He said our meeting would destructive be;
Yet I no death, but in our parting, see.

[Exit DOR. R. and HIP. c.

SCENE V.—A naked part of the Island.—Thunder, Wind, Rain.

Enter CALIBAN, L. bearing a burden of wood.

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease! [Throws off his load,

His spirits hear me,

And yet I needs must curse. But they'll not pinch;
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i'the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle they are set upon me;

Sometimes like apes, that mow 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; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness.

Trin. [Without, L.] 0, 0, 0!

Cal. Lo, now, lo!

[Wind and rain.

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.

Enter TRINCULO, L.

[Lies down in c.

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: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here?— a man or a fish ?-dead or alive?-A fish! he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind ofnot the newest, poor John. A strange fish! 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 suffered by a thunderbolt.-[Wind and Rain.]-Alas, the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaber

dine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows: I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.

[Lies down behind CALIBAN.

Enter STEPHANO, L. with a keg under his arm.

Step. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die ashore.

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,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us cared for Kate:

For she had a tongue with a twang,
Would cry to a sailor, " go hang;'

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.

This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my comfort.

Cal. Do not torment me:-O!

[Drinks.

Step. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! Ha!-I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, as proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground; and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

-0!

Cal. This spirit torments me :

Step. [Walking round CALIBAN.] This is some monster of the isle, 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 present for any Emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee;

I'll bring my wood home faster: 0, 0, 0!

Step. He's in his fit now, and does not talk after the wisest: he shall taste of my bottle: if he have 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.

Step. 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 :-O, defend me !

Step. 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 mouth. [Goes round to L. Trin. Stephano!

Step. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster.

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

Step. If thou be'st Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: how cam'st thou to be the siege of this mooncalf? Can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took thee to be killed with a thunder-stroke. And art thou living, Stephano? O, Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd! [Runs and embraces him. Step. 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.

Step. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? Swear by this bottle how cam'st thou hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved overboard; how escaped'st thou ?

Trin. Swam ashore, man, like a duck. O, Stephano, hast any more of this?

Step. 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 dropp'd from heaven?

Step, 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 shew'd me thee, thy dog, and bush.

Step. 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.

Step. Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o'the island;And I'll 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 show 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,
Thou wond'rous man!

Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.—Ah, me!

Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I, with my long nails, will dig thee pig-nuts; Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells from the rock :-wilt thou go with me? Steph. pr'ythee, now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company being drowned, we will inherit here.-Here; bear my bottle-[Gives the keg to CALIBAN, who drinks it empty]-and lead the way, monster. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and bye again. Cal. [Sings drunkenly.]

No more dams I'll make for fish ;
Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

Nor scrape trench'ring, nor wash dish;

'Ban, 'ban, Ca-Caliban

Has a new master-get a new man. [Turning his head scornfully towards the cell of PROSPERO.- Exeunt, L.

SCENE VI.-A wild and beautiful part of the
Island, on the Sea-shore.

Enter ARIEL, and other Spirits, R. U. E.
SONG. ARiel.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:

Enter three Sea-Nymphs, dancing.

Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

CHORUS.-SPIRITS.

Hark! hark!

The watch-dogs bark:
Hark! hark! I hear

The strain of chanticleer.

Enter FERDINAND, R. U. E.-ARIEL and the other Spirits are invisible to him.

Fer. Where should this music be? I'the air, or the earth?

It sounds no more; and sure, it waits upon
Some god o'the island. Sitting upon a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion,
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather :-but 'tis gone.-
No, it begins again.

Full fathom five thy father lies

Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that does fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.

CHORUS.-SPIRITS.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell;

[Music.

Hark! now I hear them-ding-dong, bell.

Fer. This ditty does remember my drown'd father: This is no mortal business, nor no sound

That the earth owes.

[ARIEL waves FERDINAND after him.

CHORUS.-SPIRITS.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell ;

Hark! now I hear them-ding-dong, bell. [Exeunt, FER. L. following ARIEL and Spirits.

END OF ACT II.