Seb. While we stood here fecuring your repose,
Ev'n now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing bello
Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you?
It strook mine ear most terribly.
Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
To make an earthquake: fure it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon. Heard you this?

Gon. Upon my honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me. I fhak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, That's a verity. 'Tis best we stand on guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make further

fearch

For my poor fon.

Gon, Heav'ns keep him from these beafts:

For he is fure i'th island.

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profp'ero my lord shall know what I have done.

So, King, go fafely on to seek thy fon.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

Changes to another part of the Island.

Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noise of thunder heard.

* Cal.

A

LL the infections that the fun 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 muft 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

a verily.

Out !

Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me.
Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lye tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness. Lo! now! lo!

Enter Trinculo,

Here comes a spi'rit of his now to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat,
Perchance he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor fhrub to bear off any weather 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 fmells 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 holyday-fool there but would give a piece of filver. There would this monfter 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! warm o' my troth! I do now let loofe my opinion, hold it no longer, this is no fish, but an Islander that hath lately suffer'd by a thunder-bolt. Alas! the storm is come again. My best way is to creep under his gaberdine: there is no other shelter hereabout; mifery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows: I will here fhrowd 'till the dregs of the storm be paft.

SCENE SCENE III.

Enter Stephano finging.

Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I die a-shore. This is a very scurvy 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, 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 favour 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.
This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.

Cal. Do not torment me: oh!

[Drinks

Ste. What's the matter? have we devils here? do you put tricks upon's with falvages, 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 upon four legs cannot make him give ground; and it shall be faid so again, while Stephano breathes at his noftrils,

Cal. The fpirit torments me: oh!

Ste. This is fome monster of the Ifle with four legs; who has got, as I take it, an ague: where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him fome 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 neatsleather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home fafter,

Ste. He's in a fit now; and does not talk after the wifest: he shall taste of my bottle. If he never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if t

can

can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much 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

Thank upon thee.

eral

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is ink that which will give language to you, Cat; open your dmouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that foundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

do

He?

Tri. I should know that voice: it should be

but he is drown'd; and these are devils; 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! of this is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

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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'it thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculo's!

Trin. 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 Neapolitans scap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee do not turn me about, my stomach

is not conftant.

Cal

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprights: that's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will

kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou scape? how cam'ft thou hither? swear by this bottle how thou cam'ft hither: I escap'd upon a butt of fack, which the failors heav'd o'erboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, fince I was cast a-fhore. Cal. I'll fwear, upon that bottle, to be thy true fubject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here: fwear then, how efcap'dst thou ?

Trin. Swom a-shore, man, like a duck; I can fwim 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.

Trin. 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. Haft thou not dropt from heav'n?

Ste. Out o'th' moon I do affure 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 bufh.

Ste. Come swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: fwear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monfter: 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 pr'ythee be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's afleep he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot. I'll swear my self thy fubject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear.

Trin. I shall laugh my felf to death at this puppyheaded monster: a most scurvy moniter! I could find in my heart to beat him

Ste. Come, kifs.

Trin