Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me, Enter Trinculo. Here comes a fp'rit of his, and to torment me Trin. Here's neither brush nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all, and another form brewing; I hear it fing i' th' wind: yond fome black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a fould bumbard that would fhed his liquor. If it fhould thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond fame cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfulls-What have we here, a man or a fish; dad or alive; a fifh; he fmells like a fish: a very ancient and fifh-like fmell. A kind of, not of the newest, Poor John: a strange fifh! 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 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 loofe my opinion, hold it no longer, this is no fifh, but an islander that hath lately fuffer'd by a thunder-bolt. 4 Alas! the storm is come again. My bet way is to creep under his gaberdine: there is no other fhelter hereabout; mifery acquaints a man with ftrange bedfellows I will here fhroud, 'till the dregs of the ftorm be paft. Enter Stephano, firging. Ste. I shall no more to fea, to fea, here fhall I die a facre. This is a very fcurvy tune to fing at a man's funeral; Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian and Margery, For fhe bad a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a failor, go bang : She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch, This is a fcurvy tune too; but here's my comfort. Cal. Do not torment me, oh! Ste. What's the matter? have we devils here? do you put tricks upon's 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 faid, As proper a man, as ever went upon four legs, cannot make him give ground; and it fhall be faid fo again, while Stephane breathes at his noftrils. Cal. The fpirit torments me: oh! Ste. This is fome monfler of the Ile 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 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 prefent prefent for any. Emperor that ever trod on neats-lea ther. Cal. Do not torment me, pr'y:hee; I'll bring my wood home faster. Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wifeft: he fhall 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 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: Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, Cat; open your mouth this will fhake your fhaking, 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 fhould bebut 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 fpeak well of his friend; his backward voice is to fpatter foul fpeeches, 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. Steph.no, Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? mercy! mercy! 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 afraid, 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'st thou thou to the fiege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculo's? Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-ftroke: but art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown'd: is the ftorm over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon calf's gaberdine, for fear of the ftorm and art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'cap'd! Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about, my ftomach is not conftant. Cal. Thefe be fine things, and if they be not sprights: That's a brave god, and bears celeftial liquor: I will kneel to him. Ste. How didft thou fcape? how cam'ft thou hither? fwear, by this bottle, how thou cam'ft 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'dst thou? Trin. Swam a shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be fworn. Ste. Here, kifs the book. Though thou canst fwim 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 th' fea-fidé, where my wine is hid. How now, moon calf, how does thine ague? Cal. Haft thou not dropt from Heav'n? Ste. Out o'th' moon, I do affure thee. I was the man in th' moon, when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her? and I do adore thee: my mistress fhew'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bufh. Ste. Come, fwear to that; kifs the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: fwear. Trin. Trin. By this good light, this is a very fhallow monfter; I afraid of him? a very fhallow monfter: the man i'th' moona moft poor credulous monfter: well drawn, monter, in good footh. Cal. I'll fhew thee every fertile inch o'th' Isle, And I will kifs thy foot: I pr'ythee be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's a fleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kifs thy foot. I'll fwear myfelf thy fub [ject. Ste. Come on then; down, and fwear. Trin. I fhall laugh myfelf to death at this puppyheaded monster; a moft fcurvy 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 fhew thee the beft fprings: I'll pluck thee berries, I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve! I'll bear him no more fticks, but follow thee, Trin. A moft 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 neft, and inftruct thee how To fnare the nimble marmazet; I'll bring thee To clufl'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee ture. WARBURTON. 5 I afraid of him a very this brag from him. This is NaShallow monster, &c.] It is to be obferved that Trinculo the fpeaker is not charged with being afraid but it was his co fcioufnefs that he was fo that drew 6 Kifs thy foot] A Sneer upon the Papifts for killing the Pope's pantofle. GRAY. Young |