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Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a fp'rit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in flowly. I'll fall flat
Perchance, he will not mind me.


Trin. Here's neither bufh nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it fing i' th' wind: yond fame black cloud, yond huge one, (3) looks like a foul 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 pailfuls What have we here, a man or a fish; dead or alive? a fish; he fmells like a fifh a very ancient, and fih-like fmell. A kind of, not of the neweft, Poor John: a ftrange fith! 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 (4) man; any strange beast 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 loose my opinion, hold it no longer, this is no fifh, but an Islander that hath lately fuffer'd by a thunderbolt. Alas! the ftorm is come again. My best way is to creep under his gaberdine: there is no other fhelter hereabout; mifery acquaints a man with ftrange bed-fellows I will here fhrowd, 'till the dregs of the ftorm be past.

(3) Looks like a foul bumbard-] This Term again occurs in the first part of Henry IV.that woln Parcel of Dropfies, that buge Bumbard of Sackand again in Henry VIII. And here you lie baiting of Bumbards, when Ye should do Service. By thefe feveral Palages, 'tis plain the Word meant a large Veffel for holding Drink, as well as the Piece of Ordnance fo called. THEOBALD.

(4) That is, Make a Man's Fortune. So in Midfummer Night's Dream-we are all made men.

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Enter Stephano, finging.

Ste. I fball no more to fea, to fea, bere fhall I die a-fbore.

This is a very fcurvy tune to fing at a man's funeral well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. Sings. The mafter, the fwabber, the boatfwain and I, and his mate,



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

For fhe had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a failor, go hang:

She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch,

Yet a taylor might fcratch her, where-e'er he did itch. Then to fea, boys, and let her go hang.

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 Stephano breathes at his noftrils.

Cal. The fpirit torments me: oh!

Ste. This is fome monster of the Ifle 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 for any Emperor that ever trod on neats-lea


Cla. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home fafter.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wifeft he fhall tafte 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:
Now Profper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, Cat ; open your mouth this will shake 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 be but he is drown'd; and thefe are devils: O! defend


Ste. Four legs and two voices; a most delicate monster! 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. Stepbano,

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? mercy ! mercy this is a devil, and no monfter: I will leave him; I have no long fpoon.

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 deffer legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: how cam'st thou to be the fiege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculo's?

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-stroke: 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 scap'd!


Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about, my ftomach is not conftant.

Cal. These be fine things, an' if they be not sprights:

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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 a-fhore.

Cal. I'll fwear upon that bottle, to be thy true fubject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here fwear then, how efcap'dft thou?

Trin. Swom a-fhore, man, like a duck; I can fwim 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-fide, 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 feen 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. 30-01

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monfter; (5) I afraid of him? a very shallow monfter the man i'th' moon — a most poor credulous monster : well drawn, monfter,. in good footh.

Cal. I'll fhew thee every fertile inch o'th' Ifle, And (6) I will kifs thy foo: I pr'ythee be my god. Trin. By this light, a moft perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's afleep, he'll rob his bottle.

(5) I afraid of him? a very shallow monfter, &c.] It is to be obferved that Trinculo the fpeaker, is not charged with being afraid but it was his confciufnefs that he was fo that drew this brag from him. This is Nature. WARBURTON.

(6) Kifs thy foot.] A Sneer upon the Papifts for kiffing the Pope's pantofle,



Cal. I'll kifs thy foot. I'll fwear myself thy fubject. Ste. Come on then; down, and fwear.

Trin. I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster; a moft fcurvy monster! I could find my heart to beat him


Ste. Come, kifs.

Tri. -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 ticks, but follow thee,
Thou wond'rous man.

Trin. A moft ridiculous monfter, to make a won der 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 cluft'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee Young (7) Scamels from the rock. Wilt thou

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go with Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way without more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company being drown'd, we will inherit here. Here, bear my bottle; fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Cal. [Sings drunkenly] Farewell, mafler; farewell,

Trin. A howling monfter; a drunken monster.
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish,

Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
Nor fcrape trencher, nor wafb difb.
Ban', Ban', Cacalyban

Has a new mafter, get a new man.

(7) Scamels] This word has puzzled the Commentators: Dr. Warburton readsShameis, Mr. Theobald would read any thing rather than Scamels. Mr. Holt, who wrote Notes upon this play, obferves that limpets are in fome plaees called Scams, therefore I have fuffered Scamels to stand.

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