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Show 2 ? 8 The Tempeft : O^ W h y do I fpeak o\ eating or repofe, [Exeunt. re I know thy fortune? Ferdinand, <MM Ariel, f- Ariel'* Son, Coyne unto thefe yellow fonds And then take hands. Curtfiy'd when you have and kifs'd, The wild Waves whift. Foot it feat ly here and there, and fweet fpr ifhts bear AC„ c A Ur J the Burthen. [Burthen diiperfedly. Hark! hark! Bow-waugh; the Watch-dogs b.v Bow-waugh. Ariel. Hark! hark! I hear the fir ain of ftr titling Chant ic> Cry Cock a doodle do. Ferd. Where fhould this Mufick be? i' th' Air, or th' Earth ? It founds no more, and fure it waits upon fome God O' th' Ifland, fitting on a Bank, weeping againft the Duke M y Father's Wrack. This Mufick hover'd o'er me On the Waters, allaying both their Fury and m y Paffion With charming Airs; thence I have follow'd it for it Hath drawn m e rather) but 'tis gone; No, it begins again. Ariel. Song. Full Fathoms five thy Father lyes, Of his Bones is Coral made: Thofe are Pearls that were his Eyes, Nothing of him that does fade : But does fuffer a Sea-change Into fomething rich andftrange : Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his, Hark now I hear 'em, Ding dong Bell. [Burthen, Dingdongi, Ferd. The mournful Ditty mentions m y droWn'd Father, This is no mortal bufinefs, nor a found which I Earth owns: I hear it now before me, However I will on and follow it. , [Ex. Ferd. and Ariel. Enter Stephano, Muftacho, Ventofo. Vent. The Runlet of Brandy was a loving Runlet, and floated after us out of pure pity. Muft. This kind Bottle, like an old acquaintance, fwam after it. And this Scollop-fhell is all our Plate now. Vent. 'Tis well we have found fomething fince w e landed. I prethee fill a Soop, and let it go round. Where haft thou laid thc Runlet ? Muft. P th' hollow of an old Tree. Vent. Fill apace, W e cannot live long in this barren Ifland, and w e may Take a Soop before Death, as well as others drink At our Funerals. Muft. This is Prize-Brandy, we fteal Cuftom, and it cofts nothing. Let's have two rounds more. Vent. Mafter, what have you fav'd ? Steph. Juft nothing but m y felf. KtM'i ™ works comfortably On a cold Stomach. Steph. bill's another round. nSSta?^4S* weeps' Ha"g lofeas long as we have Brandy left' til r t ^ l t B ™ n d y ?«"f his Eyes: he (hall drink no more. nartine Th J ' ft * d o l <£U' day witl' o M Bf/'- She S a « ™ a gilt Nutmeg at ' »' B d W ,? T BrUt aS y ? u ^ llanS l°fe- PAhcc fill agen. S When (he hears tSuti iZ " wecP °'" th« »°> Styb. The Enchanted I/land. 229 Steph. Would you were both hang'd for putting m e in thought ofminc.But well If I return not in feven Years to m y own Country, the may marry again : and 'tis' from this Ifland thither at leaft feven Years fwimmincr. . Muft. O at leaft, having no help of Boat nor Bladders. Steph. Whoe'er fhe Marries, poor Soul, fJie^Tl weep a Nights when fhe thinks 01 Stephano. Vent. But Mafter, forrow is dry ! there's for you again. Steph. A Mariner had e'en as, good be a Fifh as a Man, but for the comfort wc get afhore : O for any old dry Wench now 1 am wet. Muft. Poor heart! that would loon make you dry again : but all is barren in this Ifle : here w e may lye at Hull till the Wind blow Nore and by South e'er w e can cry a Sail, a Sail, at fight of a white Apron. And therefore here's'another foop to comfort us. Vent. This Ifle's our own, that's our comfort, for the Duke, the Prince and all their train are perifhed. Muft. Our Ship is funk, and w e can never get home again: w e muft e'en turn Salvages, and the next that catches his Fellow may eat him. Vent. N o , no, let us have a Government; for if we live well and orderly, Heav'n will drive the Shipwracks afhore to make us all.rich, there-ore let us cam-good Confciences, and not eat one another. Steph, Whoever eats any of m y Subjects , I'll break out his Teeth with my Scepter: for I was Mafter at Sea, and will be Duke on Land : you Muftacho have been m y Mate, and fhall be m y Vice-Roy. Vent. W h e n you are Duke you may chufe your Vice-Roy ; but I am a i Subject in a new Plantation, and will have no without m y Voice. And fo fill m e the other foop. Steph. whifpering. Ventofo, doft thou hear, I will advance thee, prithee give mc thy Voice. Vent. I'll have no whifperings to corrupt thc Election; and to fhow that I have no private ends, I declare aloud, that I will be Vice-Roy, or I'll keep my Voice for m y felf. Muft. Stephano, hear me, I will fpeak for the People, becaufe. they are few or rather none in the Ifle to fpeak for themfelves. Know then, that to prevent the farther fhedding of Chriftian Blood, w e are all content Ventofo fhall be Vice- Roy, upon condition I may be Vice-Roy over him. Speak good People, are you all agreed? What, no M a n Anfwer? Well, you may take their filence for content. Vent. You fpeak for the People, Muftacho ? I'll fpeak for 'em, and declare generally with one Voice, one word and all; That there fhall be no Vice-Roy but the Duke, unlets I be he. Muft. You declare for the People, w h o never faw your Face ! Cold Iron fhall decide it. [Both draw. Steph. Hold, loving Subjects: w e will have no Civil W a r during cm- Reign: I do hereby appoint you both to be m y Vice-Roys over the whole Ifland. Both. Agreed! agreed! Enter Trincalo with a great Bottle, half drunk. Vent. H o w ! Trincalo our brave Bofen ! Muft. H e reels: can he be drunk with Sea-water ? Trine, fings. I fhall no more to Sea, to Sea, Here I fhall dye afhore. This is a very fcurvy Tune to fing at a Man's Funeral, But here's m y Comfort. [Drinks. Sings. The Mafter, the Swabber, the Gunner, and I, The Surgeon, and his Mate, Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margery, But none of us car'd for Kate. For fhe had a tongue with a tang, Wou'd cry to a Say lor, go hang : She lov'd not the favour of Tar nor of Pitch, Tet a Taylor might fcratch her where e'er fhe did itch. This is a fcurvy Tune too, but here's m y Comfort again. [Drinks. Steph. W e have got another Subject now ; welcome, WeTlrcionme.e iWnhtoa otu Sru bDjoemcit,n ioorn wsh!a t PominiHo nsh ? here's old Sack Bc\ |
