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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)

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    The Tempest.
    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'-
    shore.
    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-
    gaine.
    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. Exeunt.



    Actus Tertius. Scoena Prima.


    1235Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)
    Fer. There be some Sports are painfull; & their labor
    Delight in them set off: Some kindes of basenesse
    Are nobly vndergon; and most poore matters
    Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske
    1240Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but
    The Mistris which I serue, quickens what's dead,
    And makes my labours, pleasures: O She is
    Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
    And he's compos'd of harshnesse. I must remoue
    1245Some thousands of these Logs, and pile them vp,
    Vpon a sore iniunction; my sweet Mistris
    Weepes when she sees me worke, & saies, such basenes
    Had neuer like Executor: I forget:
    But these sweet thoughts, doe euen refresh my labours,
    1250Most busie lest, when I doe it. Enter Miranda and Prospero.
    Mir. Alas, now pray you
    Worke not so hard: I would the lightning had
    Burnt vp those Logs that you are enioynd to pile:
    Pray set it downe, and rest you: when this burnes
    1255'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father
    Is hard at study; pray now rest your selfe,
    He's
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