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,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with Urchin shews, 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 moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me; then like Hedg-hogs, which
Lye 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 his me into Madness. Lo! now! lo! [Enter Trinculo.
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.

Tri.

Here's neither Bush nor Shrub to bear off any Weather at all, and another Storm brewing; I hear it sing i'th' 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 chuse 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 an Holy-day-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. Leg'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 Islander, that hath lately suffer'd by a Thunderbolt: 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 Bedfellows: I will here shrowd 'till the Dregs of the Storm be past.

Ste.

I shall no more to Sea, to Sea, here shall I die a-shore.
This is a very scurvy Tune to sing at a Man's
Funeral: Well, here's my Comfort. [Drinks.
Sings.
The Master, the Swabbler, 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 Sailor go hang:
She lov'd not the Savour of Tar nor of Pitch,
Yet a Taylor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch.
Then to Sea, Boys, and let her go hang.
That is a scurvy Tune too:
But here's my Comfort. [Drinks.

Cal.
Do not Torment me: Oh!

Ste.
What's the Matter?
Have we Devils here?

Do you put Tricks upon's with Salvages, and Men of Inde? ha? I have not scap'd drowning to be afraid now of your four Legs; for it hath been said, as proper a Man 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: Oh!

Ste.

This is some Monster of the Isle, with four Legs; who has 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 Neats-Leather.

Cal.

Do not Torment me, prethee: I'll bring my Wood home faster.

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 asore, 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.

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 soundly: You cannot tell who's your Friend; open your Chaps again.

Tri.
I should know that Voice:
It should be,—
But 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 of his Friend; his backward Voice is to utter soul 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.

Tri.

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.

Tri.

Stephano: If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; be not afraid, thy good Friend Trinculo.

Ste.

If thou 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'st thou to be the Siege of this Moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculo's!

Tri.

I took him to be kill'd with a Thunder-stroke; 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 Neapolitanes scap'd?

Ste.

Prethee do not turn me about, my Stomack is not constant.

Cal.

These be fine things, and if they be not Sprights: That's a brave God, and bears Celestial Liquor: I will kneel to him.

Ste.
How did'st thou scape?

How cam'st thou hither?

Swear by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'd upon a Butt of Sack, which the Sailors heav'd o'er-board, by this Bottle! which I made of the Bark of a Tree, with mine own Hands, since I was cast a-shore.

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.

Tri.

Swom 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.

Tri.

O Stephano, hast any more of this?

Ste.

The whole Butt, Man; my Cellar is in a Rock by th' Sea-side, where my Wine is hid:

How now, Moon-calf, how does thine Ague?

Cal.

Hast thou not dropt from Heav'n?

Ste.

Out o'th' Moon, I do assure thee. I was the Man in 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 Bush.

Ste.

Come swear to that; kiss the Book: I will furnish it anon with the new Contents: Swear.

Tri.
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 sooth.

Cal.

I'll shew thee every fertile Inch o'th' Isle; and I will kiss thy Foot: I prethee be my God.

Tri.

By this Light, a most perfidious and drunken Monster; when's God's asleep he'll rob his Bottle.

Cal.

I'll kiss thy Foot. I'll swear my self thy Subject.

Ste.

Come on then: Down, and swear.

Tri.

I shall laugh my self to Death at this Puppy-headed Monster: A most scurvy Monster: I could find in my Heart to beat him.

Ste.

Come, kiss.

Tri.
But that the poor Monster's in drink:
An abominable Monster.

Cal.

I'll shew thee the best Springs; I'll pluck thee Berries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee Wood enough.

I'll bear him no more Sticks, but follow thee, thou wondrous Man.

Tri.

A most ridiculous Monster, to make a Wonder of a poor Drunkard.

Cal.

I prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow, and I with my long Nails will dig thee Pig-nuts; show thee a Jay's Nest, and instruct thee how to snare the nimble Marmazet; I'll bring thee to clustring Filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee young Scamels from the Rock: Wilt thou go with me?

Ste.

I prethee now lead the way without 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.

Farewel, Master; farewel, farewel.

Tri.

A howling Monster; a drunken Monster.

Cal.

No more Dams I'll make for Fish,
Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,
Nor scrape Trenchering, nor wash Dish.
Ban', Ban', Cacalyban
Has a new Master, get a new Man.

Freedom, hey-day, hey-day Freedom, Freedom, hey-day Freedom.

Ste.

O brave Monster, lead the way.