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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' 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 head :
: yond' fame cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A filh: he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fith-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 filver : 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 my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no filh, but an islander, that hath lately fuffer'd by a thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again : niy best
way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout : Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows: I will here throud, till the dregs
of the storm be past.
Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Here shall I die a-shore ;
The master, the fwabber, the boatswain, and I,
gunner, and his mate,
But none of us car'd for Kate :
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang:
Then to sea, boys, and let ber go bang.
you put tricks upon us with favages, and men of Inde ? Ha! I have not ’scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it háth been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said fo again, while Stephano breathes at
Cal. The spirit torments me: 0! 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 res
lief, if it be but for that. If I can recover him, and keep him
and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.
Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster.
Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the. wifeft. 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. Ihall pay for him that hath him, and
Cal. Thou doft me yet but little hurt; thou wilt
Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat; open your mouth : this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that foundly: you cannot tell' who's your friend ; open your chaps again.
Trin. I should know that voice : It fhould be-But he is drown'd; and these are devils : 0! defend me!
. Sté. 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 fome in thy other mouth.
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.
Trin. Stephano !--if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo ;-be not afeard, thy good friend Trinçulo.
Ste. If thou beeft Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculo's, legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed ; How cam'ft thou to be the fiege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinçulos?
Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-Itroke: 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 Morm: And art thou living, Stephano ? O Stephano, twa Neapolitans 'scap'd !
Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about, my stomach is not constant.
Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
Ste. How did'st thou 'scape ? How cam'st thou hither? fwear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I efcap'd upon a butt of fack, which the sailors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-fhore.
Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.
Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst.
Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.
Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this ?
Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, mooncalf ? how does thine ague ?
Cal. Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?
Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.
Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee : My mistress thew'd me thee, thy dog, and bush.
Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book : I will furnish it anon with new contents : swear.
Trin. By this good light, this is a very thallow monfter :—I afeard of him ?-a very weak monster :--The man j' the moon ?-a most poor credulous monster :-Well drawn, monster, in good footh.
Cal. I'll thew thee every fertile inch o' the isand; . And kiss thy foot : I proythee, be my god.
Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's alleep, he'll rob his bottle.
Cal. I'll kiss thy foot : I'll swear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear.
Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monfter: A moft scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,
Ste. Come, kiss.
Trin. -but that the poor monster's in drink :
Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.
Cal. I prythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts ; Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmožet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with
me ? Ste, I prythee now, lead the way,
any more talking.Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drown'd, we will inherit here. Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. Farewell master; farewell, farewell.
[Sings drunkenly. Trix. A howling monster; a drunken monster.