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Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
any weather at all, and another storm brewing ; I hear it sing i' th’ wind : yond some black cloud, yond huge one, 3 looks like a fould bumbard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hi'e my head : yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfulls----What have ve here, a man or a filh; d ad or alive; a filh; he smells like a filh: a very ancient and filh-like imell. 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 filh painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monfter 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 cut ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd liie a man! and his fins like arms! warm, o'my troch! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer, this is no filh, but an isander that hath lately luffer'd by a thunder-bolt.
2 Wound | Enwrapped by ad- Ye should do Service. By these ders wound or i wified about me. several l'aflages, 'tis plain the ? Looks like a foxil bumbard ]
Word meant a large Vesel for This Term acan occurs in the holding Drink, as well as the
that first park of Henry IV.
Piece of Crunance so called.
THEOBALD. Jwoln Parcel of Dropsies, that buge Bumbard of Sack and 4 That is, Make a Man's Foragain in Henry VIII. And here tune. So in Midsummer Night's You lie baiting of Bumbards, when Dream- --we are all made men
Alas! the storm is come again. My be it way is to creep under his gaberdine: there is no other shelter hereabout; misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows : I will here shroud, 'till the dregs of the storm
Enter Stephano, Singing,
Ste. I mall no more to sea, to sea, here mall I die
a fiocre. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral ; well, here's my comfort.
[Drinks. Sings. The master, the fwabber, the boatswain and I,
The gunner, and his mate,
But none of us car'd for Kate ;
For je bed a torgue wilh a lang,
Would cry to a sailor, go bang : She lov'd not the favour of iar nor of pitch, Yel a taylır might scratch her, wberi-e'er she did itch.
Then to sea, brys, and let her go hang.
This is a scurvy tune too; bu: here's my comfort. .
[Drinks, Cal. Do not torment me, oh!
Ste. What's the matier? have we devils here? do you put tricks upon's with savages, and men of Inde ? ha? I have not scap'd drowning to be afraid now of your four legs; for it hah 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 Stephane breathes at his ncítrils.
Cal. The fpirit torments me : oh!
Ste. This is some moniter of the Ine with four 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
prese.it for any. Emperor that ever trod on neats-leather, · Cal. Do not torment me, pr’yi hee; I'll bring my wood home faícer.
Sie. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wiselt: 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 came, I will not take too much for him : he shall pay for him, that hath him, and that soundly. · Cal. Thou dust me yet but little hurt; Thou wilt anon, I know it, by thy trembling : Now Proper works upon thee.
Str. 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 deyils : O! defend
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 sparter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bortle will recover him, I will help his ague : come : Amen! I will pour fome in thy other mouth.
Ste. Doch chy other mouth cill me? mercy! mercy! this is a devil, and no moniter: 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 afraid, thy good friend Trinculo.
Ste. If chou beelt Trinculo, come forth, I'll pull thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculi's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed : how cam'ft
thou to the siege of this moon-calf ? can he vent Trinculo's ?
Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-troke: but art thou not drown’d, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown'd: is the storm over-blown ? I hid me under the dead moon caif's gaberdine, for fear of the sturm : and art thou living, Stephano ? O Stephano, two Neupolitans 'scap'd !
Ste. Pr’ythee, do not turn me about, my stomach is not conftant.
Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not sprights: 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 bocele, how thou cam'ft hither : I escap'd upon a butt of fack, which the sailors heav'd over board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.
Col. l'll fwear upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.
Sle. Here : swear then, how cfcap'dst thou ?
Trin. Swam a shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
Sle. Here, kiss the book. Though thou canit swim like a duck, thou art made like a goole.
Trin. O Stephano, hait any more of this ?
Ste. The whole, butt man; my cellar is in a rock by th' fea-fidé, where my wine is hid. moon calf, how does thine ague ?
Cal. Haft thou not dropt from Heav'n?
Ste. Out o'th' moon, I do assure chee. I was the man in th' moon, when time was.
Cal. I have seen thee in her ? and I do adore thee: my mistress shew'd 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 mon. ster;
s I afraid of him ? a very shallow monfter: the man i'ch' moon a most poor credulous monster : well drawn, moniler, in good footh.
Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'ch' me, 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 a sleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot. I'll swear myself thy sub
[ject. 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
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 marmazet; I'll bring thee To clull’ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee
s I afraid of him? á very this brag from him. This is Najhallow monster, &c.] It is to be
WARBURTON observed that Trincula the speaker is not charged with being a Kif thy foot ] A Sneer upon fraid: but it was his co sciouro the Papists for killing the Pope's nels that he was so that drew partofie.