The Tempest

The Tempest

ACT II SCENE II	Another part of the island.
	Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise ofthunder heard
CALIBAN	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,	5
	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 'em; but
	For every trifle are they set upon me;
	Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me	10
	And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which
	Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
	Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
	All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
	Do hiss me into madness.	15
	Enter TRINCULO
	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.
TRINCULO	Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off	20
	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
	bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
	should thunder as it did before, I know not	25
	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 of not of the newest Poor-	30
	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:	35
	when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
	beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
	Indian. Legged 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,	40
	but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
	thunderbolt.
	Thunder
	Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to
	creep under his gaberdine; there is no other
	shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with	45
	strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the
	dregs of the storm be past.
	Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand
STEPHANO	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	50
	funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Drinks]
	Sings
	The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
	The gunner and his mate
	Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
	But none of us cared for Kate;	55
	For she had a tongue with a tang,
	Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!
	She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
	Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:
	Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!	60
	This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.
	Drinks
CALIBAN	Do not torment me: Oh!
STEPHANO	What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put
	tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I
	have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your	65
	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's nostrils.
CALIBAN	The spirit torments me; Oh!	70
STEPHANO	This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who
	hath 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	75
	present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.
CALIBAN	Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.
STEPHANO	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 will go near to remove his	80
	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.
CALIBAN	Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I
	know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.	85
STEPHANO	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.	90
TRINCULO	I should know that voice: it should be--but he is
	drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!
STEPHANO	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	95
	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.
TRINCULO	Stephano!
STEPHANO	Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is	100
	a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no
	long spoon.
TRINCULO	Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and
	speak to me: for I am Trinculo--be not afeard--thy
	good friend Trinculo.	105
STEPHANO	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
	camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can
	he vent Trinculos?	110
TRINCULO	I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But
	art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art
	not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me
	under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of
	the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O	115
	Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!
STEPHANO	Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
CALIBAN	Aside
	not sprites.
	That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
	I will kneel to him.	120
STEPHANO	How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?
	swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I
	escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors
	heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of
	the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was	125
	cast ashore.
CALIBAN	I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;
	for the liquor is not earthly.
STEPHANO	Here; swear then how thou escapedst.
TRINCULO	Swum ashore. man, like a duck: I can swim like a	130
	duck, I'll be sworn.
STEPHANO	Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a
	duck, thou art made like a goose.
TRINCULO	O Stephano. hast any more of this?
STEPHANO	The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the	135
	sea-side where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf!
	how does thine ague?
CALIBAN	Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?
STEPHANO	Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i'
	the moon when time was.	140
CALIBAN	I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee:
	My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
STEPHANO	Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish
	it anon with new contents swear.
TRINCULO	By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!	145
	I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i'
	the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well
	drawn, monster, in good sooth!
CALIBAN	I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;
	And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.	150
TRINCULO	By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
	monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
CALIBAN	I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.
STEPHANO	Come on then; down, and swear.
TRINCULO	I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed	155
	monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my
	heart to beat him,--
STEPHANO	Come, kiss.
TRINCULO	But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!
CALIBAN	I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;	160
	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 wondrous man.
TRINCULO	A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a	165
	Poor drunkard!
CALIBAN	I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
	And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts;
	Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how
	To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee	170
	To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
	Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
STEPHANO	I prithee now, lead the way without any more
	talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company
	else being drowned, we will inherit here: here;	175
	bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by
	and by again.
CALIBAN	Sings drunkenly
	Farewell master; farewell, farewell!
TRINCULO	A howling monster: a drunken monster!
CALIBAN	No more dams I'll make for fish	180
	Nor fetch in firing
	At requiring;
	Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish
	'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
	Has a new master: get a new man.	185
	Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
	hey-day, freedom!
STEPHANO	O brave monster! Lead the way.
	Exeunt