Within this half hour will he be asleep;
Wilt thou destroy him then?
Ay, on mine honour.
This will I tell my master.
Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure.
Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
You taught me but while-ere?
At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any
reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
Flout 'em and scout 'em; and scout 'em and flout 'em:
Thought is free.
That's not the tune.
[ARIEL plays the tune on a Tabor and Pipe.]
What is this same?
This is the tune of our catch, played by the
picture of Nobody.
If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy
likeness: if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list.
O, forgive me my sins!
He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. — Mercy
Art thou afeard?
No, monster, not I.
Be not afeard: the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,
That, if I then had wak'd 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 wak'd,
I cried to dream again.
This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I
shall have my music for nothing.
When Prospero is destroyed.
That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
The sound is going away: let's follow it, and
after do our work.
Lead, monster: we'll follow. — I would I could see
this taborer! he lays it on. Wilt come?
I'll follow, Stephano.