Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one
[pay'st,
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou
And I the king shall love thee.
Antonio.

Draw together,
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Sebastian.

O! but one word.

SCENE 11. Another part of the Island.
Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood A noise
of thunder heard.
Caliban.

All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make

pinch,

him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse; but they'll nor
[mire,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the
[They converse apart. Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible.
For every trifle are they set upon me:
[me,
Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie 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 hiss me into madness.-Lo, now! lo!

Arid.

My master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth (For else his project dies) to keep them living. [Sings in Gonzalo's ear.

Enter Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flats;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

Trinculo.

Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; 1 hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombard 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 choose 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 a holiday 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. 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 islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. (Thunder.] 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 shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter Stephano singing; a bottle in his hand.
Stephano.

I shall no more to sca, to sen,

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.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,

The gunner, and his mate,
Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, 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 tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did

itch;

Then, to sea, boys, and let her go hang. This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my [Drinks.

comfort.

Caliban.

Do not torment me: O!

Stephano.

Stephano.

Pr'ythee, do not turn me about: my stomach
Caliban.

What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and is not constant. men of Inde! Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard 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.

Caliban.

The spirit torments me: O!
Stephano.

This is some monster of the isle, with four legs, who hath 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 neat's-leather.

Caliban.

Do not torment me, pr'ythee: I'll bring my wood home faster.

These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Stephano.

How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

By this good light, this is a very shallow monster: I afeard of him!-a very weak monster. The man i' the moon! -a most poor credulous monster.- Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Caliban.

I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island; And I will kiss thy foot. I pr'ythee, be my god.

Trinculo.

By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster: when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Callban.

SCENE 1. Before Prospero's Cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.
Ferdinand.

labour

THERE be some sports are painful, and their
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me, as 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 crab-
bed;
[remove

I'll kissthy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject. And he's composed of harshness. I must

Stephano
Come on, then; down, and swear.

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 wondrous man!

Trinculo.

Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such
Had never like executor. I forget: [baseness
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my
Most busy-less when I do it.
[labours;

Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance.
Miranda,
Alas! now, pray you,
Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to
pile.
[burns,
Pray set it down, and rest you: when this
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study; pray now rest yourself:
He's safe for these three hours.

Ferdinand.

O most dear mistress!

The sun will set, before I shall discharge

A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder What I must strive to do. of a poor drunkard!

Caliban.

I pr'ythee, 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 marmozet: I'll bring thee
To clustering tilberds, and sometimes I'll get
thee
[with me?
Young scamels from the rock: Wilt thou go
Stephano.

I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking. - Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here. Here; bear my bottle Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

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ACT III. Sc. II.

thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish
and half a monster?
Caliban.

Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my
lord?
Trinculo.

Stephano.
Do I so? take thou that.

[Strikes him. Lord, quoth he! - that a monster should be As you like this, give me the lie another time.

such a natural!

Caliban.
Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee.
Stephano.

Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head:
if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-The
poor monster's my subject, and he shall not
suffer indignity.

Caliban.

I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Stephano.

Marry will I; kneel and repeat it: I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

To Caliban.

I say by sorcery he got this isle;
From me he got it: if thy greatness will,
Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st;
But this thing dare not.

Stephano.

That's most certain.

Caliban.

Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.

Stephano.

How, now, shall this be compassed? Canst

thou bring me to the party?

Caliban.

Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.

Ariel.

Thou liest; thou canst not.

Caliban.

What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy
patch!-

1
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone
He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not
[show him
Where the quick freshes are.
Stephano.

Trinculo, run into no farther danger: inter.
rupt the monster one word farther, and, by this
hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make
stock-fish of thee.

Trinculo.

Why, what did 1? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.

Beat him enough: after a little time,
I'll beat him too.

Stephano.
Stand farther. - Come, proceed.
Caliban.

Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain
Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log [him,
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember,
First to possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command: they all do hate him,
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books:
He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them).
Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal.
And that most deeply to consider is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
But only Sycoraz my dam, and she;

But she as far surpasseth Sycoraz,

As great'st does least.

Stephano.

Ariel.

Ay, on mine honour.

This will I tell my master.
Caliban.

Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure. |
Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
You taught me but while-ere?
Stephano.

At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any
reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings,
Flout 'em, and skout 'em; and skout 'em, and
flout 'em;
Thought is free.

Caliban