stroke. 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. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about: my

stomach is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.

That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst 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 overboard; 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?

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

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore

thee:

My mistress showed 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' the

island,

And I will kiss thy foot. I pr'ythee, be my god.

Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his 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

A most scurvy monster:

puppy-headed monster.

I could find in my heart to beat him,—

Ste. Come, kiss.

Trin. —but that the poor monster's in drink. An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.

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;
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 pr'ythee 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 ;

Cal.

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish;
'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-Caliban

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 THIRD

SCENE I. 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
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me as odious; but
The mistress which I serve quickens what 's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures; O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ;
And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress

Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such baseness

Had never like executor.

I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours, Most busy lest, when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance

Mira.

Alas, now, pray you,

Work not so hard: I would the lightning had