THE TEMPEST 2.2

Another part of the island.

[Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of

thunder 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,

Fright me with urchin--shows, pitch me i' the mire, 5

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

And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which 10

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.

[Enter TRINCULO]

Lo, now, lo! 15

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

any weather at all, and another storm brewing; 20

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

where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot 25

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! Were I in England now, 30

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:

when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame 35

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,

but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a 40

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

strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the 45

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

funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Drinks]

[Sings]

The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, 50

The gunner and his mate

Loved 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! 55

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!

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

[Drinks] 60

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

four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as 65

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!

STEPHANO This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who 70

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

present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather. 75

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

fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will 80

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.

STEPHANO Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that 85

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.

TRINCULO I should know that voice: it should be--but he is 90

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

and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will 95

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

a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no 100

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.

STEPHANO If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee 105

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?

TRINCULO I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But 110

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

Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped! 115

STEPHANO Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

CALIBAN [Aside] These be fine things, an if they be

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! 180

CALIBAN No more dams I'll make for fish

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]


		[Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of
		thunder 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,
	Fright me with urchin--shows, pitch me i' the mire,	5
	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
	And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which	10
	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.
	[Enter TRINCULO]
	Lo, now, lo!	15
	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
	any weather at all, and another storm brewing;	20
	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
	where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot	25
	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! Were I in England now,	30
	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:
	when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame	35
	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,
	but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a	40
	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
	strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the	45
	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
	funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Drinks]
	[Sings]
	The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,	50
	The gunner and his mate
	Loved 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!	55
	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!
	This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.
	[Drinks]	60

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
	four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as	65
	ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground;
	and it shall be said so again while Stephano
	breathes at's nostrils.

STEPHANO	This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who	70
	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
	present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.	75

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
	fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will	80
	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.

STEPHANO	Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that	85
	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.

TRINCULO		I should know that voice: it should be--but he is	90
		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
	and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will	95
	recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I
	will pour some in thy other mouth.

STEPHANO	Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is
	a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no	100
	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.

STEPHANO	If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee	105
	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?

TRINCULO	I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But	110
	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
	Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!	115

CALIBAN	[Aside] These be fine things, an if they be
	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.

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.

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?

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.

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,--

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!