Ven.

The runlet of brandy was a loving runlet, and floated after us out of pity.

Mus.

And this kind bottle, like an old acquaintance, swam after it.

Ven.

Your'e wrong in your simile; an old acquaintance never follows a friend in distress.

Mus.

Well, it is prize brandy, and we can drink in spight of the excisemen,—nay more, we can vend our brandy without writing, Dealer in Foreign Spirits over our doors,

Steph.

Look Mustacho weeps, he sheds his brandy out of his eyes: he shall drink no more.

Mus.

I weep for my wife.

Ven.

Beshrew thy heart for putting me in mind of my wife; but nature will out,—I must melt. I pr'ythee fill again, my wife is a good old jade, she has but one eye left, and she'll weep that out too when she hears I am dead. She has drank one eye, out and the other's upon the stoop.

Steph.

Hang wives and mistresses—drink about.

Here's to thee Tom; this whining love despise;
Pledge me, my friend, and drink till thou art wise.
  It sparkles brighter far than she;
  'Tis pure and bright, without deceit,
  And such no woman e'er will be;
  No, they are all sophisticate;
  Follies they have, so numberless in store,
  That only he who loves them can have more.
  Neither their sighs, nor tears are true,
  Those idly blow, those idly fall;
  Nothing like to ours at all,
  But sighs and tears have sexes too.

Ven.

Now let us have a government; and pray that heaven may drive shipwrecks ashore, to make us all rich.

Steph.

As I was master at sea I will be king at land, you Mustacho shall be my prime minister, and rule the people by virtue of my prerogative.

Mus.

Bad policy that, every thing must go by vote, and we will rule the animals of this island by the power of majority.

Ven.

When you are king, master Stephano, you may chuse your prime minister, but we'll have no ruler without an election.

Steph.

Ventoso be silent—here's a piece of money to buy thy voice.

Mus.

Stephano hear me—I will speak for the people, because there is none to speak for themselves.

Enter Trinculo, with a great bottle.

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

This is a scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral— but here's my comfort.

AIR.
The master, the swabber, the gunner and I,
  The surgeon and his mate,
Lov'd Moll, Meg, Marian, and Margery,
  But none of us car'd for Kate.
For she had a tongue with a twang,
Would cry to a sailor go hang:
She lov'd not the favour of pitch,
And a taylor might scratch her where e'er she did itch.

Here's my comfort. (drinks.)

Ven.

How got you on shore?

Trin.

On a butt of sack—here's my comfort.

Mus.

Kiss Stephano's hand, he's appointed Duke in full assembly.

Ven.

We two are vice-roys of the isle.

Trin.

What, were matters carried thus against me in my absence? I oppose it all. I will have no governors, no laws.

Steph.

Then civil war begins.

DUET. Trin.
Whilst blood doth flow within these veins,
Or any spark of life remains,
  My right I will maintain. Mus.
Whilst I this temper'd steel can wield,
I'll ne'er to thee, thou braggard yield,
  Thy threats are all in vain. Trin.
I defy thee. Mus.
I'll not fly thee. Trin.
Braggard come. Mus.
Braggard?
Thy boasted courage now I'll try;
I see thou art afraid to die. Trin.
Not I. Mus.
That's a lie. Trin.
Lie, Sir! Mus.
Aye, Sir— Both.
Behold I conquer or I die. (Exeunt fighting.

Enter Caliban, with Wood on his Back. (Land Storm Scene.)
All the infections that the sun sucks up,
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prospero fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease: his spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse.

For every trifle they are set upon me;
Sometimes like apes, that mew and chatter at me,
And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lye tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount,
Their prickles at my foot fall; sometimes am I
All crown'd with adders, that with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.
Here comes a spirit of his now to torment me,
I'll fall flat, perchance he will not mind me. (lies down. (Mustacho, Ventoso within.)

Steph.

I'll have no civil wars in this our reign, so hold, loving subjects.

AIR.
Then since no state's compleatly blest,
  Let's learn the bitter to allay,
Inspir'd by this, let's dance and play,
  Enjoy at least the present day,
And leave to fate the rest. Enter Stephano.

Steph.

Yon same cloud cannot chuse but fall by pailfulls.—What have we here, a man or a fish? dead or alive? a fish,—he smells like a fish. Were I in England now, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool but would give six-pence for the sight of him. There would this strange beast make a man of me. It is not a fish neither, but an islander that has suffered by a thunder-bolt—the storm is coming again, so I will creep under his gaberdine for shelter. (lies down.)

Cal.

Do not torment me: Oh!

Trin.

What have we got here?—a monster with

four legs!—but where the Devil should he learn our language?—I'll give him some relief, if it be but for that; could I but bring him tame to Naples he'd be a present for an emperor.

Cal.

Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

Trin.

Open your mouth and drink, this will cure your shaking.

Steph.

This is a devil, Oh defend me!

Trin.

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 detract—he should perish, if I thought him given to calumny.

Steph

Trinculo.

Trin.

Doth thy other mouth call me? mercy— this is the Devil and no monster.—

Steph.

Why zounds! I'm no devil.

Trin.

If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. (Trinculo rises.) Thou art very Trinculo indeed. Can this moon-calf vent Trinculo's?

Steph.

I hid me under the moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm.

Cal.

This is a brave god, and bears celestial liquor, —I'll kneel to him.

Trin.

He is a very hopeful monster. Monster, what say'st thou, art thou content to turn civil and sober, as I am?

Cal.

I'll swear upon that bottle to be true; for the liquor is not earthly: did'st thou not drop from heaven?

Trin.

Out of the moon, I was the Man in the Moon. By this light, a very shallow monster.

Cal.

I'll shew thee every fertile inch of the isle, and kiss thy foot; I pr'ythee be my God, and let me drink. I'll shew thee the best springs, I'll pluck thee berries, I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. —A curse upon the tyrant whom I serve—I'll follow thee.

Trin.

The poor monster is loving in his drink.

Cal.

I pr'ythee let me bring thee where crabs grow, and I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts, shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how to snate the nimble marmazer; I'll bring thee to clustered filberts; wilt thou go with me?

Step.

Trinculo—this monster comes of a good-natured race; is there no more of thy kin in this island?

Cal.

There are only myself, my dam, my grand dam, my cousin and my lovely sister, beautiful and bright as the full moon.

Step.

There are five subjects got already, the monster, and his family. From this worshipful monster, and miss monster his sister, I'll lay claim to this island by alliance. Monster, I say, thy sister shall be my spouse. Where is she?

Cal.

I left her clamb'ring up a hollow oak, and plucking thence the dropping honey-combs. Say, my King, shall I call her to thee?

Trin.

She shall swear upon the bottle too. If she proves handsome, she is mine: here, monster, drink again for thy good news. Thou shalt speak a good word for me.

Cal.

Farewell, old master, farewell, farewell. I swear to serve thee.

Trin.

Here, kiss the book.

AIR. Caliban.
No more dams I'll make for fish,
  Nor fetch firing at requiring;
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish,
  Ban, Ban, Cacaliban
Has got a new master, get a new man. (Exeunt. Scene 2 Scene changes. Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Pros.
The fringed curtains of thy eyes advance,
And fee what is yonder. Enter Ferdinand.

Mir.
'Tis a spirit; believe me, Sir, it carries a brave form,
But, 'tis a spirit!

Pros.
No; it eats, and sleeps,
And hath such senses as we, were he not
Somewhat stain'd with grief (beauty's worst canker)
Thou might'st then call him a goodly person.

Mir.
I might call him a thing divine!
Nothing natural, I ever saw, so noble.

AIR. Ferdinand.
What sudden blaze of Majesty,
  What awful innocence of mien
Is that which I from hence descry?
  Like Nature's universal queen.
Sure the Goddess on whom these airs attend;
Such beauty cannot belong to human kind.

Mir.
I am, like you, a mortal; if such you are.

Fer.
My language too!—O heavens! I am the best of them
Who speak this language, were I but

In my own country. O! if a virgin,
And your affection's not gone forth, I'll make you
Queen of Naples.

Pros.
Young Sir, a word; thou do'st here usurp
The name thou own'st not, and hast put thyself
Upon this Island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.

Fer.
No; as I am a man.

Mir.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.

Pros.
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come,
I'll manacle thy feet and neck together;
Sea water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn's cradled. Follow.

Fer.
No; I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power.

Mir.
O! dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him; for
He's gentle and not fearful.

AIR.
Sweetness, truth, and ev'ry grace,
  Which time and use are won't to teach,
The eye may in a moment reach,
  And read distinctly in his face.

Fer.
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up:
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel;
The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but thro' my prison once a day,
Behold this maid! all corners else o'th'earth,
Let liberty make use of.—Space enough
Have I in such a prison.

Pros.
It is in vain, Miranda, he's a traitor.

Mir.
Have pity, Sir.

Pros.
Speak not for him, go on, Sir, enter yonder cave;
That op'ning there shews you to your lodgings. (Exit Ferd. Mir. following.

AIR.
In tender sighs, he silence breaks,
  The fair his flame approves;
Consenting blushes warm her cheeks,
  She smiles, she yields, she loves. (Exit. Scene 3 Scene opens, and shews the Inside of the Cave; Ferdinand discovered.

Fer.
To be a prisoner, where I love,
Is but a double tie, a link of fortune,
Join'd to the chain of love; but not to see her,
And yet to be so near her, there's the hardship:
But her fair form lives always in my mind.

AIR.
To what my eyes admir'd before,
I add a thousand graces more,
And fancy blows into a flame,
The spark that from her beauty came:
The object thus improv'd by thought,
By my own image I am caught.
Pygmalion so, with fatal art,
Polish'd the form that stung his heart. Enter Miranda.—Prospero at a Distance.

Mir.
Sir, my Lord, where are you?

Fer.
Is it your voice, my love, or do I dream?

Mir.
Speak softly; it is I.

Fer.
Oh heavenly creature!
Ten times more gentle, than your father's cruel.

Mir.
How do you bear your prison?

Fer.
'Tis my palace, while you are here.
Admir'd Miranda, many a lady
I've ey'd with best regard; but you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of ev'ry creature best.

AIR.
In some defect each grace was lost!
  Which touch'd my heart: in thee are join'd
The noblest form the earth can boast,
  With heav'nly innocence of mind.

Mir.
I do not know one of my sex, nor have I
Seen more men than you, and my dear father;
How features are abroad, I'm skilless of:
I wish not any companion but you,
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself to like of.

Fer.
Hear my soul speak.
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides
To make me slave to it.

Mir
Do you love me?

Fer.
O heaven! O earth! bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I profess, with kind events;
Beyond all limit of ought else i'th'world,
I do love you.

Mir.
Then hence with bashful cunning,
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence,
I am your wife, Sir, if you approve it.

Fer.
Ay, with a heart so willing,
As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.

Mir.
And mine, with my heart in it.

AIR.
How can I speak my secret pain?
  Yet how that secret pain conceal?
Alas, my silence would be vain!
  My looks my inmost thoughts reveal,
O mighty love! thy power is divine;
  I own it's force, and thus my heart resign. (Exit. Enter Stephano, Caliban and Sycorax. Scene changes.

Sycor.

My Lord, shall I go meet thy friends, I will be kind to all of them, just as I am to thee.

Steph.

Zounds, no; as I have made you a dutchess, you must be modest, and set a good example to other persons of quality.