ith' winde. Yond fame blacke cloud, yond huge one, [20 lookes like a foule bumbard that would fhed his licquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond fame cloud cannot choose but fall by pailefuls. [Sees CALIBAN.] What haue we here? a man, or a [24 fish? dead or aliue? A fifh! hee fmels like a fish! a very ancient and fifh-like smell: a kinde of, not of the newest Poore-Iohn! A ftrange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted; not a holiday- [28 foole there but would giue a peece of filuer! There, would this Monster, make a man! Any strange beast there, makes a man! When they will not giue a doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to fee a dead Indian! Leg'd like a [32 man! and his Finnes like Armes! Warme, o'my troth! I doe now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer; This is no fish, but an Islander, that hath lately fuffered by a Thunderbolt! [Lightning, thunder & rain.] Alas, the ftorme is [36 come againe! my best way is to creepe vnder his Gaberdine; there is no shelter hereabout: Mifery acquaints a man with strange bedfellowes. I will here throwd, till the dregges of the ftorme be past. [Creeps under CALIBANS gaberdine. 40 Enter STEPHANO finging, & holding a barke Bottle of Sacke. Ste. I shall no more to sea, to fea, This is a very fcuruy tune to fing at a mans Funerall: well, here's my comfort! [Drinkes. [Sings.] The Mafter, the Swabber, the Boate-fwaine & I, 45 The Gunner, and his Mate, Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie, For he had a tongue with a tang, 48 50 She lou'd not the fauour of Tar nor of Pitch; This is a fcuruy tune too: But here's my comfort. 53 [Drinks. Ste. What's the matter? Haue we diuels here? Doe you put trickes vpon's, with Saluages, and Men of Inde? [57 Ha! I haue not fcap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your foure legges; for it hath bin faid, ' As proper a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him giue ground;' and it shall be said so againe, while Stephano breathes at' noftrils. 61 Cal. The Spirit torments me! oh! Ste. This is fome Monster of the Isle, with foure legs, who hath got (as I take it) an Ague. Where the diuell should he learne our language? I will giue him fome reliefe, if [65 it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Present for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-leather! Cal. Doe not torment me, 'prethee! I'le bring my wood home faster. 70 Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the wifeft. Hee fhall tafte of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit. If I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take too much for him; hée shall pay for him that hath him, and that foundly! 76 Cal. Thou do'ft me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon; I know it by thy trembling. Now Profper workes vpon thee! Ste. Come on your wayes! open your mouth! here is that which will giue language to you, Cat! Open your mouth! [Giues him wine.] This will thake your fhaking, I can tell you, and that foundly! you cannot tell who's your friend. Open your chaps againe ! [Giues him more wine. 83 Tri. I should know that voyce: It should be... But hee is dround! and these are diuels: O defend me! 85 Ste. Foure legges and two voyces! a moft delicate Monster! his forward voyce, now, is to fpeake well of his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recouer him, I will helpe his Ague. Come! [Giues CAL. drink; then drinks himselfe.] Amen! I will poure some in thy other mouth. Tri. Stephano! 91 Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a diuell, and no Monster! I will leaue him! I haue no long Spoone! 95 Tri. Stephano! if thou beeft Stephano, touch me, and fpeake to me! for I am Trinculo; (be not afeard,) thy good friend Trinculo! 98 Ste. If thou bee'ft Trinculo, come foorth! I'le pull thee by the leffer legges: if any be Trinculo's legges, these are they. [Pulls him out.] Thou art very Trinculo indeede! how cam'ft thou to be the fiege of this Moone-calfe? Can he vent Trinculo's? 103 But Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-ftrok. art thou not dround, Stephano? I hope, now, thou art not dround! Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of the Storme. And art thou liuing, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitanes fcap'd! [Whirls STEPH. round. 109 Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about; my ftomacke is not conftant! Cal. [aside.] These be fine things, and if they be not sprights! That's a braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor! I will kneele to him. 114 Ste. [to TRINC.] How did'ft thou fcape? How cam'ft thou hither? Sweare, by this Bottle how thou cam'ft hither! I efcap'd vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o'reboord, by this Bottle! which I made of the barke of a Tree, with mine owne hands, fince I was caft a'fhore. 119 (Cal. I'le fweare, vpon that Bottle, to be thy true subiect; for the liquor is not earthly!) St. [to TRINC.] Heere! fweare, then, how thou escap'dst. Tri. Swom afhore (man,) like a Ducke! I can swim like a Ducke, i'le be fworne! 124 Ste. Here, kiffe the Booke! [giues TRIN. drink.] Though thou canft fwim like a Ducke, thou art made like a Goose! Tri. O Stephano! ha'ft any more of this? 127 Ste. The whole But (man!) My Cellar is in a rocke by th'fea-fide, where my Wine is hid. How now, MooneCalfe! how do's thine Ague? Cal. Ha'ft thou not dropt from heauen? 131 Ste. Out o'th Moone, I doe affure thee! I was the Man ith' Moone, when time was. Cal. I haue feene thee in her; and I doe adore thee! Miftris fhew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush. My 135 Ste. Come, fweare to that! kiffe the Booke! I will furnish it anon with new Contents: Sweare! [giues CAL. drink. Tri. By this good light, this is a very fhallow Monster! I, afeard of him! a very weake Monster! 'The Man ith' Moone'! A most poore creadulous Monster !-Well drawne, Monster, in good footh! Cal. Ile fhew thee euery fertill ynch 'oth Island; And I will kiffe thy foote: I prethee, be my god! 141 Tri. By this light, a moft perfidious, and drunken Monster! When's god's a fleepe, he'll rob his Bottle. 145 Cal. Ile kiffe thy foot. Ile fweare my felfe thy Subiect! Ste. Come on then! downe, and sweare! [CAL. kneels, Tri. I fhall laugh my felfe to death at this puppi-headed Monster. A moft fcuruie Monfter! I could finde in my heart to beate him .... Ste. Come, kiffe! 150 [CAL. kisses STE.8 foot. Tri. But that the poore Monster's in drinke! An abhominable Monster! 153 Cal. I'le fhew thee the beft Springs! I'le plucke thee Berries! I'le fish for thee, and get thee wood enough! A plague vpon the Tyrant that I ferue! I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man! 157 Tri. A most rediculous Monster! to make a wonder of a poore drunkard! Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow; 161 And I (with my long nayles) will digge thee pig-nuts; Show thee a layes neft, and inftruct thee how 165 To fnare the nimble Marmazet. I'le bring thee me? Ste. I pre'thee now, lead the way without any more talking! Trinculo! the King, and all our company else being dround, wee will inherit here. ¶Heere, beare my Bottle! ¶Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by againe. 170 CALIBAN Sings drunkenly.] Fárewell, Mafter! farewell, farewell! Tri. A howling Monster! a drunken Monster! Freedome, high-day! high-day, freedome! freedome! high day, freedome ! Ste. O braue Monster! lead the way! [Exeunt. 182 Actus Tertius. Scoena Prima. Near PROSPEROES Cell. Enter FERDINAND (bearing a Log.) Fer. There be fome Sports are painfull; & their labor, Delight in them fets off: Some kindes of baseneffe Are nobly vndergon; and most poore matters But these sweet thoughts, doe euen refresh my labours, Enter MIRANDA: and PROSPERO, behind, vnseene. 2. sets] Rowe. set F. I 4 8 12 16 busieliest Bullock conj. (it 'em, 15. busielest] busie lest, F. labours.) II. ii. 173-182; III. i. 1-17.] 34 |