Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have

done :

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

[Exit.

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

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 firebrand, 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 hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.-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.

Enter TRINCULO

Dead or

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black cloud, 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? 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 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! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt.

[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 I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Ste.

Here shall I die a-shore.

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

[Drinks.

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:

She loved not the savour of tar, nor of pitch,

Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'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: Oh!

[Drinks.

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages and men

of Inde? 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 nostrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me: Oh!

Ste. 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.

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

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 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; 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 be -but he is drowned, and these are devils. O, defend me !

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 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! ! This is a devil, and no monster: I will

mercy

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.

I'll

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed. How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder