The Tempest: Act 2, Scene 2
1 All the infections that the sun sucks up
2 From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
3 By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me
4 And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
5 Fright me with urchinshows, pitch me i' the mire,
6 Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
7 Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
8 For every trifle are they set upon me;
9 Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me
10 And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which
11 Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
12 Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
13 All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
14 Do hiss me into madness.
18 Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any
19 weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it
20 sing i' the wind: yond same black cloud, yond
21 huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed
22 his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know
23 not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
24 choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here?
25 a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells
26 like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of
27 not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I
28 in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish
29 painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
30 of silver: there would this monster make a man;
31 any strange beast there makes a man: when they will
32 not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay
33 out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man and
34 his fins like arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let
35 loose my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
36 but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt.
37 Alas, the storm is come again! my
38 best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no
39 other shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with
40 strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of
41 the storm be past.
46 "The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
47 The gunner and his mate
48 Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
49 But none of us cared for Kate;
50 For she had a tongue with a tang,
51 Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!
52 She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
53 Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:
54 Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!"
55 This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.
57 What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you
58 put tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I
59 have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your
60 four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as
61 ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground;
62 and it shall be said so again while Stephano
63 breathes at's nostrils.
65 This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who
66 hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil
67 should he learn our language? I will give him some
68 relief, if it be but for that. if I can recover him
69 and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a
70 present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.
73 He's in his fit now and does not talk after the
74 wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have
75 never drunk wine afore will go near to remove his
76 fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will
77 not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that
78 hath him, and that soundly.
82 Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that
83 which will give language to you, cat: open your
84 mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you,
85 and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend:
86 open your chaps again.
89 Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster!
90 His forward voice now is to speak well of his
91 friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches
92 and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will
93 recover him, I will help his ague. Come.
103 If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee
104 by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs,
105 these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How
106 camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can
107 he vent Trinculos?
108 I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But
109 art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art
110 not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me
111 under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of
112 the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O
113 Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!
119 How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?
120 swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I
121 escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors
122 heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of
123 the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was
124 cast ashore.
144 By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!
145 I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i'
146 the moon! A most poor credulous monster!
147 Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
160 I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;
161 I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
162 A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
163 I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
164 Thou wondrous man.
167 I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
168 And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts;
169 Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how
170 To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
171 To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
172 Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
173 I prithee now, lead the way without any more
174 talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company
175 else being drowned, we will inherit here: here;
176 bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by
177 and by again.
178 Farewell master; farewell, farewell!
180 No more dams I'll make for fish
181 Nor fetch in firing
182 At requiring;
183 Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish
184 'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
185 Has a new master: get a new man.
186 Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
187 hey-day, freedom!