TRINCULO

Here's neither bush, nor shrub to bear off any weather at all: and another Storm brewing, I hear it sing I the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks Like a foul 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 fallen by paile-fuls. What have we here, a man, or a fish? dead or alive? a fish, he smells Like a fish: a very ancient and fishlike smell: a kind of, not of the newest poor-john: 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 give a piece of silver: there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange beast there, makes a man: when they will not give a do it to relieve a lame Beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian : Leg'd Like a man; and his Fins Like Arms: warm of my troth: I do now let lose my oh pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fish, but and Islan der, that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas, the storm is come again: my best way is to creep un der his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter herea bout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfel lowes: I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be passed. I should know that voice: It should be, But he is drowned; and these are devils; Oh de fend me. Stephano. Stephano : if thou be'st Stephano, touch me, and speak to me: for I am Trinculo ; be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo. I took him to be killed with a thunder-strok; but art thou not drowned Stephano : I hope now thou art not drowned: Is the Storm overblown? I hid me under the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for fear of the Storm: And art thou living Stephano ? Oh Stephano, two Neapolitanes scaped? Swom ashore (man) Like a Duck: I can swim Like a Duck i'll be sworn. Oh Stephano, ha'st any more of this? By this good light, this is a very shallow Mon ster: I afeard of him? a very weak Monster: The Man ith' Moon? A most poor creadulous Monster: Well drawn Monster, in good sooth. By this light, a most perfidious, and drunken Monster, when's god's a sleep he'll rob his Bottle. I shall laugh my self to death at this puppi-hea dead Monster: a most scurvy Monster: I could find in my heart to beat him. But that the poor Monster's in drink: And abominable Monster. A most ridiculous Monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard. A howling Monster: a drunken Monster. O, ho, Monster: we know what belongs to a frippery, Oh King Stephano. Thy grace shall have it. Monster, come put some Lime upon your fin gers, and away with the rest. And this. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sighed. I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last, That I fear me will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Servant Monster? the folly of this Island, they say there's but five upon this Isle; we are three of them, if the other two be brained Like us, the State totters. Where should they be set else? he were a brave Monster indeed if they were set in his tail. Your Lieutenant if you lift, he's no standard. Nor go neither: but you'll lie Like dogs, and yet say nothing neither. Thou liest most ignorant Monster, I am in case to justle a Constable: why, thou deboshed Fish thou, was there ever man a Coward, that hath drunk so much Sack as I to day? wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a Fish, and half a Monster? Lord, quoth he? that a Monster should be such a Natural? Why, I said nothing. Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll go farther off, I did not give the lie: Out of your wits, and hearing too? A pox of your bottle, this can Sack and drinking do: A murren on your Monster, and the devil take your fingers. Excellent. This is the tune of our Catch, played by the pic ture of Nobody. Oh forgive me my sins. The found is going away. Lets follow it, and after do our work. Wilt come? I'll follow Stephano. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which My nose is in great indignation. Thou Wertenberg but a lost Monster. I, but to lose our bottles in the Pool. Oh King Stephano, Oh Peer: Oh worthy Stephano, Look what a wardrobe here is for thee. Do, do; we steal by line and level, an't Like your grace. That's more to me then my wetting: Yet this is your harmless Fairy, Monster.