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 mine honor, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shaked you, sir, and cried: 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

Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have

done :

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

[aside. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

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 my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:

Sometime like apes, that moe 1 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 :-Lo! now! lo!

Enter TRINCulo.

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.

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 2 that would shed his liquor. 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 of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! 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

Make mouths. 2 A leathern flagon to hold beer.

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 out ten to see a dead Indian.

beggar, they will lay

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, 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; 1 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.

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea;

Here shall I die a-shore ;

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's

funeral:

Well, here's my comfort.

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 tang,
Would cry to a sailor, 'Go, hang:'

She loved not the savor of tar nor of pitch,

[drinks.

Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch :
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!

1 The coarse frock of a peasant.

[drinks.

Samke del

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Trinale. Stephano & Caliban.

Act Scene II.

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