Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tempest/Act 2 Scene 2
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood {a noyse ofThunderbeard.)
Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vpFrom Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make himBy ynch-meale a disease: his Spirits heare me,And yet I needes must curse. But they'll nor pinch,Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darkeOut of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em; butFor euery trifle, are they set vpon me,Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, whichLye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mountTheir pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am IAll wound with Adders, who with clouen tonguesDoe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo, Enter Trinculo.Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment meFor bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat,Perchance he will not minde me.
Tri. Here's neither bush, nor shrub to beare off any weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it sing ith' winde; yond same blacke cloud, yond huge one, lookes like a soule bumbard 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 choose but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here, a man, or a fish? dead or aliue? a fish, hee smels like a fish: a very ancient and fish-like smell: a kinde of, not of thenewest poore-John: a strange fish: were I in England now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer: there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange beast there, makes a man: when they will not giue a doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like Armes: warme o'my troth: I doe now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Islander, that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas, the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vnder his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellowes: I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme be past.
Enter Stephano singing.
Ste.I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore. This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mansDrinkes.Funerall: well, here's my comfort.Sings. The Master, the Swabber, the Boate-swaine & I;The Gunner, and his MateLou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian and Margerie,But none of vs car'd for Kate.For she had a tongue with a tang,Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:She lou'd not the savour of Tar nor of Pitch,Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.This is a scuruy tune too:drinks.But here's my comfort.
Cal.Doe not torment me: oh.
Ste.What's the matter?Haue we diuels here?Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of Inde? ha? I haue not scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your foure legges: for it hath bin said; as proper a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him giue ground; and it shall be said so againe, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.
Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh.
Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle, with foure legs; who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell should he learne our language? I will giue him some reliefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Present for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-leather.
Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my wood home faster.
Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the wisest; hee shall taste of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take too much for him; hee shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.
Cal. Thou do'st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes vpon thee.
Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here is that which will giue 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 againe.
Tri. I should know that voyce:It should be, But hee is dround; and these are diuels;O defend me.
Ste.Foure legges and two voyces; a most delicateMonster: his forward voyce now is to speake well ofhis friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule speeches,and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouerhim, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I willpoure 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, Ihaue no long Spoone.
Tri.Stephano: if thou beest Stephano, touch me, andspeake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thygood friend Trinculo.
Ste.If thou bee'st Trinculo: come foorth: I'le pullthee by the lesser legges: if any be Trinculo's legges,these are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: howcam'st thou to be the siege of this Moone-calfe? Canhe vent Trinculo's?
Tri.I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-strok; butart thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou artnot dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne: I hid meevnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare ofthe Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano,two Neapolitanes scap'd?
Ste.'Prethee doe not turne me about, my stomackeis not constant.
Cal.These be fine things, and if they be not sprights:that's a braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor: I willkneele to him.
Ste.How did'st thou scape?How cam'st thou hither?Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'dvpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o'reboord,by this Bottle which I made of the barke ofa Tree, with mine owne hands, since I was cast a'shore.
Cal.I'le sweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true subiect,for the liquor is not earthly.
St.Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dst.
Tri.Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swimlike a Ducke i'le be sworne.
Ste.Here, kisse the Booke.Though thou canst swim like a Ducke, thou art madelike a Goose.
Tri.O Stephano, ha'st any more of this?
Ste.The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rockeby 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 I doe assure thee. I was theMan 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 willfurnish it anon with new Contents: Sweare.
Tri.By this good light, this is a very shallow Monster: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: andI will kisse thy foote: I prethee be my god.
Tri.By this light, a most perfidious, and drunkenMonster, when's god's a sleepe he'll rob his Bottle.
Cal.Ile kisse thy foot. Ile sweare myselfe thy Subiect.
Ste.Come on then: downe and sweare.
Tri.I shall laugh my selfe to death at this puppi-headed 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 theeBerries: 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, thouwondrous man.
Tri.A most rediculous Monster, to make a wonder ofa 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 snarethe nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to clustringPhilbirts, and sometimes I'le get thee young Scamelsfrom the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?
Ste.I' prethee now lead the way without any moretalking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company elsebeing dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare myBottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by againe.
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 scraps trenchering, nor wash dish,Ban' ban' CacalybanHas a new Master, get a new Man.
Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome, freedome high-day, freedome.
Ste.Exeunt.O braue Monster; lead the way.