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 ghaftly looking?
Gon. What's the matter?
Seb. Whiles we ſtood here ſecuring your repoſe,
(Euen now) we heard a hollow burſt of 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 make 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.
So (King) goe ſafely on to ſeeke thy Son.Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noyſe of
Thunder heard.)
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, vnleffe 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 foot-fall: ſometime am I
All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
Doe hiſſe me into madneſſe: Lo, now Lo,Enter
Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment meTrinculo.
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 foule bumbard that would ſhed his
licquor: 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-Iohn: 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 ſee
a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like
Armes: warme o’my troth: I doe now let looſe my o-
pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fiſh, but an Iſlan-
der, that hath lately ſuffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas,
the ſtorme is come againe: my beſt way is to creepe vn-
der his Gaberdine: there is no other ſhelter herea-
bout: Miſery acquaints a man with ſtrange bedfel-
lowes: 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 ſauour 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. 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 pro-
per a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him
giue ground: and it ſhall be ſaid ſo againe, while Ste-
phano 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 re-
liefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe
him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Pre-
ſent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-lea-
ther.
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
wiſeft; 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 a-
non, 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,
