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  • Title: The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-370-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin
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    The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)

    Scœna Secunda.
    Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noyse of
    Thunder heard.)
    1040Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp
    From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper 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-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,
    1045Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke
    Out of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em; but
    For euery trifle, are they set vpon me,
    Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
    And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which
    1050Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
    Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
    All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
    Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo,
    Enter Trinculo.
    Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me
    1055For bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat,
    Perchance he will not minde me.
    Tri. Here's neither bush, nor shrub to beare off any
    weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it
    sing ith' winde: yond same blacke cloud, yond huge
    1060one, 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 same cloud cannot
    choose but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here, a man,
    or a fish? dead or aliue? a fish, hee smels like a fish: a
    1065very ancient and fish-like smell: a kinde of, not of the
    newest poore-Iohn: a strange fish: were I in England
    now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not
    a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer:
    there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange
    1070beast 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 man; and his Finnes like
    Armes: warme o' my troth: I doe now let loose my o-
    pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Islan-
    1075der, that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas,
    the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vn-
    der his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter herea-
    bout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfel-
    lowes: I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme
    1080be past.
    Enter Stephano singing.
    Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore.
    This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans
    Funerall: well, here's my comfort.
    The Master, the Swabber, the Boate-swaine & I;
    The Gunner, and his Mate
    Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie,
    But none of vs car'd for Kate.
    For she had a tongue with a tang,
    1090Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:
    She lou'd not the sauour of Tar nor of Pitch,
    Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.
    Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.
    This is a scuruy tune too:
    1095But here's my comfort.
    Cal. Doe not torment me: oh.
    Ste. What's the matter?
    Haue we diuels here?
    Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of
    1100Inde? ha? I haue not scap'd drowning, to be afeard
    now of your foure legges: for it hath bin said; as pro-
    per a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him
    giue ground: and it shall be said so againe, while Ste-
    phano breathes at' nostrils.
    1105Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh.
    Ste. This is some 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 some re-
    liefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe
    1110him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Pre-
    sent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-lea-
    Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my
    wood home faster.
    1115Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the
    wisest; 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; hee shall pay for him that hath him,
    1120and that soundly.
    Cal. Thou do'st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt a-
    non, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes
    vpon thee.
    Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here
    1125is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your
    mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and
    that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open
    your chaps againe.
    Tri. I should know that voyce:
    1130It should be,
    But hee is dround; and these are diuels; O de-
    fend me.
    Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a most delicate
    Monster: his forward voyce now is to speake well of
    1135his 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: Amen, I will
    poure some in thy other mouth.
    Tri. Stephano.
    1140Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy:
    This is a diuell, and no Monster: I will leaue him, I
    haue no long Spoone.
    Tri. Stephano: if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and
    speake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy
    1145good friend Trinculo.
    Ste. If thou bee'st Trinculo: come foorth: I'le pull
    thee by the lesser legges: if any be Trinculo's legges,
    these are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how
    cam'st thou to be the siege of this Moone-calfe? Can
    1150he vent Trinculo's?
    Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-strok; but
    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
    1155the Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano,
    two Neapolitanes scap'd?
    Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my stomacke
    is not constant.
    Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not sprights:
    1160that's a braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will
    kneele to him.
    Ste. How did'st thou scape?
    How cam'st thou hither?
    Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'd
    1165vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o're-
    boord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of
    a Tree, with mine owne hands, since I was cast a'-
    Cal. I'le sweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true sub-
    1170iect, for the liquor is not earthly.
    St. Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dst.
    Tri. Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swim
    like a Ducke i'le be sworne.
    Ste. Here, kisse the Booke.
    1175Though thou canst swim like a Ducke, thou art made
    like a Goose.
    Tri. O Stephano, ha'st any more of this?
    Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke
    by th'sea-side, where my Wine is hid:
    1180How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague?
    Cal. Ha'st thou not dropt from heauen?
    Ste. Out o'th Moone I doe assure thee. I was the
    Man ith' Moone, when time was.
    Cal. I haue seene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:
    1185My Mistris shew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush.
    Ste. Come, sweare to that: kisse the Booke: I will
    furnish it anon with new Contents: Sweare.
    Tri. By this good light, this is a very shallow Mon-
    ster: I afeard of him? a very weake Monster:
    1190The Man ith' Moone?
    A most poore creadulous Monster:
    Well drawne Monster, in good sooth.
    Cal. Ile shew thee euery fertill ynch 'oth Island: and
    I will kisse thy foote: I prethee be my god.
    1195Tri. By this light, a most perfidious, and drunken
    Monster, when's god's a sleepe he'll rob his Bottle.
    Cal. Ile kisse thy foot. Ile sweare my selfe thy Subiect.
    Ste. Come on then: downe and sweare.
    Tri. I shall laugh my selfe to death at this puppi-hea-
    1200ded Monster: a most scuruie Monster: I could finde in
    my heart to beate him.
    Ste. Come, kisse.
    Tri. But that the poore Monster's in drinke:
    An abhominable Monster.
    1205Cal. I'le shew thee the best Springs: I'le plucke thee
    Berries: I'le fish for thee; and get thee wood enough.
    A plague vpon the Tyrant that I serue;
    I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou
    wondrous man.
    1210Tri. A most rediculous Monster, to make a wonder of
    a poore drunkard.
    Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;
    and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts;
    show thee a Iayes nest, and instruct thee how to snare
    1215the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to clustring
    Philbirts, and sometimes I'le get thee young Scamels
    from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?
    Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more
    talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company else
    1220being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my
    Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by a-
    Caliban Sings drunkenly.
    Farewell Master; farewell, farewell.
    1225Tri. A howling Monster: a drunken Monster.
    Cal. No more dams I'le make for fish,
    Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,
    Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish,
    Ban' ban' Cacalyban
    1230Has a new Master, get a new Man.
    Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome, freedome high-
    day, freedome.
    Ste. O braue Monster; lead the way.