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10 But hee is dround; and theſe are diuels; O de- fend me.

Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a moſt delicate Monſter: his forward voyce now is to ſpeake well of his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule ſpeeches, and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will poure ſome in thy other mouth.

Tri. Stephano.

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy, mercy: This is a diuell, and no Monſter: I will leaue him, I haue no long Spoone.

Tri. Stephano: if thou beeſt Stephano, touch me, and ſpeake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou bee'ſt Trinculo: come foorth: I'le pull thee by the leſſer legges: if any be Trinculo's legges, theſe are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how cam'ſt thou to be the ſiege of this Moone-calfe? Can he vent Trinculo's?

Tri. I tooke him to be kild with a thunder-ſtrok; but art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of the Storme: And art thou living Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitanes ſcap'd?

Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my ſtomacke is not conſtant.

Cal. Theſe be fine things, and if they be not ſprights: that's a braue God, and beares Celeſtiall liquor: I will kneele to him.

Ste. How did'ſt thou ſcape? How cam'ft thou hither? Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'ft hither: I eſcap'd vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o’re- boord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of a Tree, with mine owne hands, fince I was caſt a’- ſhore.

Cal. I'le ſweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true ſub- iect, for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Heere: ſweare then how thou eſcap'dſt.

Tri. Swom aſhore (man) like a Ducke: I can ſwim like a Ducke i'le be ſworne.

Ste. Here, kiſſe the Booke. Though thou canſt ſwim like a Ducke, thou art made like a Gooſe.

Tri. O Stephano, ha'ſt any more of this?

Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke by th’ſea-ſide, where my Wine is hid: How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague?

Cal. Ha'ſt thou not dropt from heauen?

Ste. Out o'th Moone doe aſſure thee. I was the Man ith' Moone, when time was.

Cal. I haue ſeene thee in her: and I doe adore thee: My Miſtris ſhew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Buſh.

Ste. Come, ſweare to that: kiſſe the Booke: I will furniſh it anon with new Contents: Sweare.

Tri. By this good light, this is a very ſhallow Mon- ſter: I afeard of him? a very weake Monſter: The Man ith’ Moone? A moſt poore creadulous Monſter: Well drawne Monſter, in good ſooth.

Cal. Ile ſhew thee euery fertill ynch 'oth Iſland: and I will kiſſe thy foote: I prethee be my god.

Tri. By this light, a moſt perfidious, and drunken Monſter, when's god's a ſleepe he'll rob his Bottle.

Cal. Ile kiſſe thy foot. Ile ſweare my ſelfe thy Subiect.

Ste. Come on then: downe and ſweare.

Tri. I ſhall laugh my ſelfe to death at this puppi-hea- ded Monſter: a moſt ſcuruie Monſter: I could finde in my heart to beate him.

Ste. Come, kiſſe.

Tri. But that the poore Monſter's in drinke: An abhominable Monſter.

Cal. I'le ſhew thee the beſt Springs: I’le plucke thee Berries: I'le fiſh for thee; and get thee wood enough. A plague vpon the Tyrant that I ſerue; I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou wondrous man.

Tri. A moſt rediculous Monſter,to make a wonder of a poore drunkard.

Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow; and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts; ſhow thee a Iayes neſt, and inſtruct thee how to ſnare the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to cluſtring Philbirts, and ſometimes I'le get thee young Scamels from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?

Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company elſe being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by a- gaine.

Farewell Maſter; farewell, farewell.

Tri. A howling Monſter: a drunken Monſter.

Cal. No more dams I'le make for fiſh, Nor fetch in firing, at requiring, Nor ſcrape trenchering, nor waſh diſh, Ban' ban' Cacalyban Has a new Maſter, get a new Man. Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome,freedome high- day, freedome.

Ste. O braue Monſter; lead the way.

Fer. There be ſome Sports are painfull;& their labor Delight in them ſet off: Some kindes of baſeneſſe Are nobly vndergon; and moſt poore matters Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but The Miſtris which I ſerue, quickens what's dead, And makes my labours, pleaſures: O She is Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed; And he's compos’d of harſhneſſe. I muſt remoue Some thouſands of theſe Logs, and pile them vp, Vpon a ſore iniunction; my ſweet Miftris Weepes when ſhe ſees me worke, & ſaies, ſuch baſenes Had neuer like Executor: I forget: But theſe ſweet thoughts, doe euen refreſh my labours, Moſt buſie leſt, when I doe it.

Mir. Alas, now pray you Worke not ſo hard: I would the lightning had Burnt vp thoſe Logs that you are enioynd to pile: Pray ſet it downe, and reſt you: when this burnes 'T will weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father Is hard at ſtudy; pray now reſt your ſelfe, He's