I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these beasts! For he's fure i' th' Inland. Alon. Lead away. Ari. Profp'ro my lord fhall know what I have done. So, King, go fafely on to feek thy son. [Exeunt. Changes to another part of the Island. Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noife of Cal. A thunder beard. LL the infections that the fun fucks up [him From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make By inch-meal a disease! his fpirits hear me, And yet I needs must curfe. But they'll not pinch, Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me, Enter Trinculo. Here comes a fp'rit of his now to torment me, VOL. I. Trin. Here's neither bufh nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all, and another ftorm brewing; I hear it fing i'th' wind: yond fame black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would fhed his liquor. If it fhould thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond fame.cloud cannot chufe but fall by pailfuls What have we here, a man or a fish? dead or alive? a fifh; he fmells like a fifh a very ancient and fifh-like smell. A kind of, not of the newest, Poor John: a ftrange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fifh painted, not an holydayfool there but would give a piece of filver. There would this monster make a man; any ftrange beaft there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to fee a dead Indian. Legg'd 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 fuffer'd by a thunder-bolt. Alas! the ftorm is come again. My best way is to creep under his gabardine: there is no other fhelter hereabout; mifery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows: I will here fhrowd 'till the dregs of the storm be past. Ste. I fall no more to fea, to fea, bere fhall I die a-fhore. This is a very scurvy tune to fing at a man's funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Drinks. Sings. The mafter, the fwabber, the boatfwain and I, Lov'd Mall, Meg, Marrian and Margery, For For fhe had a Tongue with a tang, She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch, This is a fcurvy 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's with falvages, and men of Inde? ha? I have not 'fcap'd drowning to be afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been faid, as proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground; and it fhall be faid fo again, while Stephano breaths at his · noftrils. Cal. The fpirit torments me: oh! Ste, This is fome monfter of the Ifle with four legs; who has got, as I take it, an ague: where the devil fhould he learn our language? I will give him fome 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 prefent for any Emperor that ever trod on neats-leather. Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home fafter. Ste. He's in a fit now; and does not talk after the wifeft: he fhall tafte 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 cannot ask too much for him; he fhall pay for him, that hath him, and that foundly. 8 Cal. Thou doft me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon; I know it by my trembling: now Profper works upon • 'me.` Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to a Cat; open your mouth; this will shake your fhaking, I can tell you, and D 2 that 8 I will not take too much for him; 9 thee. that foundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again. Trin. I fhould know that voice: it fhould be but he is drown'd; and these are devils; O! defend me. Ste. Four legs and two voices; a moft delicate monfter! his forward voice now is to fpeak of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul fpeeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: come! Amen! I will pour fome 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 me, and fpeak to me; for I am Trinculo; be not afraid, thy good friend Trinculo. Ste. If thou beeft Trinculo, come forth, I'll pull thee by the leffer legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, thefe are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed: how cam'ft thou to be the fiege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculo's? Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-ftroke: but art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drown'd: is the ftorm over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gabardine, for fear of the storm: and art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'fcap'd! Ste. Pr'ythee do not turn me about, my ftomach is not conftant. Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not fprights: that's a brave god, and bears celeftial liquor: I will kneel to him. Ste. How didft thou 'fcape? how cam'ft thou hither? fwear by this bottle how thou cam'ft hither: I escap'd upon a butt of fack, which the failors heav'd o'er-board; by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, fince I was caft a-fhore. Cal. I'll fwear, upon that bottle, to be thy true fubject; for the liquor is not earthly. Ste. Ste. Here: fwear then: how efcap'dft thou? Trin. Swom a-fhore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be fworn. Ste. Here, kifs the book. Though thou canst fwim like a duck, thou art made like a goofe. Trin. O Stephano, haft any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by th' fea-fide, where my wine is hid. How now, mooncalf, how does thine ague! Cal. Haft thou not dropt from heav'n? Ste. Out o'th' moon, I do affure thee. I was the man in th' moon when time was. Cal. I have feen thee in her; and I do adore thee: my mistress fhew'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bufh. Ste. Come fwear to that; kifs the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: fwear. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster: I afraid of him? a very fhallow monfter: the man i' th' moon? a most poor credulous monfter: well drawn, monster, in good footh. Cal. I'll fhew thee every fertile inch o' th' Ifle, and I will kifs thy foot: I pr'ythee be my god. Trin. By this light, a moft perfidious and drunken monster? when his god's afleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot. I'll fwear myself thy fubject. Ste. Come on then; down, and fwear. Trin. I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster: a moft fcurvy monfter! I could find in my heart to beat him Ste. Come, kifs. Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster ! Cal. I'll fhew thee the best fprings; I'll pluck thee berries, I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve! I'll bear him no more fticks, but follow thee, Thou wond'rous man. Trin. A moft ridiculous monfter, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard. D 3 Cal. |