Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I 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.

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Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. 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:

[Drinks.

Well, here's my comfort.
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, 49

The gunner and his mate,
Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate;

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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, Yetatailor might scratch her where-e'ershediditch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. 57 This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort. [Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: O!

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages and men of Ind? Hal I have not 'scaped 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's nostrils.

him: he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly. 84 Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.

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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 [gives CALIBAN drink]: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

Trin. I should know that voice: it should be-but he is drowned, and these are devils. O! defend me. 96

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 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.

Trin. Stephano!

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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 afeard-thy good friend Trinculo. 110 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 Trinculos? 115

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead mooncalf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano! two Neapolitans 'scaped!

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Ste. Prithee, do not turn me about: my stomach is not constant.

Cal. [Aside.] These be fine things an if they be not sprites.

That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him.

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

Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;

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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 clust'ring filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me? 185

Ste. I prithee 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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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 7
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove
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
baseness

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I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own: nor have I seen More that I may call men than you, good friend, And my dear father: how features are abroad, 52 I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,

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Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.
Fer.

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I am in my condition A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;I would not so!-and would no more endure This wooden slavery than to suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth. - 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; and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.
Mira.

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Do you love me?

Fer. O heaven! O earth! bear witness to this sound,

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And crown what I profess with kind event
If I speak true: if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.
Mira.

I am a fool

To weep at what I am glad of.

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The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!

And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
I am your wife, if you will marry me;

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever a man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

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Whether you will or no.

Fer.

My mistress, dearest;

Trin. 'Lord' quoth he!-that a monster

should be such a natural!

Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.

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Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,

Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou liest; thou canst not.

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Cal. What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!