Scene Two
[Another Part of the Island]
Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood.
A noise of thunder heard.
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, 4
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me: 8
Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me
And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I 12
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.—
Enter Trinculo.
Lo now! lo!
Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat; 16
Perchance he will not mind me.
Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear
off any weather at all, and another storm brew-
ing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black 20
cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard
that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder
as it did before, I know not where to hide my
3 By inch-meal: inch by inch
9 mow: make mouths
18 bear: ward
21 bombard: a large wine-skin
