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The Tempest.
Trin.Lord, quoth he? that a Monster should be sucha Naturall?
Cal.Loe, loe againe: bite him to death I prethee.
Ste.Trinculo, keepe a good tongue in your head: Ifyou proue a mutineere, the next Tree: the poore Monster'smy subiect, and he shall not suffer indignity.
Cal.I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'dto hearken once againe to the suite I made to thee?
Ste.Marry will I: kneele, and repeate it,I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
Enter Ariell inuisible.
Cal.As I told thee before, I am subiect to a Tirant,A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated meOf the Island.
Ariel!.Thou lyest.
Ca!.Thou lyest, thou iesting Monkey thou:I would my valiant Master would destroy thee.I do not lye.
Ste.Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale,By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
Trin.Why, I said nothing.
Ste.Mum then, and no more: proceed.
Cal.I say by Sorcery he got this IsleFrom me, he got it. If thy Greatnesse willReuenge it on him, (for I know thou dar'st)But this Thing dare not.
Ste.That's most certaine.
Cal.Thou shalt be Lord of it, and Ile serve thee.
Set.How now shall this be compast?Canst thou bring me to the party?
Cal.Yea, yea my Lord, lie yeeld him thee asleepe,Where thou maist knocke a naile into his head.
Ariell.Thou liest, thou canst not.
Cal.What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou scuruy patch:I do beseech thy Greatnesse giue him blowes,And take his bottle from him: When that's gone,Ile shall drinke nought but brine, for he not shew himWhere the quicke Freshes are.
Ste.Trinculo, run into no further danger:Interrupt the Monster one word further, and by thishand, he turne my mercie out o'doores, and make aStockfish of thee.
Trin.Why, what did I? I did nothing:He go farther off.
Ste.Didst thou not say he lyed?
Ariell.Thou liest.
Ste.Do I so? Take thou that,As you like this, giue me the lye another time.
Trin.I did not giue the lie: Out o'your wittes, andhearing too?A pox o'your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo:A murren on your Monster, and the diuell take your singers.
Cal.Ha, ha, ha.
Ste.Now forward with your Tale: prethee stand further off.
Cal.Beate him enough: after a little timeIle beate him too.
Ste.Stand farther: Come proceede.
Cal.Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custome with himI'th afternoone to sleepe: there thou maist braine him,Hauing first seiz'd his bookes: Or with a loggeBatter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,Or cut his wezand with thy knife. RememberFirst to possesse his Bookes; for without themHee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath notOne Spirit to command: they all do hate himAs rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes,He ha's braue Vtensils (for so he calles them)Which when he ha's a house, hee'l decke withall.And that most deeply to consider, isThe beautie of his daughter: he himselfeCals her a non-pareill: I neuer saw a womanBut onely Sycorax my Dam, and she;But she as farre surpasseth Sycorax,As great'st do's least.
Ste.Is it so braue a Lasse?
Cal.I Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant,And bring thee forth braue brood.
Ste.Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter andI will be King and Queene, saue our Graces: and Trinculoand thy selfe shall be Vice-royes:Dost thou like the plot Trinculo?
Trin.Excellent.
Ste.Giue me thy hand, I am sorry I beate thee:But while thou liu'st keepe a good tongue in thy head.
Cal.Within this halfe houre will he be asleepe,Wilt thou destroy him then?
Ste.I on mine honour.
Ariell.This will I tell my Master.
Cal.Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure,Let vs be iocond. Will you troule the CatchYou taught me but whileare?
Ste.At thy request Monster, I will do reason,Any reason: Come on Trineulo, let vs sing.Sings
Flout 'em, and cout 'em: and skowt 'em, and flout 'em,Thought is free.
Cal.That's not the tune.
Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe.
Ste.What is this fame?
Trin.This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by thepicture of No-body.
Ste.If thou beest a man, shew thy selfe in thy likenes:If thou beest a diuell, take't as thou list.
Trin.O forgiue me my sinnes.
Ste.He that dies payes all debts: I defie thee;Mercy vpon vs.
Cal.Art thou affeard?
Ste.No Monster, not I.
Cal.Be not affeard, the Isle is full of noyses,Sounds, and sweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not:Sometimes a thousand twangling InstrumentsWill hum about mine eares; and sometime voices,That if I then had wak'd after long sleepe,Will make me sleepe againe, and then in dreaming,The clouds methought would open, and shew richesReady to drop vpon me, that when I wak'dI cri'de to dreame againe.
Ste.This will proue a braue kingdome to me,Where I shall haue my Musicke for nothing.
Cal.When Prospero is destroy'd
Ste.That shall be by and by:I remember the storie.
Trin.The sound is going away,Lets follow it, and after do our worke.
Ste.Leade Monster,Wee'l follow: I would I could see this Taborer,He layes it on.
Trin.Wilt come?Exeunt.Ile follow Stephano.
Scena.
