_Ari._ This will I tell my master.[428-19] _Cal._ Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure: Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch[428-20] You taught me but while-ere?[428-21] _Steph._ At thy request, monster, I will do reason,[428-22] any reason.--Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [_Sings._ _Flout 'em and scout 'em, and scout 'em and flout 'em; Thought is free._ _Cal._ That's not the tune. [_ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe._ _Steph._ What is this same?[428-23] _Trin._ This is the tune of our catch, play'd by the picture of Nobody.[428-24] _Steph._ If thou be'st a man, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou be'st a devil--take't as thou list.[429-25] _Trin._ O, forgive me my sins! _Steph._ He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee.--Mercy upon us! _Cal._ Art thou afeard? _Steph._ No, monster, not I. _Cal._ Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not. Sometime[429-26] a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again. _Steph._ This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. _Cal._ When Prospero is destroy'd. _Steph._ That shall be by-and-by: I remember the story. _Cal._ The sound is going away; let's follow it. And after do our work. _Steph._ Lead, monster; we'll follow.--I would I could see this taborer! he lays it on.--Wilt come? _Trin._ I'll follow, Stephano. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III.--_Another part of the Island._ _Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and Others._ _Gonza._ By'r lakin,[430-1] I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed, Through forth-rights[430-2] and meanders![430-3] by your patience, I needs must rest me. _Alon._ Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with[430-4] weariness, To th' dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks Our frustrate[430-5] search on land. Well, let him go. _Anto._ [_Aside to SEBAS._] I am right glad that he's so out of hope. Do not, for one repulse, forgo the purpose That you resolved t' effect. _Sebas._ [_Aside to ANTO._] The next advantage Will we take throughly.[430-6] _Anto._ [_Aside to SEBAS._] Let it be to-night. For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance As when they're fresh.