Another Part of the Island. | |
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Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood. | |
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A noise of thunder heard. | |
| Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up | 4 |
| 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, | 8 |
| 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 | 12 |
| 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 | 16 |
| Do hiss me into madness.— | |
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Enter TRINCULO. | |
| Lo now! lo! | |
| Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me | 20 |
| For bringing wood in slowly: I’ll fall flat; | |
| Perchance he will not mind me. | |
| 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. | 24 |
Ste. | | |
| I shall no more to sea, to sea, |
| Here shall I die a-shore:— |
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| 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. |
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| This is a scurvy tune too: but here’s my comfort. [Drinks. | 28 |
| 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? 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. | |
| Cal. The spirit torments me: O! | 32 |
| Ste. 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. | |
| Cal. Do not torment me, prithee: 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 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. | 36 |
| 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. | |
| 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! | 40 |
| 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. | |
| 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? | |
| Trin. 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! | 44 |
| 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. | 48 |
| Ste. 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 overboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore. | |
| Cal. I’ll swear upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly. | |
| Ste. Here: swear then, how thou escapedst. | |
| Trin. Swam ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I’ll be sworn. | 52 |
| Ste. Here, kiss the book [gives TRINCULO drink]. 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 the seaside, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague? | |
| Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? | 56 |
| Ste. Out o’ the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was. | |
| Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; my mistress showed 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 afeard of him!—a very weak monster.—The man i’ the moon! a most poor credulous monster!—Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. | 60 |
| Cal. I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ the island; | |
| And I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, 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 myself thy subject. | 64 |
| Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. | |
| Trin. I shall laugh myself 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! | 68 |
| 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, | 72 |
| Thou wondrous man. | |
| Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard! | |
| Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; | |
| And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; | 76 |
| 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? | 80 |
| 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. | |
| Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. [Sings drunkenly. | |
| Trin. A howling monster, a drunken monster. | |
| Cal. No more dams I’ll make for fish; | 84 |
| Nor fetch in firing | |
| At requiring, | |
| Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; | |
| ’Ban, ’Ban, Ca—Caliban, | 88 |
| Has a new master—Get a new man. | |
| Freedom, high-day! high-day, freedom! freedom! high-day, freedom! | |
| Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt. | |
