STEPHANO

I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I die ashore. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a men Funeral: well, here's my comfort. The Master, the Swabber, the Boatswain & I; The Gunner, and his Mate Loved Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate. For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a Sailor go hang: She loved not the savour of Tar nor of Pitch, Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch. Then to Sea Boys, and let her go hang. This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon's with Salvages, and Men of Ind? would? I have not scaped drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs: for it hath been said; as pro per a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, while Ste phano breathes at nostrils. This is some Monster of the Isle, with four legs; who hath God (as I take it) and Ague: where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some re lief if it be but for that: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Pre sent for any Emperor that ever trod on Neates-lea there. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talk after the wisest; he shall taste of my Bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his Fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly. Come on your ways: open your mouth: here is that which will give 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 again. Four legs and two voices; a most delicate Monster his forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice, is to utter soul speeches, and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his Ague: Come: Amen, I will pour some in thy other mouth. Does thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy: This is a devil, and no Monster: I will leave him, I have no long Spoon. If thou be'st Trinculo : come forth: I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeed: how camest thou to be the siege of this Mooncalf? Can he vent Trinculo's ? prithee do not turn me about, my stomach is not constant. How didst thou escape? How camest thou hither? Swear by this Bottle how thou camest hither: I escaped upon a But of Sack, which the Sailors heaved of re board, by this Bottle which I made of the bark of a Tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast of shore. Here, kiss the Book. Though thou canst swim Like a Duck, thou art made Like a Goose. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rock by the seaside, where my Wine is hid: How now Mooncalf, how do's thine Ague? Out of that Moon I do assure thee. I was the Man ith' Moon, when time was. Come, swear to that: kiss the Book: I will furnish it anon with new Contents: Swear. Come on then: down and swear. Come, kiss. I prithee now led the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here: Here; bear my Bottle: Fellow Trinculo ; we'll fill him by and by a gain. Farewell Master; farewell, farewell. Oh brave Monster; led the way. Tell not me, when the But is out we will drink water, not a drop before; therefore bear up, & board em' Servant Monster, drink to me. Drink servant Monster when I bid thee, thy eyes are almost set in thy head. My man-Monster hath drowned his tongue in sack: for my partly the Sea cannot drown me, I swam ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty Leagues off and on, by this light thou shalt be my Lieutenant Monster, or my Standard. Weel not run Monsieur Monster. Mooncalf, speak once in thy life, if thou be'st a good Mooncalf. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: If you prove a mutineere, the next Tree: the poor Mon ster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity. Marry will I: kneel, and repeat it, I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. Mum then, and no more: proceed. That's most certain. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party? Trinculo, run into no further danger: Interrupt the Monster one word further, and by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a Stockfish of thee. Didst thou not say he lied? Do I so? Take thou that, As you Like this, give me the lie another time. Now forward with your Tale: prithee stand further off. Stand farther: Come proceed. Is it so brave a Lass? Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be King and Queen, save our Graces: and Trin culo, and thy self shall be Viceroys: Dost thou Like the plot Trinculo? Give me thy hand, I am sorry I beat thee: But while thou livest keep a good tongue in thy hea I on mine honour. At thy request Monster, I will do reason, Any reason: Come on Trinculo, let us sing. Flout they, and cout they: and scout they, and flout they, Thought is free. What is this same? If thou be'st a man, show thy self in thy likeness: If thou be'st a devil, take't as thou list. He that die pays all debts: I defy thee; Mercy upon us. No Monster, not I. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, Where I shall have my Music for nothing. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. Lead Monster, We'll follow: I would I could see this Taborer, He lays it on. So is mine. Do you hear Monster: If I should Take a displeasure against you: Look you. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that Monster, but and infinite lose. I will fetch off my bottle, Though I be over ears for my labour. Give me thy hand, I do begin to have bloody thoughts. Put off that gown (Trinculo) by this hand I'll have that gown. Be you quiet (Monster) Mistress line, is not this my Jerkin? now is the Jerkin under the line: now Jer kin you are Like to loose your hair, & prove a bald Jerkin. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: Wit shall not go unrewarded while I am King of this Country: Steal by line and level, is and excellent pass of pate: there's another garment for't. Monster, lay to your fingers: help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this. I, and this. Every man shift for all the rest, and let No man take care for himself; for all is But fortune: Coragio Bully-Monster Corasio. Oh touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp. I should have been a soar one then. Here: swear then how thou escap'dst. Monster, your Fairy, w c you say is a harmless Fairy, Has done little better then played the lack with us.