As amply and unnecessarily

As this Gonzalo ; myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were 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 supplant your brother Prospero.
Ant.

True:

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

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe, 'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, And melt, ere they molest! 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 steel, three inches

of it,

Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course.

For all the rest,

They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.

Seb.

Shall be my precedent: I'll come by Naples. stroke

Thy case, dear friend, as thou gott'st Milan, Draw thy sword: one

Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st; And I the king shall 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.

[They converse apart.

Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.

Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger

That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth, (For else his project dies,) to keep thee living.

[Sings in GONZALO's ear.

While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed Conspiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

Gon. [waking.] Now, good angels, preserve the king!

Why, how now! [To Alon.] ho! awake!—Why are you drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Alon. [waking.]

What's the matter?

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your

repose,

Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing. Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a hum

ming,

And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shaked you, sir, and cried; as mine eyes open'd,

I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, That's verity. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard;

Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.

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

For my poor son.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island.

Alon.

Lead away. [Exeunt.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done :

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exit.

SCENE II.-Another part of the Island.

Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.
A noise of thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse.

pinch,

But they'll nor

Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the

mire,

Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark

Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me :
Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now! lo!

Enter TRINCULO.

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

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of, not of the newest, PoorJohn. A strange fish! Were I in England now (as once I was), and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged 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 suffered by a thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is

come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Ste.

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,

Loved Mall, and Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us cared for Kate:

For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang:

She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.

This is scurvy tune too: but here's my com-
fort.
[Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: O!

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon's with salvages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scaped 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, while Stephano breathes at 's nostrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me: O!

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