1010Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine.

1011Gon. Now, good Angels preserue the King.

1012Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?

1013Wherefore this ghastly looking?

1014Gon. What's the matter?

1015Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,

1016(Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing

1017Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?

1018It strooke mine eare most terribly.

1019Alo. I heard nothing.

1020Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare;

1021To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare

1022Of a whole heard of Lyons.

1023Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?

1024Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,

1025(And that a strange one too) which did awake me:

1026I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,

1027I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse,

1028That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard;

1029Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.

1030Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further search

1031For my poore sonne.

1032Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts:

1033For he is sure i'th Island.

1034Alo. Lead away.

1035Ariell. Prospero my Lord, shall know what I haue (done.

1036So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son. Exeunt.

1040Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp

1041From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make him

1042By ynch-meale a disease: his Spirits heare me,

1043And yet I needes must curse. But they'll nor pinch,

1044Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,

1045Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke

1046Out of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em; but

1047For euery trifle, are they set vpon me,

1048Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,

1049And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which

1050Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount

1051Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I

1052All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues

1053Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo, Enter Trinculo.

1054Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me

1055For bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat,

1056Perchance he will not minde me.

1057Tri. Here's neither bush, nor shrub to beare off any

1058weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it

1059sing ith' winde: yond same blacke cloud, yond huge

1060one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would shed his

1061licquor: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know

1062not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot

1063choose but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here, a man,

1064or 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

1066newest poore-Iohn: a strange fish: were I in England

1067now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not

1068a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer:

1069there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange

1070beast there, makes a man: when they will not giue a

1071doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to see

1072a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like

1073Armes: warme o' my troth: I doe now let loose my o-

1074pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Islan-

1075der, that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas,

1076the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vn-

1077der his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter herea-

1078bout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfel-

1079lowes: I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme

1080be past.

1082Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore.

1083This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans

1084Funerall: well, here's my comfort. Drinkes.

1094This is a scuruy tune too:

1095But here's my comfort. drinks.

1096Cal. Doe not torment me: oh.

1097Ste. What's the matter?

1098Haue we diuels here?

1099Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of

1100Inde? ha? I haue not scap'd drowning, to be afeard

1101now of your foure legges: for it hath bin said; as pro-

1102per a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him

1103giue ground: and it shall be said so againe, while Ste-

1104phano breathes at' nostrils.

1105Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh.

1106Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle, with foure legs;

1107who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell

1108should he learne our language? I will giue him some re-

1109liefe 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-

1111sent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-lea-

1112ther.

1113Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my

1114wood home faster.

1115Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the

1116wisest; hee shall taste of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer

1117drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit:

1118if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take

1119too much for him; hee shall pay for him that hath him,

1120and that soundly.

1121Cal. Thou do'st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt a-

1122non, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes

1123vpon thee.

1124Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here

1125is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your

1126mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and

1127that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open

1128your chaps againe.

1129Tri. I should know that voyce:

1130It should be,