Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.

Scoena Secunda.

Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.

Ste.

Tell not me, when the But is out we will drinke water, not a drop before; therefore beare vp, & boord em' Seruant Monster, drinke to me.

Trin.

Seruant Monster? the folly of this Iland, they say there's but fiue vpon this Isle; we are three of them, if th' other two be brain'd like vs, the State totters.

Ste.

Drinke seruant Monster when I bid thee, thy eies are almost set in thy head.

Trin.

VVhere should they bee set else? hee were a braue Monster indeede if they were set in his taile.

Ste.

My man-Monster hath drown'd his tongue in sacke: for my part the Sea cannot drowne mee, I swam ere I could recouer the shore, fiue and thirtie Leagues off and on, by this light thou shalt bee my Lieutenant Monster, or my Standard.

Trin.

Your Lieutenant if you lift, hee's no standard.

Ste.

VVeel not run Monsieur Monster.

Trin.

Nor go neither: but you'l lie like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.

Ste.

Moone-calfe, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good Moone-calfe.

Cal.

How does thy honour? Let me licke thy shooe: Ile not serue him, he is not valiant.

Trin.

Thou liest most ignorant Monster, I am in case to iustle a Constable: why, thou debosh'd Fish thou, was there euer man a Coward, that hath drunk so much Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but halfe a Fish, and halfe a Monster?

Cal.

Loe, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him my Lord?

Trin.

Lord, quoth he? that a Monster should be such a Naturall?

Cal.

Loe, loe againe: bite him to death I prethee.

Ste.

Trinculo, keepe a good tongue in your head: If you proue a mutineere, the next Tree: the poore Mon∣ster's my subiect, and he shall not suffer indignity.

Cal.

I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once againe to the suite I made to thee?

Ste.

Marry will I: kneele, and repeate it, I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Enter Ariell inuisible.

Cal.

As I told thee before, I am subiect to a Tirant, A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me Of the Island.

Ariell.

Thou lyest.

Cal.

Thou lyest, thou iesting Monkey thou: I would my valiant Master would destroy thee. I do not lye.

Ste.

Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

Trin.

Why, I said nothing.

Ste.

Mum then, and no more: proceed.

Cal.

I say by Sorcery he got this Isle From me, he got it. If thy Greatnesse will Reuenge it on him, (for I know thou dar'st) But this Thing dare not.

Ste.

That's most certaine.

Cal.

Thou shalt be Lord of it, and Ile serue thee.

Ste.

How now shall this be compast? Canst thou bring me to the party?

Cal.

Yea, yea my Lord, Ile yeeld him thee asleepe, Where thou maist knocke a naile into his head.

Ariell.

Thou liest, thou canst not.

Cal.

What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou scuruy patch: I do beseech thy Greatnesse giue him blowes, And take his bottle from him: When that's gone, He shall drinke nought but brine, for Ile not shew him Where the quicke Freshes are.

Ste.

Trinculo, run into no further danger: Interrupt the Monster one word further, and by this hand, Ile turne my mercie out o' doores, and make a Stockfish of thee.

Trin.

Why, what did I? I did nothing: Ile go farther off,

Ste.

Didst thou not say he lyed?

Ariell.

Thou liest.

Ste.

Do I so? Take thou that, As you like this, giue me the lye another time.

Trin.

I did not giue the lie: Out o' your wittes, and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo: A murren on your Monster, and the diuell take your fingers.

Cal.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ste.

Now forward with your Tale: prethee stand further off.

Cal.

Beate him enough: after a little time Ile beate him too.

Ste.

Stand farther: Come proceede.

Cal.

Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custome with him I' th afternoone to sleepe: there thou maist braine him, Hauing first seiz'd his bookes: Or with a logge Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember First to possesse his Bookes; for without them Hee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath not One Spirit to command: they all do hate him As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes, He ha's braue Vtensils (for so he calles them) Which when he ha's a house, hee'l decke withall. And that most deeply to consider, is The beautie of his daughter: he himselfe Cals her a non-pareill: I neuer saw a woman But onely Sycorax my Dam, and she; But she as farre surpasseth Sycorax, As great'st do's least.

Ste.

Is it so braue a Lasse?

Cal.

I Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth braue brood.

Ste.

Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be King and Queene, saue our Graces: and Trin∣culo, and thy selfe shall be Vice-royes:

Dost thou like the plot Trinculo?

Trin.

Excellent.

Ste.

Giue me thy hand, I am sorry I beate thee: But while thou liu'st keepe a good tongue in thy hea••

Cal.

Within this halfe houre will he be asleepe, Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste.

I on mine honour.

Ariell.

This will I tell my Master.

Cal.

Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure, Let vs be iocond. Will you troule the Catch You taught me but whileare?

Ste.

At thy request Monster, I will do reason, Any reason: Come on Trinculo, let vs sing.

Sings.

Flout 'em, and cout 'em: and skowt 'em, and flout 'em, Thought is free.

Cal.

That's not the tune.

Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe.

Ste.

What is this same?

Trin.

This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the pic∣ture of No-body.

Ste.

If thou beest a man, shew thy selfe in thy likenes: If thou beest a diuell, take't as thou list.

Trin.

O forgiue me my sinnes.

Ste.

He that dies payes all debts: I defie thee; Mercy vpon vs.

Cal.

Art thou affeard?

Ste.

No Monster, not I.

Cal.

Be not affeard, the Isle is full of noyses, Sounds, and sweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not: Sometimes a thousand twangling Instruments Will hum about mine eares; and sometime voices, That if I then had wak'd after long sleepe, Will make me sleepe againe, and then in dreaming, The clouds me thought would open, and shew riches Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd I cri'de to dreame againe.

Ste.

This will proue a braue kingdome to me, Where I shall haue my Musicke for nothing.

Cal.

When Prospero is destroy'd.

Ste.

That shall be by and by: I remember the storie.

Trin.

The sound is going away. Lets follow it, and after do our worke.

Ste.

Leade Monster, Wee'l follow: I would I could see this Taborer, He layes it on.

Trin.

Wilt come? Ile follow Stephano.

Exeunt.