Pro. [Without.] Miranda, child,―
Mir. Come, sister, come with me.

[Exit MIRANDA. Dor. Though I die for't, I must have t'other peep. Hip. [Turns, and sees her.] What thing is that? Sure 'tis some favourite infant of the sun.

My sight is dazzled.—I'll go nearer to it.—
May it not be that beauteous murderer, woman,
Whom I was charg'd to shun? Speak, speak,-what
art thou,

Shining vision?

Dor, Alas, I know not; but, I'm told, I am A woman.-Do not hurt me, 'pray, fair thing. Hip. Won't you hurt me, fair thing? for, I was told,

A woman was my enemy.

Dor. I never knew

What 'twas to be an enemy; nor can

I e'er prove so to that, which looks like you:
Although I fear you are a man, that lion,

That dangerous thing, of which I have been warn'd. 'Pray, tell me what you are.

Hip. In truth, I was inform'd I am a man; But, if I fright you, I shall wish I were

Some other creature.

Dor. No, you do not fright me.

Pro. [Without.] Dorinda!

Dor. My father calls again. Ah! I must leave

you.

Hip. Alas, I'm subject to the same command. Dor. This is my first offence against my father,, Which severing us too cruelly does punish.

Hip. And this is my first trespass too; but he
Hath more offended truth than we have him:
He said, our meeting would destructive be;
Yet I no death but in our parting see.

[Exeunt.

Enter CALIBAN, bearing a Bundle of Wood.

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inchmeal a disease! [Throws off his Load.

His spirits hear me,

And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i'the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle they are set upon me;

Sometime like apes, that mow 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; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness.
[Wind and Rain.

Trinculo. [Without.] 0, 0, 0,

Cal. Lo, now! lo!

Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.

Enter TRINCULO.

[Lies down.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i'the wind: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond'

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same cloud cannot chuse but fall by pailfuls,-What have we here? a man or a fish ?-Dead or alive?— A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient, and fishlike smell; a kind of, not the, newest, poor John.— A strange fish! 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 has lately suffered by a thunderbolt.— [Wind and Rain.]—Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows: I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.

[Lies down behind CALIBAN.

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a Keg in his Hand.

Step. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die ashore ;

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral :

-Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks,

The master, the swabber, 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 she had a tongue with a twang,
Would cry to a sailor, "Go hang:"
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.

This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.
[Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: 0! Step. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde?-Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said,

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as propera man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

Cal. This spirit torments me: O!—

Step. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who has got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some 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 present for any emperor that ever trod on neat'sleather.

Cal. Do not torment me, 'pr'ythee;

I'll bring my wood home faster.―0, 0, 0 !—

Step. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest 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 soundly.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Anon, I know it by thy trembling:

Now Prosper works upon thee.

Step. [Raising CALIBAN.] Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give lan guage to you, cat; open your mouth :-[Makes CALIBAN drink.]-This will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly :-[Takes the Keg from his Mouth.]-You cannot tell who's your friend: open. your chaps again.

[CALIBAN takes the Keg, and drinks. Trin. I should know that voice: it should bebut he is drown'd; and these are devils: O! defend me!

Step. Four legs and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will re

cover him, I will help his ague.-Come, amen! [Takes the Keg from CALIBAN, who lies down again.] -I will pour some in thy other mouth.

Trin. Stephano,

Step. Doth thy other mouth call me! Mercy! Mercy! This is a devil, and no monster.

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

Step. If thou be'st Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs.--Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st thou to be the siege of this mooncalf? Can he vent Trinculos.

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-stroke. -And art thou living, Stephano! O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!

[Runs and embraces him, turning him round. Step. 'Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor.

Step. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? Swear by this bottle how thou cam'st hither! -[Gives TRINCULO the Keg, he drinks.]-I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over board. How escaped'st thou?

Trin. Swam ashore, man, like a duck.-O, Stephano, hast any more of this?

[Gives STEPHANO the Keg. Step. The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! How does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Step Out o'the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My mistress showed me thee, thy dog, and bush.