The Tempest Page #4

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

Do not torment me, prithee

I'll bring my wood home faster

He's in his fit now and does not

talk after the wisest

He shall taste of my bottle

Come on your ways

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 again

I should know that voice! It should be...

but he is drowned: And these are devils

O, defend me

Four legs and two voices a most

delicate monster!

Come

Amen! I will pour some

in thy other mouth

Stephano!

Doth thy other mouth call me?

Mercy, mercy! This is a devil,

and no monster I will leave him

Stephano! If thou beest Stephano,

touch me and speak to me

be not afeard, for I am Trinculo,

thy good friend Trinculo

If thou beest Trinculo, come forth

I'll pull thee by the lesser legs

If any be Trinculo's legs, these are they

Thou art very Trinculo indeed!

How camest thou to be the siege of this

mooncalf? Can he vent Trinculos?

I took him to be killed with

a thunder-stroke

But art thou not drowned, Stephano?

I hid me under the dead moon-calfs

gaberdine for fear of the storm

And art thou living, Stephano?

O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!

Prithee, do not turn me about

my stomach is not constant

These be fine things,

an if they be not sprites

That's a brave god and bears

celestial liquor

I will kneel to him

How didst thou 'scape?

How camest thou hither?

Swear by this bottle

how thou cam'st hither

I escaped upon a butt of sack

which the sailors heaved o'erboard

I'll swear upon that bottle

to be thy true subject

for the liquor is not earthly

Here! Swear by this bottle

how thou escapedst

Swum ashore, man, like a duck

I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn

Here, kiss the book

Though thou canst swim like a

duck, thou art made like a goose

O Stephano. Hast thou any

more of this?

The whole butt, man

How now, mooncalf!

How does thine ague?

Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?

Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee

I was the Man i' the Moon

when time was

I have seen thee in her

and I do adore thee

Come, swear to that

Kiss the book. Swear

By this good light, this is a very

shallow monster!

I afeard of him? A very weak monster!

The Man i' the Moon! A most poor

credulous monster!

I'll show thee every fertile inch

o' th' island

And I will kiss thy foot

I prithee, be my god

Come on then

Down, and swear!

I shall laugh myself to death

at this puppy-headed monster

A most scurvy monster!

I could find in my heart to beat him

- But that the poor monster's in drink

- Come, kiss

I'll show thee the best springs

I'll pluck thee berries

I'll fish for thee

and get thee wood enough

A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

I'll bear her no more sticks

but follow thee thou wondrous man

A most ridiculous monster

to make a wonder of a poor drunkard!

I prithee, let me bring thee

where crabs grow

and I with my long nails will dig

thee pignuts

show thee a jay's nest

and instruct thee how to snare

the nimble marmoset

I'll bring thee to clust'ring filberts

and sometimes I'll get thee young

scamels from the rock

Wilt thou go with me?

I prithee now, lead the way without

any more talking, Trinculo

The King and all our company else

being drowned, we will inherit here

Farewell master:
Farewell, farewell!

A howling monster!

A drunken monster!

No more dams I'll make for fish

nor fetch in firing at requiring

nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish

'Ban, 'Ban

Ca- Ca- Ca- Ca- Caliban

has a new master

Get a new man!

Freedom, high day!

High day, freedom!

Freedom, high day,

high day freedom!

O brave monster! Lead the way

This my mean task

would be as heavy to me as odious

but the mistress which I serve

quickens what's dead

and makes my labours... pleasures

She is ten times more gentle than

her mother's crabbed

and she's composed of harshness!

I must remove some thousands

of these logs

and pile them up,

upon a sore injunction

My sweet mistress weeps

when she sees me work

and says, such baseness

had never like executor

I forget:
But these sweet thoughts

do even refresh my labours

most busiest, when I do work

Alas, now, pray you, work not so hard!

I would the lightning had burnt up those

logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!

Pray, set it down and rest you

When this burns, 'twill weep

for having wearied you

My mother is hard at study

pray now, rest yourself

she's safe for these three hours

O most dear mistress, the sun will set

before I shall discharge

what I must strive to do

If you'll sit down, I'll bear your

logs the while

Pray, give me that: I'll carry it to the pile

No, precious creature, I had rather

crack my sinews, break my back

than you should such dishonour

undergo, while I sit lazy by

It would become me as well

as it does you

and I should do it with much more ease

for my good will is to it,

and yours it is against

You look wearily

No, noble mistress 'tis fresh morning

with me when you are by at night

I do beseech you, what is your name?

Miranda. O my mother,

I have broke your hest to say so!

Admired Miranda!

Indeed the top of admiration!

Worth what's dearest to the world!

Poor worm, thou art infected!

This visitation shows it

Full many a lady I have eyed

with best regard

and many a time the harmony of their

tongues hath into bondage brought

my too diligent ear

For several virtues have I liked

several women

never any with so full soul

but some defect in her did quarrel

with the noblest grace she owed

and put it to the foil

But you...

O you, so perfect and so peerless

are created of every creature's best!

I know only one more of my sex

no young woman's face remember

save from my glass, mine own

nor have I seen

more that I may call men than you,

good friend

how features are abroad, I am

skilless of:
But, by my modesty

I would not wish any companion

in the world but you

nor can imagination form a shape,

besides yourself, to like of

But I prattle something too wildly

and my mother's precepts

I therein do forget

I am in my condition a prince,

Miranda

I do think, a king I would, not so

Hear my soul speak!

The very instant that I saw you,

did my heart fly to your service

there resides, to make me slave to it

and for your sake am I this

patient log-man

Do you love me?

O heaven, O earth,

bear witness to this sound

I beyond all limit of what else i' th' world

Do love, prize, honour you

I am a fool

To weep at what I am glad of

Wherefore weep you?

At mine unworthiness

which dare not offer

what I desire to give and much less

take what I shall die to want

But this is trifling

and all the more it seeks to hide itself,

the bigger bulk it shows

Hence, bashful cunning, and prompt me,

plain and holy innocence!

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