That these, his friends, are in; and fends me forth, (For elfe his project dies,) to keep them living.

[Sings in GONZALO's ear.

While you here do fnoring lie,
Open-ey'd confpiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off lumber, and beware:.
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.

Gon. Now, good angels, preferve the king!

[They wake.

Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn?

Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon.

What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we ftood here fecuring your repofe, Even now, we heard a hollow burft of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It ftruck mine ear most terribly.

Alon.

I heard nothing. Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! fure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, fir, I heard a hum

ming,

And that a ftrange one too, which did awake me:
I fhak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd,
I faw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise,
That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make fur-
ther fearch

For my poor fon,

Gon. Heavens keep him from thefe beafts!

Lead away.

For he is, fure, i'the island.

Alon.

Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have

done:

So, king, go fafely on to seek thy fon.

SCENE II.

Another part of the island.

[Afide. [Exeunt.

Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.
A noife of thunder.

Cal. All the infections that the fun fucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make

him

By inch-meal a difeafe! His fpirits hear me,

And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin fhows, 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 fet upon me:

Sometime like apes, that moe 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; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hifs me into madnefs:-Lo! now! lo!

Enter TRINCULO.

Here comes a spirit 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 bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another ftorm brewing; I hear it fing i' the wind: yond' fame black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liqour. If it fhould thunder, as it 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 fifh; Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish? a very ancient and fish-like fmell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A ftrange 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 filver: there would this monfter make a man; any ftrange beaft 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 fish, but an islander, that hath lately fuffer'd by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the ftorm is come again: my beft way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other fhelter hereabout: Mifery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows: I will here fhroud, till the dregs of the ftorm be past.

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

Here fhall I die a-fhore;

This is a very fcurvy tune to fing at a man's funeral:

Well, here's

my comfort.

[Drinks.

The mafter, the f-wabber, the boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,

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

For he 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 tailor might fcratch her where-e'er she 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: O!

[Drinks.

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils

here?

Do you put tricks upon us with favages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'fcap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it fhall be faid fo again, whilit Stephano breathes at noftrils.

Cal. The fpirit torments me: O!

Ste. This is fome monfter of the ifle, with four legs; who hath 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 neat's-leather.

Cal. 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 shall taste of my bottle: if he have 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 shall 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 should be-VOL. I,

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AЯ II. But he is drown'd; and thefe are devils: O! defend me !

Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monfter! His forward voice now is to fpeak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter 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. Stephano,

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

Trin. Stephano!-if thou beeft Stephano, touch me, and fpeak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afeard,-thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beeft Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the leffer legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'ft thou to be the fiege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunderftroke:-But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown’d. Is the form

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 'fcap'd!

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

Cal. Thefe be fine things, an if they be not fprites.

That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Ste. How did't thou 'fcape? How cam't thou hither? fwear by this bottle, how thou cam'ft hither. I efcap'd upon a butt of fack, which the