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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 thunderstroke:-But art thou not drowned, Stephano ? I hope now,
thou art not drowned. Is the storm over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano ? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd !
Ste. Pr’ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
Cal. 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 did'st 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. Hear; swear then how thou escap'dst.
Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
Ste. Here, kiss the book : Though thou can't 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, mooncalf? 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 shewed me thee, thy dog, and 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 shew thee every fertile inch o' the island; And 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 puppyheaded 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 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,
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 clus’tring 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.—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;
Nor fetch in firing
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, liey
day, freedom ! Ste. O brave monster ! lead the way [Exeunt.
SCENE I.-Before PROSPERO's Cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful ; but their
labour 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 ’tis odious; but The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labours pleasures : O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed 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 base
ness Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget : But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours : Most busy.less, when I do it.
Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
Fer. O most dear mistress,
Mira. If you'll sit down,
Mira. It would become me
Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;
Mira. You look wearily.
Mira. Miranda :-O my father,
Fer. Admir'd Miranda