Alonso.

Lead away. [Exit with the others. Ariel. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : 335 So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

SCENE II. Another Part of the Island.

[Exit.

Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard.

Caliban. All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me
And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.-

Enter TRINCULO.

Lo now! lo!

Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.

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Trinculo. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,- -as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do 35

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now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine, there is no other shelter 40 hereabout misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. Stephano. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die ashore :

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral:

Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
The gunner and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate;

For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, 'Go hang!

She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.

This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort. [Drinks.
Caliban. Do not torment me: Ŏ!

Stephano. What's the matter? Have we devils here?
Do you put tricks upon us with savages and men of Ind?
Ha! I have not 'scaped drowning, to be afeard now of your
four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever
went on four legs cannot make him give ground and it
shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at 's nostrils.
Caliban. The spirit torments me: O!
Stephano. This is some monster of the isle with four
legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague.
Where the devil
should he learn our language? I will give him some relief,
if it be but for that: if I can recover him and keep him
tame and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any
emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.

Caliban. Do not torment me, prithee: I'll bring my wood home faster.

Stephano. He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

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Caliban, Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling now Prosper works upon thee.

Stephano. Come on your ways: open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat. Open your mouth this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, : and that soundly [gives CALIBAN drink]: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

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Trinculo. I should know that voice: it should bebut he is drowned, and these are devils. O! defend me. 95 Stephano. Four legs and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, 100 I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.

Trinculo. Stephano!

Stephano. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! 105 mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him ; I have no long spoon.

Trinculo. Stephano !-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo:-be not afeardthy good friend Trinculo.

Stephano. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. I'll pull thee by the lesser legs if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How cam'st thou here by this moon-calf?

Trinculo. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano! two Neapolitans 'scaped!

Stephano. Prithee, do not turn me about: my

stomach is not constant.

Caliban. [Aside.] These be fine things an if they be not
sprites.

That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Stephano. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved overboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

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Caliban. I'll swear upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Stephano. Here: swear then, how thou escapedst. Trinculo. Swam ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

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Stephano. Here, kiss the book [gives TRINCULO drink]. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like 140 a goose.

Trinculo. O Stephano! hast any more of this?

Stephano. The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the seaside, where my wine is hid. How now, mooncalf! how does thine ague?

Caliban. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Stephano. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.

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Caliban. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; 150 my mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush. Stephano. Come, swear to that; kiss the book; I will

furnish it anon with new contents; swear.

Trinculo. By this good light, this is a very shallow 155 monster.-I afeard of him!—a very weak monster.-The man i' the moon! a most poor credulous monster !—Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Caliban. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island; 160 And I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god.

Trinculo. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

Caliban. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject. 165 Stephano. Come on then; down, and swear.

Trinculo. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,

Stephano. Come, kiss.

Trinculo. But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!

Caliban. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck

thee berries;

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.

A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,

Thou wondrous man.

Trinculo. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder

of a poor drunkard !

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And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me? 185 Stephano. I prithee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here.-Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Caliban. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. [Sings drunkenly. Trinculo. A howling monster, a drunken monster.

Caliban. No more dams I'll make for fish ;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish;
'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new master-Get a new man.

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Freedom, high-day! high-day, freedom! freedom! freedom!

high-day,

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Stephano. O brave monster! lead the way.

ACT III.

SCENE I.Before PROSPERO'S Cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

Ferdinand. There be some sports are painful, and their labour

Delight in them sets off some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me as odious; but

The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
And makes my labours pleasures: O! she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress

Weeps when she sees me work, and says such baseness
Had never like executor.

I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
Most busiest when I do it.

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