Enter CALIBAN with a burden of
wood. A noise of
|CALIBAN||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 nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin--shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me;
Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me
And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.
|Lo, now, lo!|
|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.
|TRINCULO||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 lazy out ten to see a dead
Indian. Legged 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
|Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to
creep under his gaberdine; there is no other
shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with
strange bed-fellows. 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 sea, to sea,
Here shall I die ashore--
|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
Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
But none of us cared for Kate;
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!
She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
|This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.
|CALIBAN||Do not torment me: Oh!|
|STEPHANO||What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put
tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? 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.
|CALIBAN||The spirit torments me; Oh!|
|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, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.|
|STEPHANO||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 afore 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.
|CALIBAN||Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I
know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.
|STEPHANO||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.
|TRINCULO||I should know that voice: it should be--but he is
drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!
|STEPHANO||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.
|STEPHANO||Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is
a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no
|TRINCULO||Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and
speak to me: for I am Trinculo--be not afeard--thy
good friend Trinculo.
|STEPHANO||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
camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can
he vent Trinculos?
|TRINCULO||I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But
art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art
not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me
under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of
the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O
Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!
|STEPHANO||Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.|
|CALIBAN||[Aside] These be fine things, an if they be
That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
I will kneel to him.
|STEPHANO||How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?
swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I
escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors
heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of
the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was
|CALIBAN||I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;
for the liquor is not earthly.
|STEPHANO||Here; swear then how thou escapedst.|
|TRINCULO||Swum ashore. man, like a duck: I can swim like a
duck, I'll be sworn.
|STEPHANO||Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a
duck, thou art made like a goose.
|TRINCULO||O Stephano. hast any more of this?|
|STEPHANO||The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the
sea-side where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf!
how does thine ague?
|CALIBAN||Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?|
|STEPHANO||Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i'
the moon when time was.
|CALIBAN||I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee:
My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
|STEPHANO||Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish
it anon with new contents swear.
|TRINCULO||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' th' island;
And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
|TRINCULO||By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
|CALIBAN||I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.|
|STEPHANO||Come on then; down, and swear.|
|TRINCULO||I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed
monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my
heart to beat him,--
|TRINCULO||But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!|
|CALIBAN||I'll show 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 wondrous man.
|TRINCULO||A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a
|CALIBAN||I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts;
Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
|STEPHANO||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.
Farewell master; farewell, farewell!
|TRINCULO||A howling monster: a drunken monster!|
|CALIBAN||No more dams I'll make for fish
Nor fetch in firing
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish
'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
Has a new master: get a new man.
|Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
|STEPHANO||O brave monster! Lead the way.|
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