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Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done;
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.
SCENE II. Another part of the island. Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard.
Cal. 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 fire-brand, in the dark Out of my way unless he bid them; but For every trifle are they set upon me : Sometime like apes, that moe 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 :-Lo! now! lo! Enter Trineulo.
Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
Trin. 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 bumbard that would shed his li quor. 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 now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter 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.
Here shall I die a-shore
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: Well, here's my comfort.
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
For she had a tongue with a tang,
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
2et a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort.
Cal. Do not torment me: O!
Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd 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 nostrils.
Cal. The spirit torments me: O!
Ste. 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. Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee;
I'll bring my wood home faster.
Ste. 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.
Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Anon, I know it by thy trembling:
Now Prosper works upon thee.
Ste. 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: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.
Trin. I should know that voice: It should be-But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me l
Ste. 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 recov. er him, I will help his ague: Come,-Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.
Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him ; I have no long spoon.
Trin. Stephano!-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afeard, -thy good friend Trinculo.
Ste. 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 to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?
Trin. 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!
Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
Ste. 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 over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.
Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy
Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou can'st swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.
Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this?
Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague?
Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee; I was the man
in the moon, when time was.
Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; My mistress shewed me thee, thy dog, and bush.
Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.
Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow mon-
Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o' the island;
Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-
Ste. Come, kiss.
Trin--but that the poor monster's in drink: An
Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.
Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder
Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more