a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged 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 thunderbolt. [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 bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand

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

here's

my

comfort.

[Sings.]

[Drinks.

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

Lov'd Moll, 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;

Yet 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.

CALIBAN

Do not torment me :-Oh!

[Drinks.

What's the matter?

STEPHANO

Have we devils here?

and men of Ind, ha?

Do
Do you put tricks
I have not scaped

upon 's with salvages 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 :-Oh!

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.

CALIBAN

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