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For every trifle are they set upon me,
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.
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 liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot chuse 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. Was Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
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!
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 afcard, - 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 thunderstroke: - But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's
gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!
Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
Cal. These be fine things, and if they be no: sprites.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
Ste. How did'st 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 a-shore.
Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.
Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst 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, moon-calf? how does thine ague?
Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
SCENE I.- Before Prospero's Cell.
Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their labour
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget:
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busy-less, when I do it.
Enter MIRANDA, and PROSPERO at a distance. Mira. Alas, now! pray you, Work not so hard; I would the lightning had Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile! Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Twill weep for having wearied you: My father Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself; He's safe for these three hours.
Fer. O most dear mistress, The sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do.
Mira. If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that; I'll carry it to the pile.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
Trin. A most ridiculous monster! to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.
Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with. me?
Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drown'd, we will inherit here. Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.
Cal. Farewell, master: farewell, farewell.
Nor fetch in firing
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish;
Has a new master-Get a new man.
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom!
Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt.
Miranda: - O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!
Full many a lady
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
Mira. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give; and much less take, What I shall die to want: But this is trifling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence !
My mistress, dearest,
And I thus humble ever.
My husband then?
Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing
Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now
farewell, Till half an hour hence. Fer.
A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt FER. and MIR. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpriz'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining.
SCENE II.. · Another part of the Island. Enter STEPHANO and TRINCULO; CALIBAN following with a bottle.
Ste. Tell not me; - when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before therefore bear up, and board 'em: Servant-monster, drink to me. Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state cotters.
Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light. Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Trin. Your licutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.
Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.
Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe:
I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.
Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever a man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster?
Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?
Trin. Lord, quoth he!
that a monster should
be such a natural!
Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next treeThe poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.
Wilt thou be
Cal. I thank my noble lord. pleased
He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not shew him
Where the quick freshes are.
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.
Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.
Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?
Ari. Thou liest.
Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time. Trin. I did not give the lie : Out o' your wits, and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle! this can sack, and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!
Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee stand further off.
Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him I' the afternoon to sleep there thou may'st brain him,
Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Ste. Is it so brave a lass?
Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave brood.
Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys : — - Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?
Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee: but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of No-body.
Ste. If thou beest a man, shew thyst in thy likeness if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list. Trin. O, forgive me my sins!
Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defy thee:Mercy upon us!
Cal. Art thou afeard?
Cal. That's not the tune.
[ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. Ste. What is this same?
Ste. No, monster, not I.
Cal. Be not afeard; the isl full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds, methought, would open and shew riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd, I cry'd to dream again.
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my musick for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.
Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work.
Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt.
I needs must rest me.
Alon. 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. Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope. [Aside to SEBASTIAN. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect. Seb.
The next advantage
Will we take thoroughly.
Seb. I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange musick; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actwns of salutation; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.
Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear: When we were boys,
Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men,
I will stand to, and feed,
Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.
Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt,
You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you
SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell. Enter PROSPERO, Ferdinand, and MIRANDA. Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends; for I
(Which here, in this most desolate isle; else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow, And a clear life ensuing.
He vanishes in thunder: then to soft musick, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table.
Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
In their distractions: they now are in my power;
[Exit PROSPERO from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you
But one fiend at a time,
I'll be thy second. [Exeunt SEB. and ANT. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt,
Like poison given to work a great time after,
Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt.
Have given you here a thread of mine own life.