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If of Life you keepe a care, Shake off ſlumber and beware. Awake, awake.

Ant. Then let vs both be ſodaine.

Gon. Now, good Angels preſerue the King.

Alo. Why how now hoa;awake? why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. Whiles we ſtood here ſecuring your repoſe, (Euen now) we heard a hollow burſt of bellowing Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you? It ſtrooke mine eare moſt terribly.

Alo. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monſters eare; To make an earthquake: ſure it was the roare Of a whole heard of Lyons.

Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?

Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming, (And that a ſtrange one too) which did awake me: I ſhak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend, I ſaw their weapons drawne: there was a noyſe, That's verily: 'tis beſt we ſtand vpon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.

Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further ſearch For my poore ſonne.

Gon. Heauens keepe him from theſe Beaſts: For he is ſure i'th Iſland.

Alo. Lead away.

(done.Ariell. Proſpero my Lord, ſhall know what I haue So (King) goe ſafely on to ſeeke thy Son.

Cal. All the infections that the Sunne ſuckes vp From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Proſper fall, and make him By ynch-meale a diſeaſe: his Spirits heare me, And yet I needes muſt curſe.But they'll nor pinch, Fright me with Vrchyn-ſhewes,pitch me i'th mire, Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke Out of my way, vnleffe he bid'em; but For euery trifle, are they ſet vpon me, Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me, And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount Their pricks at my foot-fall: ſometime am I All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues Doe hiſſe me into madneſſe: Lo, now Lo, Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me For bringing wood in ſlowly : I'le fall flat, Perchance he will not minde me.

Tri. Here's neither buſh, nor ſhrub to beare off any weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it ſing ith' winde: yond ſame blacke cloud, yond huge one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would ſhed his licquor: if it ſhould thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond ſame cloud cannot chooſe but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here,a man, or a fiſh? dead or aliue? a fiſh, hee ſmels like a fiſh: a very ancient and fiſh-like ſmell: a kinde of, not of the

neweſt poore-Iohn: a ſtrange fiſh: were I in England now (as once I was) and had but this fiſh painted; not a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of ſiluer: there, would this Monſter, make a man: any ſtrange beaſt there, makes a man: when they will not giue a doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to ſee a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like Armes: warme o’my troth: I doe now let looſe my o- pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fiſh, but an Iſlan- der, that hath lately ſuffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas, the ſtorme is come againe: my beſt way is to creepe vn- der his Gaberdine: there is no other ſhelter herea- bout: Miſery acquaints a man with ſtrange bedfel- lowes: I will here ſhrowd till the dregges of the ſtorme be paſt.

Ste. I ſhall no more to ſea, to ſea, here ſhall I dye aſhore. This is a very ſcuruy tune to ſing at a mans Funerall: well, here's my comfort.

''Sings. The Maſter,the Swabber,the Boate-ſwaine & I;'' The Gunner,and his Mate Lou'd Mall,Meg,and Marrian,and Margerie, But none of vs car'd for Kate. For ſhe had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a Sailor goe hang: She lou'd not the ſauour of Tar nor of Pitch, Yet a Tailor might ſcratch her where ere ſhe did itch. Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang. This is a ſcuruy tune too: But here's my comfort.

Cal. Doe not torment me: oh.

Ste. What's the matter? Haue we diuels here? Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of Inde? ha? I haue not ſcap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your foure legges: for it hath bin ſaid; as pro- per a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him giue ground: and it ſhall be ſaid ſo againe, while Ste- phano breathes at'noſtrils.

Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh.

Ste. This is ſome Monſter of the Iſle, with foure legs; who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell ſhould he learne our language? I will giue him ſome re- liefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Pre- ſent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-lea- ther.

Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my wood home faſter.

Ste. He's in his fit now ; and doe's not talke after the wiſeft; hee ſhall taſte of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take too much for him; hee ſhall pay for him that hath him, and that ſoundly.

Cal. Thou do'ſt me yet but little hurt; thou wilt a- non, I know it by thy trembling: Now Proſper workes vpon thee.

Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your mouth; this will ſhake your ſhaking, I can tell you, and that ſoundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps againe.

Tri. I ſhould know that voyce: It ſhould be, But