: And I the King shall love thee. Ant. Draw together: And when I rear my Hand, do you the like To fall it on Gonzalo. Seb. O, but one Word. Enter Ariel with Musick and Song. Ari. My Master through his Art foresees the Danger That you, his Friend, are in; and sends me forth (For else his Project dies) to keep them living. [Sings in Gonzalo's Ear. While you here do Snoaring lye, Open-ey'd Conspiracy If of Life you keep a Care, 1 Shake off Slumber, and beware. Awake, awake. Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good Angels preferve the King. [They wake. Wherefore this ghastly Looking? Gon. What's the Matter? Seb. Whilft we stood here fecuring your Repose, Alon. I heard nothing. Ant. O, 'twas a Din to fright a Monster's Ear; Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine Honour, Sir, I heard a Humming, Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these Beasts: For he is fure i'th' Island. Ari. Prospero, my Lord, shall know what I have done. So, King, go fafely on to feek thy Son. SCENE II. [Exeunte Enter Caliban with a Burden of Wood; a Noise of Thunder heard. Cal. All the Infections that the Sun fucks 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 not pinch, Fright me with Urchin shews, pitch me i'th' Mire, Nor lead me, like a Fire-brand, in the Dark Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but For every trifle are they set upon me; Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me, And after bite me; then like Hedg-hogs, which Lye 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! [Enter Trinculo. 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. Tri. Here's neither Bush nor Shrub to bear off any Wea ther at all, and another Storm brewing; I hear it sing i' th Wind: Yond fame black Cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul Bumbard 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 chuse but fall by Pailfuls. 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 but this Fish painted, not an Holy-day-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 fee a dead Indian. Leg'd like a Man! and his Fins like Arms! warm o'my troth: I do now let loose my Opinior, hold it no longer; this is no Fish, but an Islander, that hath lately suffer'd by a Thunderbolt: Alas! the Storm is come again, t ! again. My best way is to creep under his Gaberdine : Enter Stephano singing. Ste. I shall no more to Sea, to Sea, here shall I die a-shore. This is a very fcurvy Tune to fing at a Man's Funeral: Well, here's my Comfort. [Drinks. Sings. The Master, the Swabber, the Boatswain and I, The Gunner, and his Mate, Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian and Margery, But none of us car'd for Kate; For she had a Tongue with a Tang, Would cry to a Sailor go hang : She lov'd not the Savour of Tar nor of Pitch, Yet a Taylor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch. Then to Sea, Boys, and let her go hang. That is a scurvy Tune too: But here's my Comfort. Cal. Do not Torment me: Oh! Ste. What's the Matter? Have we Devils here? [Drinks. Do you put Tricks upon's with Salvages, and Men of Inde? ha? I have not scap'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 shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at Noftrils. 4 Cal. The Spirit torments me: Oh! Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle, with four Legs; who has 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 Neats-Leather. Cal. Do not Torment me, prethee: 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 for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that foundly. Cal. Thou dost me yet but little Hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy Trembling: Now Profper 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 foundly: You cannot tell who's your Friend; open your Chaps again. Tri. I should know that Voice: It should be, But he is drown'd; and these are Devil's; O! defend me. Ste. Four Legs, and two Voices; a most delicate Monster: His forward Voice now is to speak 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. Tri. 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.. Tri. Stephano: If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; be not afraid, thy good Friend Trinculo. Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth, I'll pull thee by the leffer 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 Trinculo's! Tri. I took him to be kill'd with a Thunder-stroke; but art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drown'd: Is the Storm over-blown? I hid me under the dead Moon-calf's Gaberdine, for fear of the Storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitanes scap'd? : Ste. Prethee do not turn me about, my Stomack is not constant. Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not Sprights: That's a brave God, and bears Celestial Liquor: I will kneel to him.. Ste. How did'st thou scape? Ho How cam'st thou hither? Swear by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'd upon a Butt of Sack, which the Sailors heav'd o'er-board, by this Bottle! which I made of the Bark of a Tree, with mine own Hands, since I was cast a-shore. 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. Tri. Swom a-shore, Man, like a Duck; I can swim like a Duck, I'll be sworn. Ste. Here, kiss the Book. Though thou canst swim like a Duck, thou art made like a Goofe. Tri. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole Butt, Man; my Cellar is in a Rock by th' Sea-fide, where my Wine is hid: How now, Moon-calf, how does thine Ague? Cal. Hast thou not dropt from Heav'n? Ste. Out o'th' Moon, I do assure thee. I was the Man in th' Moon when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her; and I do adore thee: My Mistress shew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush. Ste. Come swear to that; kiss the Book: I will furnish it anon with the new Contents: Swear. Tri. By this good Light, this is a very shallow Monster: I afraid of him? a very shallow Monster: The Man i'th' Moon? A most poor credulous Monster: Well drawn, Monster, in good footh. Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile Inch o'th'Isle; and I will kiss thy Foot: I prethee be my God. Tri. By this Light, a most perfidious and drunken Mon ster; when's God's asleep he'll rob his Bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy Foot. I'll swear my felf thy Subject. Ste. Come on then: Down, and swear. Tri. I shall laugh my self to Death at this Puppy-headed Monster: A most scurvy Monster: I could find in my Heart to beat him. Ste. Come, kiss. Tri. But that the poor Monster's in drink: An abominable Monster. Gale |