Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark Enter Trinculo. Lo, now, lo! Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off 10 I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black cloud, 20 Ste. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm Enter Stephano, singing: a bottle in his hand. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die a-shore, This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's [Sings. [Drinks. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, Loved Moll, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, Go hang! She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch; 50 [Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me :-0! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon's with salvages and men of 60 Ind, ha? I have not scaped 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 shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. Cal. The spirit torments me.-0! Ste. This is some monster of the isle with four legs, Cal. Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood Ste. He's in his fit now, and does not talk after the 70 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 80 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. 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 shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps again. Trin. I should know that voice: it should be--but 90 he is drowned; and these are devils :-O defend me! Ste. 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 Trin. Stephano! Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon. Trin. Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo,-be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo. 100 Ste. 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 moon-calf? 110 can he vent Trinculos ? Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope, now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scaped! Ste. Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant. Cal. [Aside] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him. Ste. How didst thou scape? How camest thou hither? swear, by this bottle, how thou camest 121 hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle! which I Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true Ste. Here; swear, then, how thou escapedst. Ste. Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. 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 dropp'd from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' the moon when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: my mistress show'd me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! I afeard of him! A very weak 130 140 poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, 150 in good sooth! Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island; and I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. |