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 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. Whats Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. Here shall I die a-shore; cry to a sailor, Go, hang: She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch. go hang. Then to sea, boys, and let her This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. [Drinks. 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! 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 recover hin, I will help his ague: Come - Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. Trin. Stephano, · 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 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? 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? 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, Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such 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. No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by. Mira. As well as it does you With much more ease; And yours against. Pro. It would become me and I should do it for my good will is to it, Poor worm! thou art infected; When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) What is your name? Mira. Miranda : :I have broke your hest to say so! O my father, Fer. Admir'd Miranda Indeed, the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I lik'd several women; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, And put it to the foil: But you, you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best. Mira. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen More that I may call men, than you, good friend, གག་ཏ ིས་པར་མ་ 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 lieutenant, 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 tree — The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity. Cal. I thank my noble lord. pleased Wilt thou be To hearken once again the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will I. kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. 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? 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! Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log One spirit to command: They all do hate him, As greatest does least. Ste. Is it so brave a lass? Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I war rant, Thought is free. Cal. That's not the tune. istatten Cal. Art thou afeard? Ste. No, monster, not I. Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is 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. I would, I Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.. could see this taborer: he lays on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt. Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose Will we take thoroughly. Ant. The next advantage Let it be to-night; For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange musick; and PROSPERO above, inEnter several strange Shapes, bringing in visible. a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actwns of salutation; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart. Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet musick! Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe, That there are unicorns; that, in Arabia [ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one phenix Ste. What is this same? At this hour reigning there. 2 Ant. I'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me, Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt, And I'll be sworn 'tis true: Travellers ne'er did lie, And will not be uplifted: But, remember, If in Naples Pro. Honest lord, Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Alon. I will stand to, and feed, Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny [Seeing ALON. SEB. &c. draw their swords. Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers (For that's my business to you,) that you three (Which here, in this most desolate isle; else falls He vanishes in thunder: then to soft musick, enter Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: In their distractions: they now are in my power; [Exit PROSPERO from above. отость Alon. I'll fight their legions o'er. I'll be thy second. guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, ACT IV. 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 Follow, I pray you. Have given you here a thread of mine own life. I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations |