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speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover 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 camest 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 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. Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
CAL. [Aside] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
STE. How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither? swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack which the
sailors heaved o'erboard, 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 true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.
STE. Here; swear then how thou escapedst. TRIN. Swum ashore, 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 dropp'd from heaven?
STE. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' the moon when time was.
CAL. I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee: My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy 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 monster! I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i' the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
CAL. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island; And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god. TRIN. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
CAL. I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject. STE. Come on then; down, and swear.
TRIN. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,—
STE. Come, kiss.
TRIN. But that the poor monster's in drink: an
CAL. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;
I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
TRIN. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard!
CAL. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
STE. I prithee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here: here; bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.
CAL. [Sings drunkenly]
Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!
TRIN. A howling monster; a drunken monster!
No more dams I'll make for fish ;
Nor fetch in firing
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish :
'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
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.
ACT THE THIRD.
Before PROSPERO's cell.
Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.
FER. There be some sports are painful, and 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
Had never like executor.
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen.
Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that; I'll carry it to the pile.
No, precious creature;
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,