While you here do snoaring lie, Open-ey"d Conspiracie His time doth take: If of Life you keepe a care, Shake off slumber and beware.

Awake, awake

Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine

Gon. Now, good Angels preserue the King

Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?



Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Gon. What"s the matter?

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, (Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did"t not wake you?

It strooke mine eare most terribly

Alo. I heard nothing

Ant. O, "twas a din to fright a Monsters eare; To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare Of a whole heard of Lyons

Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?

Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming, (And that a strange one too) which did awake me: I shak"d you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend, I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse, That"s verily: "tis best we stand vpon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let"s draw our weapons

Alo. Lead off this ground & let"s make further search For my poore sonne

Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts: For he is sure i"th Island

Alo. Lead away

Ariell. Prospero my Lord, shall know what I haue done.

So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son.

Exeunt.

Scoena Secunda.

Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noyse of thunder heard.)

Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By 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 darke Out of my way, vnlesse he bid "em; but For euery trifle, are they set vpon me, Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me, And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount Their p.r.i.c.ks at my foot-fall: sometime am I All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo,

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me For 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 foule b.u.mbard that would shed his licquor: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailefuls. 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 the newest poore-Iohn: 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 ash.o.r.e.

This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans Funerall: well, here"s my comfort.

Drinkes.

Sings.

The Master, the Swabber, the Boate-swaine & I; The Gunner, and his Mate Lou"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 sauour 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: But here"s my comfort.

Drinks.

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 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 forth: 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 kil"d 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 liuing 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 G.o.d, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will kneele to him

Ste. How did"st thou scape?

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