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,

1131But hee is dround; and these are diuels; O de-

1132fend me.

1133Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a most delicate

1134Monster: his forward voyce now is to speake well of

1135his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule speeches,

1136and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer

1137him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will

1138poure some in thy other mouth.

1139Tri. Stephano.

1140Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy:

1141This is a diuell, and no Monster: I will leaue him, I

1142haue no long Spoone.

1143Tri. Stephano: if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and

1144speake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy

1145good friend Trinculo.

1146Ste. If thou bee'st Trinculo: come foorth: I'le pull

1147thee by the lesser legges: if any be Trinculo's legges,

1148these are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how

1149cam'st thou to be the siege of this Moone-calfe? Can

1150he vent Trinculo's?

1151Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-strok; but

1152art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art

1153not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee

1154vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of

1155the Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano,

1156two Neapolitanes scap'd?

1157Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my stomacke

1158is not constant.

1159Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not sprights:

1160that's a braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will

1161kneele to him.

1162Ste. How did'st thou scape?

1163How cam'st thou hither?

1164Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'd

1165vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o're-

1166boord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of

1167a Tree, with mine owne hands, since I was cast a'-

1168shore.

1169Cal. I'le sweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true sub-

1170iect, for the liquor is not earthly.

1171St. Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dst.

1172Tri. Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swim

1173like a Ducke i'le be sworne.

1174Ste. Here, kisse the Booke.

1175Though thou canst swim like a Ducke, thou art made

1176like a Goose.

1177Tri. O Stephano, ha'st any more of this?

1178Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke

1179by th'sea-side, where my Wine is hid:

1180How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague?

1181Cal. Ha'st thou not dropt from heauen?

1182Ste. Out o'th Moone I doe assure thee. I was the

1183Man ith' Moone, when time was.

1184Cal. I haue seene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:

1185My Mistris shew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush.

1186Ste. Come, sweare to that: kisse the Booke: I will

1187furnish it anon with new Contents: Sweare.

1188Tri. By this good light, this is a very shallow Mon-

1189ster: I afeard of him? a very weake Monster:

1190The Man ith' Moone?

1191A most poore creadulous Monster:

1192Well drawne Monster, in good sooth.

1193Cal. Ile shew thee euery fertill ynch 'oth Island: and

1194I will kisse thy foote: I prethee be my god.

1195Tri. By this light, a most perfidious, and drunken

1196Monster, when's god's a sleepe he'll rob his Bottle.

1197Cal. Ile kisse thy foot. Ile sweare my selfe thy Subiect.

1198Ste. Come on then: downe and sweare.

1199Tri. I shall laugh my selfe to death at this puppi-hea-

1200ded Monster: a most scuruie Monster: I could finde in

1201my heart to beate him.

1202Ste. Come, kisse.

1203Tri. But that the poore Monster's in drinke:

1204An abhominable Monster.

1205Cal. I'le shew thee the best Springs: I'le plucke thee

1206Berries: I'le fish for thee; and get thee wood enough.

1207A plague vpon the Tyrant that I serue;

1208I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou

1209wondrous man.

1210Tri. A most rediculous Monster, to make a wonder of

1211a poore drunkard.

1212Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;

1213and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts;

1214show thee a Iayes nest, and instruct thee how to snare

1215the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to clustring

1216Philbirts, and sometimes I'le get thee young Scamels

1217from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?

1218Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more

1219talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company else

1220being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my

1221Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by a-

1222gaine.

1224Farewell Master; farewell, farewell.

1225Tri. A howling Monster: a drunken Monster.

1231Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome, freedome high-

1232day, freedome.

1233Ste. O braue Monster; lead the way. Exeunt.