Enter Ariel with Mufick and Song.

Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth (For elfe his project dies) to keep you living.

[Sings in Gonzalo's Ear,

While you here do fnoaring lye,
Open-ey'd confpiracy
His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off fumber, and bervare:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.

Gon. Now, good angels preferve the King!

[They wake. Alon. Why how now ho? awake! why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. While we ftood here fecuring your repofe, Ev'n now we heard a hollow burft of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you? It ftrook mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. Q, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake: fure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon. Heard you this?

Gon. Upon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me. I fhak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I faw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, That's verity. 'Tis beft we ftand on guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make further fearch

For my poor fon.

Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these beasts!

For he's fure i'th' ifland.

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profpro my lord fhall know what I have done.

So, King, go fafely on to feek thy son,

[Exeunt.

SCEN

SCENE II. Changes to another part of the Island. Enter Caliban with a burden of wood ; a noise of thunder heard. Cal. All the infections that the fun fucks up

From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a difeafe! his fpirits hear me,

And yet I needs must curse. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin fhews, pitch me i'th' mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they fet upon me.

Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lye tumbling in my bare-foot-way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-ball; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hifs me into madnefs. Lo! now! lo!

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a fpirit of his now to torment me,
For bringing wood in flowly. I'll fall flat,
Perchance he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it fing i'th' wind: yond fame black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would fhed his liquor. If it fhould thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond fame cloud cannot chufe but fall by pailfulls What have we here, a man or a fish? dead or alive? a fish; he smells like a fish: a very ancient and fith-like fmell. A kind of, not of the newest, Poor John: a ftrange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not an holyday-fool there but would give a piece of filver. 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 fee a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! warm o' my troth! I do now let loofe my opinion, hold it no longer! this is no fith, but an Iflander that hath lately fuffer'd by a thune-bolt. Alas! the ftorm is come again. My best way

is to creep under his gabardine there is no other fhelter hereabout; mifery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows: I will here fhrowd till the dregs of the ftorm be paft.

SCENE III. Enter Stephano finging.

Ste. I fhall no more to fea, to fea, bere fhall I die a-fbore. This is a very scurvy tune to fing at a man's funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Drinks. Sings. The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, The gunner, and bis mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, Marrian and Margery,

But none of us car'd for Kate;

For fhe bad a Tongue with a tang,

Would cry to a failor, go bang:

She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a taylor might fcratch her where-e'er fhe did itch, Then to fea, boys, and let her go hang. This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.

Cal. Do not torment me: oh!

[Drinks.

Ste. What's the matter? have we devils here? do you put tricks upon's with falvages, and men of Inde? ha? I have not 'fcap'd drowning to be afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been faid, as proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground; and it fhall be faid fo again, while Stephano breathes at his noftrils.

Cal. The fpirit torments me: oh!

Ste. This is fome monster of the Ifle with four legs; who has got, as I take it, an ague: where the devil fhould he learn our language? I will give him fome 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 prefent for any Emperor that ever trod on neats-leather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home fafter.

Ste. He's in a fit now; and does not talk after the wifeft: he fhall tafte 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 cannot ask too much for him; he fhall pay for him, that hath him, and that foundly.

Cal.

Cal. Thou doft me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon; I know it by my trembling: now Profper works upon

me.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to a Cat; open your mouth; this will fhake your fhaking, I can tell you, and that foundly you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

Y

Trin. I fhould know that voice: it fhould be--but he is drown'd; and these are devils; O! defend me,

Ste. Four legs and two voices; a most delicate monfter! his forward voice now is to fpeak of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul fpeeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: come! Amen! I will pour fome in thy other mouth. Trin. Stephano!

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? mercy! mercy! this is a devil, and no monfter: I will leave him; I have no long Spoon.

Trin. Stephano! If thou beeft Stephano, touch me, and fpeak to me; for I am Trinculo; be not afraid, thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beeft Trinculo, come forth, I'll pull thee by the leffer legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, thefe are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed: how cam'st thou to be the fiege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculo's?

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-ftroke: but art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drown'd; is the ftorm over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gabardine, for fear of the storm: and art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans fcap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee do not turn me about, my ftomach is not conftant.

Cal. Thefe be fine things, an if they be not sprights: that's a brave god, and bears celeftial liquor: I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didft thou 'fcape! How cam'ft thou hither? fwear by this bottle how thou cam'ft hither: I efcap'd upon

a butt of fack, which the failors heav'd over-board; by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, fince I was caft a-fhore.

Cal. I'll fwear, upon that bottle, to be thy true fubject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here: fwear then: how efcap'dft thou?

Trin. Swom a-fhore, man, like a duck; I can fwing like a duck, I'll be fworn.

Ste. Here, kifs the book. Though thou canft swim like a duck, thou art made like a goofe.

Trin. O Stepbano, haft any more of this?

Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by th' fea-fide, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf, how does thine ague?

Cal. Haft thou not dropt from heav'n?

Ste. Out o'th' moon, I do affure thee. I was the man in th' moon when time was.

Cal. I have feen thee in her; and I do adore thee; my mistress fhew'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bush.

Ste. Come fwear to that; kifs the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: fwear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very fhallow monster : I afraid of him? a very fhallow monster: the man i'th' moon? a most poor credulous monster: well drawn, mon、 fter, in good footh.

Cal. I'll fhew thee every fertile inch o'th' ifle, and I will kifs thy foot: I pr'ythee be

my god.

Trin. By this light, a moft perfidious and drunken monfter? when his god's afleep, he'll rob his bottle.

Cal. I'll kifs thy foot. Tll fwear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on then; down, and fwear.

Trin. I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster: a most scurvy monfter! I could find in my heart to beat him

Ste. Come, kifs.

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

Cal. I'll fhew thee the beft fprings; I'll pluck the ber

ries,

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