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You did supplant your brother Prospero.
And look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Seb. But, for your conscience
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe,
O, but one word.
[They converse apart.
Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.
I heard nothing.
And that a strange one too, which did awake me:|
Make mouths. (2) Any hint.
For my poor son.
Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible.
Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I
Ari. My master through his art foresees the hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. [Sings in Gonzalo's While you here do snoring lie, Open-ey'd Conspiracy His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware: Awake! awake!
ear.yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by paildid before, I know not where to hide my head: fuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or 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 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. 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 suffered by a thunderbolt. [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 bed-fellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.
Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.
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,
Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand.
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral:
The master, the swabber, the boastswain, and I,
(4) A black jack of leather, to hold beer.
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
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, 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 bebut he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me!
Cal. Do not torment me: 0!
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 'scap'd 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: 0!
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 reco-man ver 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.
Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after monster:-I afeard of him ?-a very weak monster: the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have-The man i' the moon?- a most poor credulous never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove monster :-well drawn, monster, in good sooth. 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. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island.
Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt
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 sub
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 bees' Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I ain Trinculo;-be not afeard,-thy good friend Trinculo.
I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.
Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunderstroke-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm over-blown! I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: and art thon living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd! Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
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; swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
Ste. Here, kiss the book: though thou canst swim like a duck, that 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?
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;
Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bot-I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, tle will recover him, I will help his ague: come,- Thou wondrous man. Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.
Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither! swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither.
(2) Stool. (3) Sea-gulls.
Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee;
Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.
Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: a most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,
Ste. Come, kiss.
Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any how cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our com Can he vent Trinculos? pany else being drowned, we will inherit here.Here; bear my bottle: Fellow Trincalo, we'll fill him by and by again.
Cal. Farewell master; farewell, farewell.
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;
'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-Caliban,
Has a new master-Get a new man, Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom: freedom,
Sie. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt.
Trin. A nost ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.
Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs
And I, with my long nails, will dig thec pig-nuts;
SCENE I-Before Prospero's cell. Enter Fer-
Fer. There be some sports are painful;
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
Had ne'er like executor. I forget:
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my
Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance.
I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that;
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
I have broke your hest' to say so!
And crown what I profess with kind event,
I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of.
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
What I desire to give; and much less take,
My mistress, dearest,
And I thus humble ever.
My husband then?
Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing
A thousand! thousand!
SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. Enter
Ste. Tell not me;-when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'ém: Servant-monster, drink to me.
Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters.
Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee;
Ja brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light.-Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.
Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Trin. Nor go neither: but you lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.
Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe;
Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?
Trin. Lord, quoth he!-that a monster should be such a natural!
Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.
Enter Ariel, invisible.
I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.
Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou deboshed1 fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath I' drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a
Cal. As I told thee
Before, I am subject to a tyrant;
Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.
Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?
Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd
Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.
Trin. I did not give the lie :-Out o' your wits, and hearing too?-A pox o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do.-A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!
Trin. Why, I said nothing.
Ste. Mum then, and no more.-[To Caliban.] Proceed.
Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee, stand further off.
Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,
Ca. I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
Ste. That's most certain.
Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your
Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log
Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys:-Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?
Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?
Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.
Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.
Cal. What a pied ninny's this!2 Thou scurvy
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger; interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.
Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou lívest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep: Wilt thou destroy him then?
Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of plea
Cal. That's not the tune.
[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. Ste. What is this same? Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of No-body.
Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness; if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list. Trin. O, forgive me my sins!
Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defy thee:Mercy upon us!
Cal. Art thou afeard?
Ste. No, monster, not I.
2) Alluding to Trinculo's party-coloured dress.)
Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd,
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me,
Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the
Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work.
Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on.
Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.
(For, certes, these are people of the island,)
Thou hast said well; for some of you there present,
(Although they want the use of tongue,) a kind
Will't please you taste of what is here?
Not I. Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear: When we were boys,
En-Who would believe that there were mountaincers,
SCENE III-Another part of the Island.
Gon. By'r lakin,' I can go no further, sir;
I needs must rest me.
Will we take thoroughly.
The next advantage
Let it be to-night;
For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find,
Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us
Good warrant of.
I will stand to, and feed,
Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a har-
Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't,) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown
I say, to-night: no more. Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements Solemn and strange music; and Prospero above, Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bring-Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs ing in a banquet; they dance about it with gen-Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
tle actions of salutation; and inviting the king, One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers &c. to eat, they depart. Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt, Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, And will not be uplifted: But, remember Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,
Gon. Marvellous sweet music!
Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens!-What
Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe,
I'll believe both:
(For that's my business to you,) that you three
I should report this now, would they believe me? Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow. If I should say I saw such islanders
(1) Our lady. (2) Show. (3) Certainly.