This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.

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 his 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, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

Ste.

He's in a fit now; and does not talk after the wisest: 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 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 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.

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!

Trin.

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 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? 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 escap'dst thou?

Trin.

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.

Trin.

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 new contents: swear.

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 sooth.

Cal.

I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'th'Isle, and I will kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee be my god.

Trin.

By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his 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.

Trin.

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.

Trin.

—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.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
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 snare the nimble marmazet; I'll bring thee
To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee
Young scamels from the ock. Wilt thou go with me?

Ste.

I pr'ythee 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.