Gon.

Preserve the king!

Now, good angels
They wake. 305

Alon. Why, how now? ho, awake!—Why are you Wherefore this ghastly looking?

[drawn?

Gon.
What's the matter?
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions: did't not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.

Alon.
I heard nothing.
Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon.

310

Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, 315 And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes opened, I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard, Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. 320 Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make furFor my poor son. [ther search Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' th' island.

Gon.

Alon.

Lead away.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

[Exeunt. 325

SCENE II. Another part of the island.

Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him

D

:

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the 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 set upon me;
Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me
And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
Their pricks at my footfall: sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.

Enter TRINCULO.

Lo, now, lo!

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.

5

10

15

25

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing 'the wind: yond same black cloud, 20 yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard 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 choose 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 30 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. Legged like a

man! and his fins like arms! Warm o' my troth! 35 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 bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand.

Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die ashore,—

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: well, here's my comfort.

[Sings.] The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,

The gunner, and his mate,

Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us cared for Kate;

For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!

40

45

[Drinks.

50

She loved 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.
Cal. Do not torment me :-O!

55

[Drinks. Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon 's with savages and men of 60 Ind, ha? I have not scaped 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.

Cal. The spirit torments me :-0!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague.

Where

65

the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that. If I can 70 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, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

75

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 80 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; 85 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 bebut he is drowned; and these are devils:-O defend me!

90

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 95 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.

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

100

me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo,-be not 105 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- 110 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 115 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. [not sprites. 120 Cal. [aside] These be fine things, an if they be That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor : I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou scape? How camest thou hither? swear, by this bottle, how thou camest 125 hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle! which I made of bark of a tree with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true 130 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 135

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?

140