But hee is dround; and theſe are diuels; O de-
fend me.
Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a moſt delicate
Monſter: his forward voyce now is to ſpeake well of
his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule ſpeeches,
and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer
him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will
poure ſome in thy other mouth.
Tri. Stephano.
Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy, mercy:
This is a diuell, and no Monſter: I will leaue him, I
haue no long Spoone.
Tri. Stephano: if thou beeſt Stephano, touch me, and
ſpeake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy
good friend Trinculo.
Ste. If thou bee'ſt Trinculo: come foorth: I'le pull
thee by the leſſer legges: if any be Trinculo's legges,
theſe are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how
cam'ſt thou to be the ſiege of this Moone-calfe? Can
he vent Trinculo's?
Tri. I tooke him to be kild with a thunder-ſtrok; but
art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art
not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee
vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of
the Storme: And art thou living Stephano? O Stephano,
two Neapolitanes ſcap'd?
Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my ſtomacke
is not conſtant.
Cal. Theſe be fine things, and if they be not ſprights:
that's a braue God, and beares Celeſtiall liquor: I will
kneele to him.
Ste. How did'ſt thou ſcape?
How cam'ft thou hither?
Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'ft hither: I eſcap'd
vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o’re-
boord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of
a Tree, with mine owne hands, fince I was caſt a’-
ſhore.
Cal. I'le ſweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true ſub-
iect, for the liquor is not earthly.
Ste. Heere: ſweare then how thou eſcap'dſt.
Tri. Swom aſhore (man) like a Ducke: I can ſwim
like a Ducke i'le be ſworne.
Ste. Here, kiſſe the Booke.
Though thou canſt ſwim like a Ducke, thou art made
like a Gooſe.
Tri. O Stephano, ha'ſt any more of this?
Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke
by th’ſea-ſide, where my Wine is hid:
How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague?
Cal. Ha'ſt thou not dropt from heauen?
Ste. Out o'th Moone doe aſſure thee. I was the
Man ith' Moone, when time was.
Cal. I haue ſeene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:
My Miſtris ſhew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Buſh.
Ste. Come, ſweare to that: kiſſe the Booke: I will
furniſh it anon with new Contents: Sweare.
Tri. By this good light, this is a very ſhallow Mon-
ſter: I afeard of him? a very weake Monſter:
The Man ith’ Moone?
A moſt poore creadulous Monſter:
Well drawne Monſter, in good ſooth.
Cal. Ile ſhew thee euery fertill ynch 'oth Iſland: and
I will kiſſe thy foote: I prethee be my god.
Tri. By this light, a moſt perfidious, and drunken
Monſter, when's god's a ſleepe he'll rob his Bottle.
Cal. Ile kiſſe thy foot. Ile ſweare my ſelfe thy Subiect.
Ste. Come on then: downe and ſweare.
Tri. I ſhall laugh my ſelfe to death at this puppi-hea-
ded Monſter: a moſt ſcuruie Monſter: I could finde in
my heart to beate him.
Ste. Come, kiſſe.
Tri. But that the poore Monſter's in drinke:
An abhominable Monſter.
Cal. I'le ſhew thee the beſt Springs: I’le plucke thee
Berries: I'le fiſh for thee; and get thee wood enough.
A plague vpon the Tyrant that I ſerue;
I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou
wondrous man.
Tri. A moſt rediculous Monſter,to make a wonder of
a poore drunkard.
Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;
and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts;
ſhow thee a Iayes neſt, and inſtruct thee how to ſnare
the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to cluſtring
Philbirts, and ſometimes I'le get thee young Scamels
from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?
Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more
talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company elſe
being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my
Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by a-
gaine.
Caliban Sings drunkenly.
Farewell Maſter; farewell, farewell.
Tri. A howling Monſter: a drunken Monſter.
Cal. No more dams I'le make for fiſh,
Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,
Nor ſcrape trenchering, nor waſh diſh,
Ban' ban' Cacalyban
Has a new Maſter, get a new Man.
Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome,freedome high-
day, freedome.
Ste. O braue Monſter; lead the way.Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.
Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)
Fer. There be ſome Sports are painfull;& their labor
Delight in them ſet off: Some kindes of baſeneſſe
Are nobly vndergon; and moſt poore matters
Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske
Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but
The Miſtris which I ſerue, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours, pleaſures: O She is
Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
And he's compos’d of harſhneſſe. I muſt remoue
Some thouſands of theſe Logs, and pile them vp,
Vpon a ſore iniunction; my ſweet Miftris
Weepes when ſhe ſees me worke, & ſaies, ſuch baſenes
Had neuer like Executor: I forget:
But theſe ſweet thoughts, doe euen refreſh my labours,
Moſt buſie leſt, when I doe it.Enter Miranda
Mir. Alas, now pray youand Proſpero.
Worke not ſo hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt vp thoſe Logs that you are enioynd to pile:
Pray ſet it downe, and reſt you: when this burnes
'T will weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father
Is hard at ſtudy; pray now reſt your ſelfe,
