1    All the infections that the sun sucks up
2    From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
3    By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me
4    And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
5    Fright me with urchin--shows, pitch me i' the mire,
6    Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
7    Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
8    For every trifle are they set upon me;
9    Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me
10   And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which
11   Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
12   Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
13   All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
14   Do hiss me into madness.
Enter TRINCULO
15   Lo, now, lo!
16   Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
17   For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;
18   Perchance he will not mind me.

19   Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
20   any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
21   I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black
22   cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul
23   bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
24   should thunder as it did before, I know not
25   where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
26   choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we
27   here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:
28   he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-
29   like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-
30   John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,
31   as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
32   not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
33   of silver: there would this monster make a
34   man; any strange beast there makes a man:
35   when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
36   beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
37   Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like
38   arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose
39   my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
40   but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
41   thunderbolt.
Thunder
42   Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to
43   creep under his gaberdine; there is no other
44   shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with
45   strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the
46   dregs of the storm be past.

47   I shall no more to sea, to sea,
48   Here shall I die ashore--
49   This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
Drinks
50   funeral: well, here's my comfort.
Sings
51   The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
52   The gunner and his mate
53   Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
54   But none of us cared for Kate;
55   For she had a tongue with a tang,
56   Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!
57   She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
58   Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:
59   Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
60   This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.

61   Do not torment me: Oh!

62   What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put
63   tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I
64   have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your
65   four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as
66   ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground;
67   and it shall be said so again while Stephano
68   breathes at's nostrils.

69   The spirit torments me; Oh!

70   This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who
71   hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil
72   should he learn our language? I will give him some
73   relief, if it be but for that. if I can recover him
74   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.

76   Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

77   He's in his fit now and does not talk after the
78   wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have
79   never drunk wine afore will go near to remove his
80   fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will
81   not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that
82   hath him, and that soundly.

83   Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I
84   know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.

85   Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that
86   which will give language to you, cat: open your
87   mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you,
88   and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend:
89   open your chaps again.

90   I should know that voice: it should be--but he is
91   drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!

92   Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster!
93   His forward voice now is to speak well of his
94   friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches
95   and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will
96   recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I
97   will pour some in thy other mouth.

98   Stephano!

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

102  Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and
103  speak to me: for I am Trinculo--be not afeard--thy
104  good friend Trinculo.

105  If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee
106  by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs,
107  these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How
108  camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can
109  he vent Trinculos?

110  I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But
111  art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art
112  not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me
113  under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of
114  the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O
115  Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!

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

Aside
117   These be fine things, an if they be
118  not sprites.
119  That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
120  I will kneel to him.

121  How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?
122  swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I
123  escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors
124  heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of
125  the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was
126  cast ashore.

127  I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;
128  for the liquor is not earthly.

129  Here; swear then how thou escapedst.

130  Swum ashore. man, like a duck: I can swim like a
131  duck, I'll be sworn.

132  Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a
133  duck, thou art made like a goose.

134  O Stephano. hast any more of this?

135  The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the
136  sea-side where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf!
137  how does thine ague?

138  Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?

139  Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i'
140  the moon when time was.

141  I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee:
142  My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.

143  Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish
144  it anon with new contents swear.

145  By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!
146  I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i'
147  the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well
148  drawn, monster, in good sooth!

149  I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;
150  And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.

151  By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
152  monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

153  I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.

154  Come on then; down, and swear.

155  I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed
156  monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my
157  heart to beat him,--

158  Come, kiss.

159  But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!

160  I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;
161  I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
162  A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
163  I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
164  Thou wondrous man.

165  A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a
166  Poor drunkard!

167  I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
168  And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts;
169  Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how
170  To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
171  To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
172  Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?

173  I prithee now, lead the way without any more
174  talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company
175  else being drowned, we will inherit here: here;
176  bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by
177  and by again.

Sings drunkenly
178  Farewell master; farewell, farewell!

179  A howling monster: a drunken monster!

180  No more dams I'll make for fish
181  Nor fetch in firing
182  At requiring;
183  Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish
184  'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
185  Has a new master: get a new man.
186  Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
187  hey-day, freedom!

188  O brave monster! Lead the way.