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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.
[980]
Now, good Angels preserue the King.
Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon. What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
[985]
(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;
[990]
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:
[995]
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
[1000]
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.
[1005]
So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son.
Exeunt.
Scœna Secunda. [Act 2, Scene 2] 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,
[1010]
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,
[1015]
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 Trinculo.
[1020]
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

[1025]

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,

[1030]

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

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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:

[1035]

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

[1040]

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 here about:

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfel­

[1045]

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.
[1050]
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,
[1055]
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:
[1060]
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

[1065]

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.
[1070]
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

[1075]

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

[1080]

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.
[1085]

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

[1090]

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,

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Scœna Secunda. [Act 2, Scene 2] 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,
[1010]
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,
[1015]
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 Trinculo.
[1020]
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

[1025]

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,

[1030]

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:

[1035]

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

[1040]

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 here about:

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfel­

[1045]

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.
[1050]
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,
[1055]
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:
[1060]
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

[1065]

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.
[1070]
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

[1075]

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

[1080]

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.
[1085]

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

[1090]

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,
[1095]
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

[1100]

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

[1105]

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 forth: I'le pull

[1110]

thee by the lesser legges: if any be o' 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 kil'd with a thunder‑strok; but

[1115]

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 liuing Stephano? O Stephano,

two Neapolitanes scap'd?

Ste.
[1120]

'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.
[1125]

How did'st thou scape?

How cam'st thou hither?

Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam' st 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

[1130]

a Tree, with mine owne hands, since I was cast a'shore.

Cal.

I'le sweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true sub­

iect, for the liquor is not earthly.

St. Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dst Tri.

Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swim

[1135]

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.
[1140]

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 I doe assure thee. I was

[1145]

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.
[1150]
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

[1155]

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.
[1160]

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:
[1165]
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.
[1170]

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

[1175]

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

[1180]

being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my

Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by a­

gaine.

Caliban Sings drunkenly. Farewell Master; farewell, farewell. Tri. A howling Monster: a drunken Monster. Cal.
[1185]
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.
[1190]
Freedome, high‑day, high‑day freedome, freedome high‑ day, freedome.
Ste. O braue Monster; lead the way. Exeunt.
 

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      <lb n="1090"/>mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and
      <lb n="1091"/>that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open
      <lb n="1092"/>your chaps againe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <l n="1093">I should know that voyce:</l>
      <l n="1094">It should be,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0030-0.jpg" n="10"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1095">But hee is dround; and these are diuels; O de­
      <lb/>fend me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1096">Foure legges and two voyces; a most delicate
      <lb n="1097"/>Monster: his forward voyce now is to speake well of
      <lb n="1098"/>his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule speeches,
      <lb n="1099"/>and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer
      <lb n="1100"/>him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will
      <lb n="1101"/>poure some in thy other mouth.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1102">
         <hi rend="italic">Stephano</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1103">Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy:
      <lb n="1104"/>This is a diuell, and no Monster: I will leaue him, I
      <lb n="1105"/>haue no long Spoone.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1106">
         <hi rend="italic">Stephano</hi>: if thou beest<hi rend="italic">Stephano</hi>, touch me, and
      <lb n="1107"/>speake to me: for I am<hi rend="italic">Trinculo</hi>; be not afeard, thy
      <lb n="1108"/>good friend<hi rend="italic">Trinculo</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1109">If thou bee'st<hi rend="italic">Trinculo</hi>: come forth: I'le pull
      <lb n="1110"/>thee by the lesser legges: if any be o'<hi rend="italic">Trinculo's</hi>legges,
      <lb n="1111"/>these are they: Thou art very<hi rend="italic">Trinculo</hi>indeede: how
      <lb n="1112"/>cam'st thou to be the siege of this Moone‑calfe? Can
      <lb n="1113"/>he vent<hi rend="italic">Trinculo's</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1114">I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder‑strok; but
      <lb n="1115"/>art thou not dround<hi rend="italic">Stephano</hi>: I hope now thou art
      <lb n="1116"/>not dround: Is the Storme ouer‑blowne? I hid mee
      <lb n="1117"/>vnder the dead Moone‑Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of
      <lb n="1118"/>the Storme: And art thou liuing<hi rend="italic">Stephano</hi>? O<hi rend="italic">Stephano</hi>,
      <lb n="1119"/>two<hi rend="italic">Neapolitanes</hi>scap'd?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1120">'Prethee doe not turne me about, my stomacke
      <lb n="1121"/>is not constant.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <p n="1122">These be fine things, and if they be not sprights:
      <lb n="1123"/>that's a braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will
      <lb n="1124"/>kneele to him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1125">How did'st thou scape?
      <lb n="1126"/>How cam'st thou hither?
      <lb n="1127"/>Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'<c>st</c>hither: I escap'd
      <lb n="1128"/>vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o're‑
      <lb n="1129"/>boord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of
      <lb n="1130"/>a Tree, with mine owne hands, since I was cast a'shore.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <p n="1131">I'le sweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true sub­
      <lb n="1132"/>iect, for the liquor is not earthly.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">St.</speaker>
      <l n="1133">Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dst</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1134">Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swim
      <lb n="1135"/>like a Ducke I'le be sworne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1136">Here, kisse the Booke.
      <lb n="1137"/>Though thou canst swim like a Ducke, thou art made
      <lb n="1138"/>like a Goose.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1139">O<hi rend="italic">Stephano,</hi>ha'st any more of this?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1140">The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke
      <lb n="1141"/>by th' sea‑side, where my Wine is hid:
      <lb n="1142"/>How now Moone‑Calfe, how do's thine Ague?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <p n="1143">Ha'st thou not dropt from heauen?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1144">Out o'th Moone I doe assure thee. I was
      <lb n="1145"/>the Man ith' Moone, when time was.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <p n="1146">I haue seene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:
      <lb n="1147"/>My Mistris shew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1148">Come, sweare to that: kisse the Booke: I will
      <lb n="1149"/>furnish it anon with new Contents: Sweare.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <l n="1150">By this good light, this is a very shallow Mon­
      <lb/>ster: I afeard of him? a very weake Monster:</l>
      <l n="1151">The Man ith' Moone?</l>
      <l n="1152">A most poore creadulous Monster:</l>
      <l n="1153">Well drawne Monster, in good sooth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <p n="1154">Ile shew thee euery fertill ynch 'oth Island: and
      <lb n="1155"/>I will kisse thy foote: I prethee be my god.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1156">By this light, a most perfidious, and drunken
      <lb n="1157"/>Monster, when's god's a sleepe he'll rob his Bottle.</p>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <l n="1158">Ile kisse thy foot, Ile sweare my selfe thy Subiect</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <l n="1159">Come on then: downe and sweare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1160">I shall laugh my selfe to death at this puppi‑hea­
      <lb n="1161"/>ded Monster: a most scuruie Monster: I could finde in
      <lb n="1162"/>my heart to beate him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <l n="1163">Come, kisse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <l n="1164">But that the poore Monster's in drinke:</l>
      <l n="1165">An abhominable Monster.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <l n="1166">I'le shew thee the best Springs: I'le plucke thee</l>
      <l n="1167">Berries: I'le fish for thee; and get thee wood enough.</l>
      <l n="1168">A plague vpon the Tyrant that I serue;</l>
      <l n="1169">I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou
      <lb/>wondrous man.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="1170">A most rediculous Monster, to make a wonder of
      <lb n="1171"/>a poore drunkard.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <p n="1172">I'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;
      <lb n="1173"/>and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig‑nuts;
      <lb n="1174"/>show thee a Iayes nest, and instruct thee how to snare
      <lb n="1175"/>the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to clustring
      <lb n="1176"/>Philbirts, and sometimes I'le get thee young Scamels
      <lb n="1177"/>from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="1178">I pre'thee now lead the way without any more
      <lb n="1179"/>talking.<hi rend="italic">Trinculo</hi>, the King, and all our company else
      <lb n="1180"/>being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my
      <lb n="1181"/>Bottle: Fellow<hi rend="italic">Trinculo</hi>; we'll fill him by and by a­
      <lb n="1182"/>gaine.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Caliban Sings drunkenly.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <l n="1183">Farewell Master; farewell, farewell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <l n="1184">A howling Monster: a drunken Monster.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <lg rend="italic">
         <l n="1185">No more dams I'le make for fish,</l>
         <l n="1186">Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,</l>
         <l n="1187">Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish,</l>
         <l n="1188">Ban' ban' Cacalyban</l>
         <l n="1189">Has a new Master, get a new Man.</l>
      </lg>
      <l n="1190">Freedome, high‑day, high‑day freedome, freedome high‑
      <lb/>day, freedome.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <l n="1191">O braue Monster; lead the way.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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