(For else his project dies) to keep them living.

[Sings in GONZALO's ear.

While you here do fnoring lie,
Open-ey'd confpiracy,

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off lumber, and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.

Gon. Now, good angels preserve the king!

[They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you

drawn?

Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. While we ftood here fecuring your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burft of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions: did it not wake you? It ftrook mine ear moft terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
To make an earthquake! fure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ?

Gon. Upon my honour, fir, I heard a humming,. And that a ftrange one too, which did awake me : I fhak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I faw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise, That's verity: 'Tis beft we ftand upon our guard ; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alo. Lead off this ground; and let's make further fearch For my poor fon.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beafts! For he is, fure, i' the island.

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profpero, my lord, fhall know what I have

done.

So, king, go fafely on to feek thy fon..

[Afide. [Exeunt

SCENE II.

Another Part of the Island. Enter CALIBAN with a Burden of Wood. A Noife of Thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the fun fucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His fpirits hear me,
And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin fhows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, i' the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em ; but
For every trifle they are set upon me :

Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hifs me into madness :-Lo, now! lo!

Enter TRINCULO.

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

Trin. Here's neither bush nor fhrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another ftorm brewing: I hear it fing i' the wind; yond' fame black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' fame cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he fmells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like fmell; a kind of, not of the neweft, PoorJohn. A ftrange fish! were I in England now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted, not an holiday-fool there but would give a piece of filver: there would this monfter make a man; any ftrange beaft there makes a man when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to fee 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 fifh; but an iflander, that hath lately fuffered by a thunder-bolt. Alas! the ftorm is come again: my best way is to creep under his garberdine; there is no other

fhelter hereabout: Mifery acquaints a man with ftrange bed-fellows I will here throud, till the dregs of the ftorm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, finging; a Bottle in his Hand. Ste. I fhall no more to fea, to fea,

Here fhall I die a-fhore ;

This is a very fcurvy tune to fing at a man's funeral : Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks The mafter, the favabber, the boatfwain and I, The gunner and his mate,

Lov'd Moll, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate.

For he had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a failor, Go hang !

She lo-v'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch,

Yet a tailor might fcratch her where'er he did itch: Then to fea, boys, and let her go hang.

This is a scurvy tune, too: But here's my comfort. [Drinks.

oh!

Cal. Do not torment me: Ste. What's the matter: Have we devils here! Do you put tricks upon us with favages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'fcap'd drowning, to be afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went upon four legs cannot make him give ground and it fhall be faid fo again, while Stephano breathes at noftrils.

Cal. The fpirit torments me: oh!

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Ste. This is fome monster of the ifle, with four legs; Who has got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil fhould he learn our language? I will give him fome re lief, if it be but for that. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a prefent for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythce; I'll bring my wood home fafter.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wifeft: He fhall tafte of my bottle; if he 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 fhall pay for him that hath him, and that foundly.

Cal. Thou doft 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 foundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

Trin. I fhould know that voice: It should be-But he is drown'd; and these are devils: O! defend me !— Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a moft delicate monfter! 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 fome in thy other mouth.

Trin. Stephano !

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! merey! This is a devil and no monfter: I will leave him ; I have no long spoon.

Trin. Stephano !-if thou beeft Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afeard, -thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beeft Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the leffer legs; if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'ft thou to be the fiege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke: -But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown'd. Is the ftorm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's garberdine, for fear of the ftorm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'fcap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about: my ftomach is not conftant.

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

Ste. How did't thou 'scape? How cam'ft thou hither? fwear, by this bottle, how thou cam'f hither. I efcap'd upon a butt of fack, which the failors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, fince I was caft afhore.

Cal. I'll fwear upon that bottle, to be thy true fubject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here: fwear then, how efcap'd'ft thou?

Trin. Swom afhore, man, like a duck; I can fwim like a duck, I'll be fworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book:

Though thou canst swim

like a duck, thou art made like a goofe.

Trin. O Stephano, haft any more of this?

Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the fea-fide, where my wine is hid. How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven ?

Ste. Out o' the moon, I do affure thee; I was the man in the moon, when time was.

Cal. I have feen thee in her, and I do adore thee: my miftrefs fhew'd me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush.

Ste. Come, fwear to that; kifs the book: I will furnifh it anon with new contents: fwear.

Trin. By this good light this is a very fhallow monfter I afraid of him?-a very weak monster :-The man i' the moon?-a moft poor, credulous monster :Well drawn, monster, in good footh.

Cal. I'll fhew thee every fertile inch o'the isle ; And I will kifs thy foot; I pr'ythee, be my god.

Trin. By this light, a moft perfidious and drunken monster: when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kifs thy foot! I'll fwear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on then down, and fwear.

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, kifs.

Trin. -But that the poor monster's in drink ;

An abominable monfter!

Cal. I'll fhew 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 1 ferve!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,

Thou wond'rous man.

Trin. A moft ridiculous monfter; 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 ;