THE TEMPEST
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Trinculo.
This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.
Stephano.
If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, take ’t as thou list.
Trinculo.
O, forgive me my sins!
Stephano.
He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us!
Caliban.
Art thou afeard?
Stephano.
No, monster, not I.
Caliban.
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if 1 then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if 1 then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
Stephano.
This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
