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The Tempeſt
If of Life you keepe a care,

Shake off slumber and beware.

Awake, awake.

Ant.
Then let vs both be sodaine.

Gon.
Now, good Angels preserue the King.

Alo.
Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Gen.
What's the matter?

Seb.
Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
(Euen now) we heard a hollow burst or" bellowing
Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?
It strooke mine eare most terribly.

Alo.
I heard nothing.

Ant.
O, 'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare;
To nuke an earthquake: sure it was the roare
Of a whole heard of Lyons.

Alo.
Heard you this Gonzalo?

Gon.
Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
(And that a strange one too) which did awake me:
I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,
I saw their weapons drawne; there was a noyse,
That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.

Alo.
Lead off this ground & let's make further search
For my poore sonne.

Gon.
Heauens keepe him from these Beasts:
For he is sure i'th Island.

Alo.
Lead away.

Ariell.
Prospero my Lord, shall know what I haue done.

So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son.
Exeunt.



Scaena Secunda.





Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood {a noyse of Thunderbeard.)

Cal.
All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp
From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By ynch-meale a disease: his Spirits heare me,
And yet I needes must curse.But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,
Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke
Out of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em; but
For euery trifle, are they set vpon me,
Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which
Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
Their pricks at my soot-fall: sometime am I
All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues

Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo,
Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat,
Perchance he will not minde me.

Tri.
Here's neither bush, nor shrub to beare off any weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it sing ith' winde; yond same blacke cloud, yond huge one, lookes like a soule bumbard that would shed his liquor; if it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here, a man, or a fish? dead or aliue? a fish, hee smels like a fish: a very ancient and fish-like smell: a kinde of, not of the
newest poore-John: a strange fish: were I in England now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer: there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange beast there, makes a man: when they will not giue a doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to fee a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like Armes: warme o'my troth: I doe now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Islander, that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas, the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vnder his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellowes: I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme be past.

Enter Stephano singing.



Ste.

I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore.

This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans

Funerall: well, here's my comfort.
Drinkes.

Sings. The Master, the Swabber, the Boate-swaine & I; '
The Gunner, and his Mate
Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian and Margerie,
But none of vs car'd for Kate.
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:
She lou'd not the savour of Tar nor of Pitch,
Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.

Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.

This is a scuruy tune too:

But here's my comfort.
drinks


Cal.
Doe not torment me: oh.

Ste.
Ste. What’s the matter?
Haue we diuels here?
Doe you put trickes vpon’s with Saluages, and Men of Inde? ha? I haue not scap’d drowning, to be afeard now of your foure legges: for it hath bin said : as proper a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him giue ground; and it shall be said so againe, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

Cal.
The Spirit torments me: oh.

Ste.
This is some Monster of the Isle, with foure legs; who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell should he learne our language? I will giue him some reliefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, and get to Naples with him, he’s a Present for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-leather.

Cal.
Doe not torment me’prethee: I’le bring my wood home faster.

Ste.
He’s in his fit now; and doe’s not talke after the wisest; hee shall taste of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take too much for him; hee shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

Cal.
Thou do’st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes vpon thee.

Ste.
Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here is that which will giue 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 againe.

Tri.
I should know that voyce:
It should be,