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Wherefore this ghastly looking ?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repost, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you ? It strook mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ?

Gon. Upon my honour, sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise,
That's verity: 'Tis best we stand upon our guard ;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further

search For my poor son,

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts !
For he is, sure, i' the island.
Alon. Lead away.

370 Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:

[ Aside. “ So king, go safely on to seek thy son," [Exeunt,



Another Part of the Island. Enter CALIBAN with a

Burden of Wood : A Noise of Thunder heard.

Cal. 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 fire-brand, in the dark Out of iny 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, wlrich 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, 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.

389 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 bumbard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did be


fore, I know not where to hide my head : yond' same cloud cannot chuse but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: hé 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 has lately suffer'd by a thunder-bolt. 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 bed: fellows: I will here shrowd, till the dregs of the storm be past.

414 Enter STEPHANO singing, a Bottle in his Hand. Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I dye a-shore,— 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,

420 Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,

But none of us card 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 taylor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch:

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
This is a scurvy tune too : But here's my comfort.

[Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me: Oh!

429 Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'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 shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me: Oh!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with ur legs; who has 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 neats-lçather,

Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee ; I'll bring my wood home fastor.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest: He shall taste 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 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 drown'd; and these are devils : 0! 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 inouth. Trin. Stephano,

470 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 be'st Stephano, touch me, and speak to me ; for I am Trinculo ;---be not afraid, -thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou be'st 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 :


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