SEB. Methinks, I do.

ANT.

And how does your content Tender your own good fortune?

SEB.

I remember,

True:

You did supplant your brother Prospero. ANT.

And, look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before: my brother's servants
Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
SEB. But, for your conscience-

ANT. Ay, Sir: and where lies that? if 'twere a kybe,1
"Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied2 be they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,

If he were that which now he's like (that's dead);
Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion3 as a cat laps milk:
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.

SEB.

Shall be my precedent;

Thy case, dear friend,

as thou gott'st Milan,

I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the King shall love thee.

ANT.

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And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

SEB.

O, but-one word.

[They talk apart.

Enter ARIEL, with Music and Song.

ARI. [aside.] My master through his art foresees the danger

That these his friends are in; and sends me forth,

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For else his project dies, to keep them living.

[sings in GONZALO's ear.

While you here do snoring lie,

Open-ey'd Conspiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! Awake!

ANT. Then let us both be sudden.

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What's the matter?

I heard nothing.

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GON. [waking.] Now, good Angels, preserve the King!
[to ALON.] Why, how now, hoa! awake? [to Sebas.
and ANTONIO.] Why are you drawn?
Wherefore thus ghastly looking?
ALON. [waking.]
SEB. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions: did it not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.
ALON.
ANT. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
To make an earthquake: sure it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
ALON.
Heard you this, Gonzalo ?
GON. Upon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
I shak'd you, Sir, and cried; as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise,
That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard,
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
ALON. Lead off this ground; and let's make further
search

ARI. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:

So, King, go safely on to seek thy son.

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[aside. [exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter CALIBAN, with a burthen of Wood (a noise of
Thunder heard).

CAL. All the infections that the Sun sucks up

From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him

By inch-meal a disease! His Spirits hear me,

But they'll nor pinch,

And yet I needs must curse.
Fright me with urchin-shows,1 pitch me i' th' mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometime like apes, that mowe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness. [Enter TRINCULO.] Lo!
now! lo!

Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.

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ΙΟ

TRIN. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing: I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same 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 choose but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells 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 a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster 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 see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose

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my opinion-hold it no longer: this is no fish but an Islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.

STE.

Enter STEPHANO, singing.

I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die ashore—

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral:
Well, here's my comfort.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,

The gunner, and his mate,

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[drinks.

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, 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:

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She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor 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.

O!

[drinks.

CAL. Do not torment me.
STE. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do
you put tricks upon's with savages, and men of Inde,
ha? I have not scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of
your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a
man as
as ever went on four legs cannot make him
give ground. And it shall be said so again, while
Stephano breathes at nostrils.

CAL. The Spirit torments me. O!

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STE. This is some monster of the Isle, with four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the Devil should he learn our language? I will give him some 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 neat'sleather.

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STE. He's in his fit now, and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I 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 soundly.

CAL. Thou dost me yet but little hurt;

Thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling:

Now Prosper works upon thee.

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STE. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to your 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 again.

TRIN. I should know that voice. It should be

But

he is drowned; and these are devils. O, defend me! 89 STE. Four legs, and two voices: a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well 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.

TRIN. Stephano

STE. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

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touch me,

TRIN. Stephano! If thou be❜st Stephano,
and speak to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard,
thy good friend Trinculo.

STE. If thou be'st Trinculo, come forth.

I'll pull thee legs, these are How cam'st

by the lesser legs; if any be Trinculo's
they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed!
thou to be the siege1 of this moon-calf? Can he vent2
Trinculos?

TRIN. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke.
But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now
thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I
hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear