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 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 fee 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 fish, but an iflander that hath lately fuffer'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 bedfellows :" I will here shrowd, till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter Stephano, finging.

Ste. I shall no more to fea, 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 fwabber, the boatswain and I,

The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margery,

But none of us car'd for Kate ;

For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a failor, Go hang :

She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her, where-e'er she did itch.
Then to fea, 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 nostrils.

Cal. The spirit 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 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 trode on neatsleather.

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

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest: he shall taste of my bottle. If he 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 foundly,

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it, by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.

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 should bebut 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 well of "his friend; his backward voice is to spatter 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...

Trin. Stephano! if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; be not afraid, thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thon beest 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 Trinculo's.

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-ftroke:

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 constant.

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'st thou hither? fwear, by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I efcap'd upon a butt of fack, which the failors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, fince I was cast afhore.

Cal. I'll fwear upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here: fwear then how escap'dst thou?

Trin. Swom ashore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck; I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book. Though thou can'st 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' fea-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 assure thee. I was the man i' 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, fwear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: fwear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster: 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 thew thee every fertile inch o' th' ifle, and I will kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee be my god.

Trin.

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 myself thy fubject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear.

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

Ste. Come, kiss.

Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!

Cal. " I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee

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berries,

"I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
"A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve!
"I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
"Thou wond'rous man."

Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

Cal. " I pr`ythee, 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 fnare the nimble marmazet; I'll bring thee "To clust'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee

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Young shamois from the rock. Wilt thou go with

Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company elfe being drown'd, we will inherit here. Here, bear my bottle; fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewel, master; farewel,

farewel.

Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster.

Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish,

Nor fetch in firing at requiring,

Nor fcrape trencher, nor wash dish,

Ban', Ban', Cacalyban

Has a new master, get a new man.

day, freedom!

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey

Ste. O brave monster, lead the way.

[Exeunt.

Fer.

ACT III. SCENE I.

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Before Profpero's cell.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

Here be some sports are painful, but their

labour Delight in them fets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task wou'd be As heavy to me, as 'tis odious: but The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labours pleasures: O she is Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed; And he's compos'd of harshness. I must move Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, Upon a fore injunction. My sweet mistress Weeps when the fees me work, and says, fuch baseness Had ne'er like executer; I forget; But these sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour, Most bufy-less, when I do it.

Enter Miranda; and Profpero, at a distance unseen.

Mira. Alas, now, pray you,

Work not fo hard; I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that thou'rt injoin'd to pile:
Pray, fet it down, and rest you; when this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you: my father,
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
He's fafe for these three hours.

Fer. O most dear mistress,

The fun will fet before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.

Mira. If you'll fit down,

I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that;
I'll carry't to the pile.

Fer. No, precious creature,

I'ad rather crack my finews, break my back,
Than you should fuch dishonour undergo,

While I fit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me,
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