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 Catch You taught me but whileare?
Ste. At thy request Monster, I will do reason, Any reason: Come on Trinculo, let vs sing.
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 same?
Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the picture 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 Instruments Will 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 riches Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd I 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? Ile follow Stephano.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzallo, Adrian, Francisco, &c.
Gon. By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir, My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeede Through fourth-rights, & Meanders: by your patience, I needes must rest me
Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee, Who, am my selfe attach'd with wearinesse To th' dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest: Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd Whom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocks Our frustrate search on land: well, let him goe