SCENE Iir.— Another Part of the Island

Enter AhOjfSo, Sébastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,

Francisco, and others,

Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further. Sir: ily old bones ache : here's a mazé trod, indeed, through forth-rights, and meanders I by your patience, I needs must rest me.

Âlon. Old lord, I cannot blâme thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits: sitdown, and rest. Even hère I will put off my hope, and keep it No longer for my flatterer: heisdrown'd, Whom thuswe stray to find; and the sea mocks Our fruslrate search on land : Well, let him go.

Ânt. ï am right glad that he is so out of hope.

{Aside to Sébastian.) Do not, for ône repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect.

^«ô. The next advantage

Will we take thoroughly.

Ant, Let it be to-night ;

For, now they are oppress*d with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance. As when they are fresh.

Seh. I say, to-night; no more.

Solemn and strange music; and Prospero abovê, invisible. Enter several étrange Shapes, bringing in a banquet ; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, invit^ ing the king, etc., to eat^ they départ .

Alon. What harmony îsthis? my good friends, harkf

Gon, Marvellous sweet music !

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens I. What were thèse?

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SUph. ~ C*est ce qae je vais faire bientôt. Je me soutiens de ton récit*

Trin, — Le son s'éioi§ae,'saiyons-ley et mettons-nous ensuite à l'œuvre.

S(€ph, — Guide*noaS| monstre^ nous te suivrons ; je serai charmé de voir ce tambourineur, il s'en acquitte fort bien.

Trin, — Yiens-tu? «^ Je suivrai Stéphane. {11$ sortent.)