Caliban
When Prospero is destroyed.
Stephano
That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
Trinculo
The sound is going away; let’s follow it, and after do our work.
Stephano
Lead, monster; we’ll follow. I would I could see this tabourer; he lays it on.
Trinculo
Wilt come? I’ll follow, Stephano.
Exeunt.
Scene III
Another part of the island.
Gonzalo
By’r lakin, I can go no further, sir;
My old bones ache: here’s a maze trod indeed
Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,
I needs must rest me.
Alonso
Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach’d with weariness,
To the 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 search on land. Well, let him go.