Cal.
Yes, I'm resolved—I'll have a revolution—
Proclaim my rights—demand a constitution.

If he plays clubs I'll try and follow suit;
No more I'll stoop to brush the hated boot,
With which he kicks me—no; my plans are laid;
These chips shall help to form a barricade.
The Coming Man I'll prove myself ere long,
And, when I do come, won't I come it strong?
“Bruised worms will turn;” but I no worm will be;
He'll be an early bird that catches me. [Music, “Faint and wearily.” Enter Easa di Baccastoppa and Smuttifacio, L., much fatigued. Caliban retires up, R.

Eas.
Go on ahead!

Smu.
Oh, sir, my biler's busted,
My safety valves are broke, my steam-pipes rusted,
Down in the dust here underneath the grateful
shade of this wide tree I'll meet my fate. [Lies down, L.

Eas.
Nonsense! get up, man—don't so nervous be;
That's all you are.

Smu.
No, sir, it's all U. P.
Stop—I've some chalk; here in this state forlorn
I'll write my story, “Hunger's a sharp thorn.” [Takes chalk from his pocket, and writes on the stage.

Cal. (aside.)
Foreign alliances in them I smell. [Comes forward, C.
Gentlemen both, I hope I see you well.

Eas. (starting.)
A native!

Smu.
Ha! a native oyster?

Eas.
No,
'Tisn't an oyster—'tis a rum fish, though.
I'll speak to it in eloquence tremendous—
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin t'other,
I will address thee boldly—How's your mother?

Smu. (kneeling.)
Dread spirit, spare us!

Cal.
Tremble not, but rise.
Be friends, not quakers—Come, let's fraternize. [Each embraces the other, then the three embrace together.
I wish a little business to connect us.
I've got a scheme—

Eas.
Let's look at the prospectus.

Cal.
'Tis but to take this Island—

Eas.
For a lease?

Cal.
No; for a kingdom. Take a share apiece.

Eas.
What's the deposit?

Cal.
Just a knife or ball
Within a tyrant's weazen—that is all.

Eas.
Then we're your men.

Cal.
You are?

Smu.
Till all is blue!

Cal.
Your hands—a covenant—there, that'll do.
But will you stick, and keep our treaty whole?

Eas.
Stick! ay, like Gutta Percha! 'pon my sole.

Cal.
Then we're resolved—let's strike the blow to-night.

Eas.
Vive La Republique?

Smu.
Yes, and serve him right.

SONG.—Caliban and Chorus. Tune—“There's a good Time coming.”
There's a good time coming, boys—
    A good time coming.
  We'll reign the monarchs of this Isle,
  In a rayther heavy style,
    In the good time coming.
Fighting cocks may come it strong;
  We will come it stronger.
Faith, we'll have no end of spree—
  Wait a little longer.
      There's a good time coming, &c. [Exeunt, embracing each other, and marching off to chorus. Enter Ariel, springing a watchman's rattle. Fairy Specials appear from different parts.

Ari.
Treason's afloat! Forward! Protect the crown:
Take the knaves up, and put this meeting down. [Exeunt, L.

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