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. 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! 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 mooncalf? 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? Ste. Prythee, 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. 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 over-board, 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. 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 the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague? Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? 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. Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island; 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 myself thy subject. 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! Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous 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 marmozet: I'll bring thee To clustering filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells from the rock. 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 drowned, we will inherit here. [To CAL.] Here; bear my bottle.-Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. [Sings drunkenly. Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish ; Nor fetch in firing At requiring, Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish; Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom! hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-Before PROSPERO's Cell. Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their labour Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters 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 Had never like executor. I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Mira. Fer. My father O, most dear mistress! The sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do. Mira. If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that : I'll carry it to the pile. No, precious creature: Fer. I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Fer. No, noble mistress, 'tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night. I do beseech you,— Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,— Indeed, the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady Mira. I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty, Any companion in the world but you ; Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle Fer. 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 Hear my soul speak: The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Am I this patient log-man. Mira. Do you love me? Fer. O heaven! O earth! bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event, If I speak true; if hollowly, invert What best is boded me to mischief! I, Mira. To weep at what I'm glad of. I am a fool Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow Fer. And I thus humble ever. Mira. My mistress, dearest, My husband, then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in 't: and now farewell, Till half an hour hence. Fer. A thousand thousand! [Exeunt FER. and MIRA. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining. [Exit. |