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Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee This is no mortal business, nor no sound
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate That the earth owes.-I hear it now above me.
The honour of my child.

[Music above. Cal. O ho! Oho!-would it had been done! Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Thou didst prevent me; I bad peopled else

And say, what thou seest yond'. This isle with Calibans.

Mira.

What is't? a spirit ? Pro. Abhorred slave,

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Which any print of goodness will not take,

It carries a brave form :—but 'tis a spirit. Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

Pro. No, wench: it eats and sleeps, and hath such Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, As we have; such. This gallant, which thou seest, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With grief, that's beauty'scanker, thou might'stcall him With words that made them known; but thy vile race, | A goodly person. He hath lost bis fellows, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures And strays about to find 'em. Could not abide to be with: therefore wast thou

Mira.

I might call him Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

A thing divine, for nothing natural Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

I ever saw so noble. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Pro.

It goes on,

I

see, [Aside. Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you, As my soul prompts it.—Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee For learning me your language !

Within two days for this.
Pro.
Hag-seed, hence ! Fer.

Most sure, the goddess [Seeing her. Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,

On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice ? May know if you remain upon this island, [Kneels. If thou neglect’st, or dost unwillingly

And that you will some good instruction give, ! What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; How I may bear me here : my prime request,

Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder !
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

If you be maid, or no?
Cal.
No, pray thee ! - Mira.

No wonder, sir ;
I must obey: his art is of such power, [Aside. But, certainly a maid.
It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,

Fer.

My language! heavens !— [Rises. And make a vassal of him.

I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pro.

So, slave; hence! (Exit Caliban. Were I but where 'tis spoken. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; Ferdi- Pro.

How! the best? NAND following.

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? ARIEL's Song

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Come unto these yellow sands,

To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me,
And then take hands :

And that he does I weep : myself am Naples ;
Court' sied when you have, and kiss'd

Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
The wild waves whist,

The king, my father, wreck’d.
Foot it featly here and there ;

Mira.

Alack, for mercy! And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords ; the duke of Milan,
Hark, hark!

And his brave son, being twain.
Burden. Bow, wow.
[Dispersedly. Pro.

The duke of Milan,
The watch-dogs bark :

And his more braver daughter, could control thee, Burden. Bow, wow.

If now 'twere fit to do't.—[Aside.) At the first sight
Hark, hark! I hear

They have chang'd eyes :-delicate Ariel,
The strain of strutting chanticlere

I'll set thee free for this !—[To him.] A word, good sir;
Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo.

I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Per. Where should this music be? i' th' air, or th' Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This earth?—

Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first It sounds no more ;—and sure, it waits upon

That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my father Some god o' th' island. Sitting on a bank,

To be inclin'd my way! Weeping again the king my father's wreck,

Fer.

0! if a virgin, This music crept by me upon the waters,

And
your

affection not gone forth, I'll make you Allaying both their fury, and my passion,

The queen of Naples. With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,

Pro.

Soft, sir : one word more. Or it hath drawn me rather :—but 'tis gone.- [ Aside.] They are both in either's powers: but this No, it begins again.

swift business
ARIEL sings.

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Full fathom five thy father lies;

Make the prize light.—[To him.] One word more : I
Of his bones are coral made ;

charge thee,
Those are pearls that were his eyes :

That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
Nothing of him that doth fade,

The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
But doth suffer a sea-change

Upon this island as a spy, to win it
Into something rich and strange.

From me, the lord on't.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knel :

Fer.

No, as I am a man. [Burden : ding-dong. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'a father.- Good things will strive to dwell with't.

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No;

Pro. Follow me.

[To Ferd. And they to him are angels. Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor.—Come.

Mira.

My affections I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;

Are then most humble : I have no ambition Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be

To see a goodlier man. The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Pro.

Come on; obey :

[To FERD. Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Fer.

And have no vigour in them. I will resist such entertainment, till

Fer.

So they are : Mine enemy has more power,

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. [He draws, and is charmed from moving. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Mira.

0, dear father! The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, Make not too rash a trial of him, for

To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, He's gentle, and not fearful.

Might I but through my prison once a day Pro.

What! I say:

Behold this maid : all corners else o' th' earth
My foot my tutor ?—Put thy sword up, traitor; Let liberty make use of; space enough
Who mak'st a show, but dar’st not strike, thy conscience Have I in such a prison.
Is so possess’d with guilt: come from thy ward,

Pro.

It works.- Come on.For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !- Follow me.And make thy weapon drop.

[To Ferd. and Mir. Mira.

Beseech you, father! Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To ARIEL. Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments.

Mira.

Be of comfort. Mira.

Sir, have pity : My father's of a better nature, sir,
I'll be his surety.

Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted,
Pro.
Silence ! one word more

Which now came from him.
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What ! Pro.

Thou shalt be as free An advocate for an impostor? hush !

As mountain winds ; but then, exactly do Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, All points of my

command. Having seen but him and Caliban : foolish wench! Ari.

To the syllable. To the most of men this is a Caliban,

Pro. Come, follow.-Speak not for him. (Exeunt.

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ACT II.

Seb. Done. The wager?
SCENE 1.—Another part of the Island.

Ant. A laughter.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo,

Seb. A match.
Adrian, Francisco, and Others.

Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,-
Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Seb. Ha, ha, ha!
(So have we all) of joy, for our escape

Ant. So, you're paid. Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,
Is common : every day, some sailor's wife,

Seb. Yet
The master of some merchant, and the merchant, Adr. Yet-
Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, Ant. He could not miss it.
I mean our preservation, few in millions

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate
Can speak like us: then, wisely, good sir, weigh temperance.
Our sorrow with our comfort.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Alon.
Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Seb. Look; he's winding up the watch of his wit : Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen. by and by it will strike.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Gon. Sir,

Ant. True; save means to live. Seb. One:-tell.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! Comes to the entertainer

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. A dollar.

Seb. With an eye of green in't. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have Ant. He misses not much. spoken truer than you purposed.

Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost should.

beyond credit, Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshGon. Well, I have done. But yet

ness, and glosses; being rather new dyed, than stain'd Seb. He will be talking.

with salt water. Ant. Which, or he or Adrian, for a good wager, Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would first begins to crow !

it not say, he lies ? Seb. The old cock.

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Ant. The cockrel.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as

when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis. Gon.

My lord Sebastian, Seb. "Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, in our return.

And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a When you should bring the plaster. paragon to their queen.

Seb.

Very well. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that widow Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, in ? Widow Dido!

When you are cloudy. Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? Seb.

Foul weather ? good lord, how you take it!

Ant.

Very foul. Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me study of Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Ant. He'd sow't with neddle-seed. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

Seb.

Or docks, or mallows. Adr. Carthage?

Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do? Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Execute all things, for no kind of traffic Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Would I admit; no name of magistrate; next?

Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his And use of service, none; contract, succession, pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : forth more islands.

No occupation, all men idle, all; Gon. Ay?

And women too, but innocent and pure. Ant. Why, in good time.

No sovereignty :Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem Seb. Yet he would be king on't. now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marriage Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets of your daughter, who is now queen.

the beginning. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce, Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, ! Ant. O! widow Dido'; ay, widow Dido.

Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

To feed my innocent people.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage ? Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. The stomach of my sense. Would I had never

Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Married my daughter there ! for, coming thence,

To excel the golden age. My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,

Seb.

'Save his majesty! Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! I ne'er again shall see her. Othou, mine heir

Gon.

And, do you mark me, sir?— Of Naples and of Milan! what strange fish

Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. Hath made his meal on thee?

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it Fran.

may

live. to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of I saw bim beat the surges under him,

such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use And ride upon their backs: he trod the water, to laugh at nothing. Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at. The surge most swoln that met him: bis bold head Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing "Bore the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

Ant. What a blow was there given ! To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. As stooping to relieve him. I not oubt,

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle: you would He came alive to land.

lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue Alon. No, no; he's gone.

in it five weeks without changing. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss Enter Ariel above invisible, playing solemn music. That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. But rather lose her to an African;

Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,

Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace.

am very heavy? Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. By all of us; and the fair soul herself

[ All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Weigb'd between lothness and obedience, as

Alon. What! all so soon asleep? I wish mine eyes Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I find, your son,

They are inclined to do so. I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have

Seb.

Please you, sir,
More widows in them, of this business' making, Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
Your own.

It is a comforter.

Sir, he

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Ant.
We two, my lord,

(The man i' the moon's too slow) till new-born chins Will guard your person

while
you
take

Be rough and razorable; she, for whom
And watch your safety.

We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
Alon. Thank you. Wondrous heavy.—[Alonzo sleeps. And by that destiny to perform an act,
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! Whereof what's past is prologue, what's to come,
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

In yours and my discharge.
Seb.

Why
Seb.

What stuff is this!-How say you?
Doth it not, then, our eye-lids sink? I find not

brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; Myself disposed to sleep.

So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
Ant.

Nor I: my spirits are nimble. There is some space.
They fell together all, as by consent;

Ant.

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space whose every cubit
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Seems to cry out, “ How shall that Claribel
Worthy Sebastian ?-0! what might ?- No more :- Measure us back to Naples ?"-Keep in Tunis,
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death
What thou should'st be. Th’occasion speaks thee, and That now hath seized them ; why, they were no worse
My strong imagination sees a crown

Than now they are. There be, that can rule Naples
Dropping upon thy head.

As well as he that sleeps ; lords that can prate
Seb.

What! art thou waking? As amply, and unnecessarily,
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
Seb.

I do; and, surely, A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st

The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say? For your advancement ! Do you understand me?
This is a stranye repose, to be asleep.

Seb. Methinks, I do.
With
eyes
wide
open; standing, speaking, moving, Ant.

And how does

your content And yet so fast asleep.

Tender your own good fortune ?
Ant.
Noble Sebastian,

Seb.

I remember,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep—die rather; wink'st You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Whiles thou art waking.

Ant.

True :
Seb.

Thou dost snore distinctly: And look how well my garments sit upon me;
There's meaning in thy snores.

Much feater than before. My brother's servants
Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,

Seb. But, for your conscience-
Trebles thee o'er.

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe,
Seb.

Well; I am standing water. 'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

This deity in my bosom : twenty consciences,
Seb.

Do so: to ebb That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
Hereditary sloth instructs me.

And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, Ant.

0!

No better than the earth he lies upon,
If you but knew, how

purpose cherish, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead, Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it, You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,

Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
Most often do so near the bottom run

To the perpetual wink for aye might put
By their own fear, or sloth.

This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Seb.

Pr'ythee, say on. Should not upbraid our course : for all the rest,
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,

They'll tell the clock to any business that
Which throes thee much to yield.

We say befits the hour.
Ant.

Thus, sir.
Seb.

Thy case, dear friend,
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan,
(Who shall be of as little memory,

I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
When he is earth’d) hath here almost persuaded Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st,
(For he's a spirit of persuasion, only

And I, the king, shall love thee.
Professes to persuade) the king, his son's alive,

Ant.

Draw together; 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd,

And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
As he that sleeps here, swims.

To fall it on Gonzalo.
Seb. I have no hope

Seb. O! but one word. [They converse apart.
That he's undrown'd.

Music. ARIEL descends invisible.
Ant.

O! out of that no hope, Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger
What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth
Another way so high a hope, that even

(For else his project dies) to keep them living. Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,

[Sings in Gonzalo's ear. But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me,

While you here do snoring lie,
That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Open-ey'd conspiracy
Seb.

His time doth take.
Ant.

Then, tell me,

If of life you keep a care,
Who's the next heir of Naples?

Shake off slumber, and beware :
Seb.
Claribel.

Awake! Awake!
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis ; she that dwells Ant. Then, let us both be sudden.
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
Can have no note, unless the sun were post,

[They wake.

you the

He's gone.

Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no drawn?

other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with Wherefore thus ghastly looking ?

strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the Gon.

What's the matter? drench of the storm be past. Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand. Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing, Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Like bulls, or rather lions: did it not wake you?

Here shall I die a-shore.It struck mine ear most terribly.

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral, Alon. I heard nothing. Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. Ant. O! 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear, The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, To make an earthquake: sure, it was the roar

The gunner, and his mate, Of a whole herd of lions.

Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo? But none of us card for Kate ; Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, For she had a tongue with a tang, And that a strange one too, which did awake me.

Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang: I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd: as mine eyes open'd, She lov'd not the savour of tar, nor of pitch, I saw their weapons drawn.—There was a noise, Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch; That's verity: 'tis best we stand upon our guard,

Then, to sea, boys, und let her go hang. Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons. This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my comfort. [Drinks. Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make farther Cal. Do not torment me: 0! search

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? For my poor son.

Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts, Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard For he is, sure, i' the island.

now of your four legs; for it hath been said, as proper Alon.

Lead away. [Exeunt. a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done: ground, and it shall be said so again, while Stephano So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exit. breathes at nostrils. SCENE II.- Another part of the Island.

Cal. The spirit torments me: 0!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs, Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood.

who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil A noise of thunder heard.

should he learn our language? I will give him some Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up relief, if it be but for that: if I can recover him, and keep From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, for any emperor that ever trod on neat’s-leather. And yet I needs must curse; but they'll not pinch, Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee: I'll bring my Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, wood home faster. Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark

Ste. He's in his fit now, and does not talk after the Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but

wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never For every trifle are they set upon me:

drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me, I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which too much for him : he shall pay for him that hath him, Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount and that soundly. Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works Do hiss me into madness.-Lo, now! lo! Enter TRINCULO.

Ste. Come on your ways: open your mouth; here Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me is that which will give language to you, cat. Open For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;

your mouth : this will shake your shaking, I can tell Perchance, he will not mind me.

you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any friend; open your chaps again. [Caliban drinks. Weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it Trin. I should know that voice. It should be-but sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge he is drowned, and these are devils. O, defend me ! one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his

Ste. Four legs, and two voices ! a most delicate liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know monster. His forward voice, now, is to speak well of not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, choose but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will re[Seeing Caliban.] a man or a fish? Dead or alive? cover him, I will help his ague. Come,-Amen! I A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish- will pour some in thy other mouth. like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. Trin. Stephano! A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy ! Fas) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave fool there but would give a piece of silver: there him; I have no long spoon. would this monster make a man: any strange beast Trin. Stephano !-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, there makes a man. When they will not give a doit and speak to me, for I am Trinculo:-be not afeard, — to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see thy good friend Trinculo. a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. I'll pull arms! Warm, o'my troth! I do now let loose my thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed! How islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. cam’st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can (Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best he vent Trinculos ?

upon thee.

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