Shall be my prefident: As thou got'ft Millaine,
I'le come by Naples ! Draw thy fword! one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest;
And I the King fhall loue thee.

Ant.

Draw together!

And when I reare my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word!

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Re-enter ARIELL, inuisible, with Muficke and Song. Ariel. My Mafter (through his Art) forefees the danger That you (his friend) are in; and fends me forth (For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.

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Ant. [to SEB.] Then let vs both be fodaine! [They draw. Gon. [waking] Now, good Angels preferue the King!

[Shakes ALONZ. & calls. The others wake. Alo. Why, how now? hoa! awake? why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon.
What's the matter?
Seb. Whiles we stood here, fecuring your repofe,
(Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing,
Like Buls, or rather Lyons: did't not wake you?
It ftrooke mine eare moft terribly.

Alo.

I heard nothing.
Ant. O! 'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare!
To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roare
Of a whole heard of Lyons!

Alo.
Heard you this, Gonzalo ?
Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
(And that a strange one too,) which did awake me:
I shak'd you, Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,

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I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyfe,
That's verily. Tis best we ftand vpon our guard,

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Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons! [Draws. Alo. Lead off this ground, & let's make further search

For my poore fonne!

Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts!

For he is fure i'th Inland.

Alo.

Lead away!

Ariell. Profpero (my Lord,) fhall know what I haue done. So (King) goe fafely on to feeke thy Son!

Actus Secundus.

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Scoena Secunda.

Near PROSPEROES Cell.

Enter CALIBAN, with a burthen of Wood. (A noyfe of

Thunder heard.)

Cal. All the infections that the Sunne fuckes vp
From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Profper fall! and make him,
By ynch-meale, a disease! His Spirits heare me,
And yet I needes must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with Vrchyn-fhewes, pitch me i'th mire,
Nor leade me (like a fire-brand) in the darke
Out of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em. But
For euery trifle, are they fet vpon me;
Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me; then like Hedg-hogs, which
Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall: fometime am I
All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
Doe hiffe me into madnesse .

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Enter TRINCULO.

Lo, now, Lo!

Here comes a Spirit of his; and to torment me
For bringing wood in flowly! I'le fall flat;
Perchance he will not minde me.

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Tri. Here's neither bush, nor shrub, to weather at all; and another Storme brewing; I heare it fing

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ith' winde. Yond fame blacke cloud, yond huge one, [20 lookes like a foule bumbard that would shed 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 fifh dead or aliue? A fish! hee smels like a fish! a very ancient and fish-like fmell: 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 see 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 suffered by a Thunderbolt! [Lightning, thunder & rain.] Alas, the storme is [36 come againe! my best way is to creepe vnder his Gaberdine; there is no fhelter hereabout: Mifery acquaints a man with ftrange bedfellowes. I will here fhrowd, till the dregges of the storme be paft. [Creeps under CALIBANS gaberdine. 40 Enter STEPHANO finging, & holding a barke Bottle of Sacke.

Ste.

I shall no more to sea, to fea,
Here fhall I dye afhore. . .

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,
But none of vs car'd for Kate.

For he had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a Sailor 'goe hang!'

She lou'd not the fauour of Tar nor of Pitch;

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Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.
Then, to Sea, Boyes! and let her goe hang!

This is a fcuruy tune too: But here's my comfort.
Cal. Doe not torment me! oh!

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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 Ifle, with foure legs, who hath got (as I take it) an Ague. Where the diuell fhould 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.

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Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the wifeft. Hee shall taste 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!

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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 shake 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 fhould know that voyce: It fhould be... But hee is dround! and these are diuels: O defend me!

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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!

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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!

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Tri. Stephano! if thou beeft Stephano, touch me, and fpeake to me! for I am Trinculo; (be not afeard,) thy good friend Trinculo!

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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?

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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 scap'd! [Whirls STEPH. round. 109 Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about; my stomacke 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.

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Ste. [to TRINC.] How did'ft thou fcape? How cam'st thou hither? Sweare, by this Bottle how thou cam'ft hither! I escap'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.

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St. [to TRINC.] Heere! fweare, then, how thou escap'dft. Tri. Swom afhore (man,) like a Ducke! I can swim like a Ducke, i'le be fworne!

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Ste. Here, kiffe the Booke! [giues TRIN. drink.] Though thou canft swim like a Ducke, thou art made like a Goose! Tri. O Stephano! ha'ft any more of this?

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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?

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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

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