My brother's fervants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your confcience-

Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that ?

If 'twere a kybe, 'twould put me to my flipper:
But I feel not this deity in my bofom.

Ten confciences, that ftand 'twixt me and Milan,
Candy'd be they, and melt, e'er they moleft!

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 fteel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: you doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for ay might put
This ancient Moral, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our courfe. For all the reft,
They'll take fuggeftion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We fay befits the hour.

Seb. Thy cafe, dear friend,

Shall be my precedent

as thou got'ft Milan,

I'll come by Naples. Draw thy fword; one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the King fhall love thee.

Ant. Draw together:

And when I rear my hand, do you the like

To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word

Enter Ariel, with mufic and fong.

Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the danger That you his friend are in; and fends me forth (For elfe his project dies) to keep them living.

[Sings in Gonzalo's ear

While you here do fnoaring lie,
Open-ey'd confpiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off lumber and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.

Gon. Now, good angels, preferve the King!

[They wake.

Alon. Why, how now, ho? awake? why are you

drawn?

Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. While we ftood here fecuring your repofe, Ev'n now we heard a hollow burft of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you? It ftrook mine ear moft terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake: fure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon. Heard you this?

Gon. Upon my honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that a ftrange one too, which did awake me. I fhak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I faw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, That's verity. 'Tis beft we ftand on guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons,

Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make further

fearch

For my poor fon.

Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these beasts!

For he is, fure, i' th' island.

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have done. So, King, go fafely on to feek thy fon.

[Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to another part of the island. Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noife of thunder heard.

Cal. "All the infections that the fun fucks up, "From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make "him

"By inch-meal a disease! his spirits hear me, "And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll not pinch, Fright me with urchin-fhews, pitch me i' th' mire, “Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark

"Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
"For every trifle are they fet upon me.
"Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
"And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
"Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
"Their pricks at my foot fall; fometime am I
"All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
"Do hifs me into madnefs. Lo! now! la!

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a fp'rit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in flowly. I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all, and another ftorm brewing; I hear it fing i' th' wind yond fame black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor. If it fhould thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond fame cloud cannot chufe but fall by pailfuls- -What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? a fish; he smells like a fifh a very ancient and fish-like smell. A kind of

not of the neweft, Poor John: a ftrange fish! "Were "I in England now, as once I was, and had but this "fish painted, not an holiday-fool there but would give a piece of filver. There would this monfter make a man; any ftrange beaft there makes a man.; when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to fee a dead Indian." Legg'd 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 suffer'd by a thunder-bolt. Alas! the form is come again. My best way is to creep under his gaberdine: there is no other fhelter hereabout; mifery acquaints a man with ftrange bedfellows:" I will here throwd, till the dregs of the form be past.

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Enter Stephano, finging.

Ste. Ifhall no more to fea, to fea, here shall Idie a-fhore. This is a very fcurvy tune to fing at a man's funeral well, here's my comfort. [Drinks. Sings. The mafter, the fwabber, the boatfwain, and I, The gunner, and his mate,

Lav'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate;

For fhe had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a failer, Go hang:
She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might feratch her, where-e'er fhe did itch,
Then to fea, boys, and let her go hang.

This is a fcurvy tune too; but here's my comfort.

Cal. Do not torment me, oh !

[Drinks

Ste. What's the matter? have we devils here? do you put tricks upon's with falvages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not fcap'd drowning, to be afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been faid, As proper a man ever went upon four legs, cannot make him give ground; and it fhall be faid fo again,, while Stephano breathes at his noftrils.

as

Cal. The fpirit torments me: oh!

Ste. This is fome monfter of the iffe with four legs, who has got, as I take it, an ague: where the devik

A&t FF. fhould he learn our language? I will give him fome 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 prefent for any Emperor that ever trode on neatsleather.

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 wifeft: he shall tafte of my bottle. If he 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 him: he fhall pay for him, that hath him, and that foundly..

Cal. Thou doft me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt anon, I know it, by thy trembling: Low Profper works. upon thee.

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

Trin. I fhould know that voice: it fhould be

but he is drown'd; and these are devils; O! defend

me

Ste. Four legs and two voices ; a moft delicate monfter! his forward voice now is to speak well of his friend ; his backward voice is to fpatter foul fpeeches, and to detract.” If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague.

Amen! I will pour fome in thy other mouth.
Trin. Stephano,-

Come :

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

Trin. Stephano! if thou beeft Stephano, touch me, and fpeak to me; for I am Trinculo; be not afraid, thy good friend Trinculo.

:

Ste. If thou beeft Trinculo,. cor come forth, I'll pull thee by the leffer legs if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Frinculo, indeed : how cam’st thou to be the fiege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculo's