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The Tempest - Act 2, scene 2Act 2, scene 2
Scene 2
Synopsis:
Having escaped the apparently sinking ship, Trinculo finds Caliban hiding under a cloak, under which Trinculo also crawls to take shelter from the storm. Stephano, drunk, finds them both and shares his bottle with them. In return, Caliban abandons Prospero’s service and swears to be Stephano’s subject.
Enter Caliban with a burden of wood. A noise ofthunder heard.
CALIBAN
1062 All the infections that the sun sucks up
1063 From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
1064 By inchmeal a disease! His spirits hear me,
1065 And yet I needs must curse. But they’ll nor pinch,
1066 5 Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i’ th’ mire,
1067 Nor lead me like a firebrand in the dark
1068 Out of my way, unless he bid ’em. But
1069 For every trifle are they set upon me,
1070 Sometimes like apes, that mow and chatter at me
1071 10 And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
1072 Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
1073 Their pricks at my footfall. Sometime am I
1074 All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
1075 Do hiss me into madness. Lo, now, lo!
1076 15 Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
1077 For bringing wood in slowly. I’ll fall flat.
1078 Perchance he will not mind me.
⌜He lies down and covers himself with a cloak.⌝
Enter Trinculo.
TRINCULO 1079 Here’s neither bush nor shrub to bear off
1080 any weather at all. And another storm brewing; I
1081 20 hear it sing i’ th’ wind. Yond same black cloud, yond
1082 huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed
1083 his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I
1084 know not where to hide my head. Yond same cloud
1085 cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. ⌜Noticing Caliban.⌝
1086 25 What have we here, a man or a fish? Dead or
1087 alive? A fish, he smells like a fish—a very ancient
1088 and fishlike smell, a kind of not-of-the-newest poor-John.
1089 A strange fish. Were I in England now, as once
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1090
I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday1091 30 fool there but would give a piece of silver. There
1092 would this monster make a man. Any strange beast
1093 there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to
1094 relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a
1095 dead Indian. Legged like a man, and his fins like
1096 35 arms! Warm, o’ my troth! I do now let loose my
1097 opinion, hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an
1098 islander that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt.
1099 ⌜Thunder.⌝ Alas, the storm is come again. My best
1100 way is to creep under his gaberdine. There is no
1101 40 other shelter hereabout. Misery acquaints a man
1102 with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the
1103 dregs of the storm be past.
⌜He crawls under Caliban’s cloak.⌝
Enter Stephano singing.
STEPHANO
1104 I shall no more to sea, to sea.
1105 Here shall I die ashore—
1106 45 This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man’s funeral.
1107 Well, here’s my comfort.Drinks.
Sings.
1108 The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
1109 The gunner and his mate,
1110 Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
1111 50 But none of us cared for Kate.
1112 For she had a tongue with a tang,
1113 Would cry to a sailor “Go hang!”
1114 She loved not the savor of tar nor of pitch,
1115 Yet a tailor might scratch her where’er she did itch.
1116 55 Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
1117 This is a scurvy tune too. But here’s my comfort.
Drinks.
CALIBAN 1118 Do not torment me! O!
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STEPHANO
1119
What’s the matter? Have we devils here? Do1120 you put tricks upon ’s with savages and men of Ind?
1121 60 Ha? I have not scaped drowning to be afeard now
1122 of your four legs, for it hath been said “As proper a
1123 man as ever went on four legs cannot make him
1124 give ground,” and it shall be said so again while
1125 Stephano breathes at’ nostrils.
CALIBAN 1126 65The spirit torments me. O!
STEPHANO 1127 This is some monster of the isle with four
1128 legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the
1129 devil should he learn our language? I will give him
1130 some relief, if it be but for that. If I can recover him
1131 70 and keep him tame and get to Naples with him,
1132 he’s a present for any emperor that ever trod on
1133 neat’s leather.
CALIBAN 1134 Do not torment me, prithee. I’ll bring my
1135 wood home faster.
STEPHANO 1136 75He’s in his fit now, and does not talk after
1137 the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle. If he have
1138 never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove
1139 his fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will
1140 not take too much for him. He shall pay for him that
1141 80 hath him, and that soundly.
CALIBAN 1142 Thou dost me yet but little hurt. Thou wilt
1143 anon; I know it by thy trembling. Now Prosper
1144 works upon thee.
STEPHANO 1145 Come on your ways. Open your mouth.
1146 85 Here is that which will give language to you, cat.
1147 Open your mouth. This will shake your shaking, I
1148 can tell you, and that soundly. ⌜Caliban drinks.⌝ You
1149 cannot tell who’s your friend. Open your chaps
1150 again.
TRINCULO 1151 90I should know that voice. It should be—but
1152 he is drowned, and these are devils. O, defend me!
STEPHANO 1153 Four legs and two voices—a most delicate
1154 monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of
1155 his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul
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1156
95 speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle1157 will recover him, I will help his ague. Come.
1158 ⌜Caliban drinks.⌝ Amen! I will pour some in thy
1159 other mouth.
TRINCULO 1160 Stephano!
STEPHANO 1161 100Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy,
1162 this is a devil, and no monster! I will leave him; I
1163 have no long spoon.
TRINCULO 1164 Stephano! If thou be’st Stephano, touch me
1165 and speak to me, for I am Trinculo—be not
1166 105 afeard—thy good friend Trinculo.
STEPHANO 1167 If thou be’st Trinculo, come forth. I’ll pull
1168 thee by the lesser legs. If any be Trinculo’s legs,
1169 these are they. ⌜He pulls him out from under Caliban’s
cloak.⌝ 1170 Thou art very Trinculo indeed. How
1171 110 cam’st thou to be the siege of this mooncalf? Can
1172 he vent Trinculos?
TRINCULO 1173 I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke.
1174 But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I
1175 hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm
1176 115 overblown? I hid me under the dead mooncalf’s
1177 gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living,
1178 Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scaped!
STEPHANO 1179 Prithee, do not turn me about. My stomach
1180 is not constant.
CALIBAN, ⌜aside⌝ 1181 120These be fine things, an if they be not
1182 sprites. That’s a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
1183 I will kneel to him.
⌜He crawls out from under the cloak.⌝
STEPHANO, ⌜to Trinculo⌝ 1184 How didst thou scape? How
1185 cam’st thou hither? Swear by this bottle how thou
1186 125 cam’st hither—I escaped upon a butt of sack, which
1187 the sailors heaved o’erboard—by this bottle, which
1188 I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands,
1189 since I was cast ashore.
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CALIBAN
1190
I’ll swear upon that bottle to be thy true1191 130 subject, for the liquor is not earthly.
STEPHANO, ⌜to Trinculo⌝ 1192 Here. Swear then how thou
1193 escapedst.
TRINCULO 1194 Swum ashore, man, like a duck. I can swim
1195 like a duck, I’ll be sworn.
STEPHANO 1196 135Here, kiss the book.⌜Trinculo drinks.⌝
1197 Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made
1198 like a goose.
TRINCULO 1199 O Stephano, hast any more of this?
STEPHANO 1200 The whole butt, man. My cellar is in a rock
1201 140 by th’ seaside, where my wine is hid.—How now,
1202 mooncalf, how does thine ague?
CALIBAN 1203 Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
STEPHANO 1204 Out o’ th’ moon, I do assure thee. I was the
1205 man i’ th’ moon when time was.
CALIBAN 1206 145I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee.
1207 My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy
1208 bush.
STEPHANO 1209 Come, swear to that. Kiss the book. I will
1210 furnish it anon with new contents. Swear.
⌜Caliban drinks.⌝
TRINCULO 1211 150By this good light, this is a very shallow
1212 monster. I afeard of him? A very weak monster. The
1213 man i’ th’ moon? A most poor, credulous monster!
1214 —Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
CALIBAN 1215 I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ th’ island,
1216 155 and I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god.
TRINCULO 1217 By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
1218 monster. When ’s god’s asleep, he’ll rob his bottle.
CALIBAN 1219 I’ll kiss thy foot. I’ll swear myself thy subject.
STEPHANO 1220 Come on, then. Down, and swear.
⌜Caliban kneels.⌝
TRINCULO 1221 160I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed
1222 monster. A most scurvy monster. I could
1223 find in my heart to beat him—
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STEPHANO
1224
Come, kiss.TRINCULO 1225 —but that the poor monster’s in drink. An
1226 165 abominable monster.
CALIBAN
1227 I’ll show thee the best springs. I’ll pluck thee berries.
1228 I’ll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
1229 A plague upon the tyrant that I serve.
1230 I’ll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
1231 170 Thou wondrous man.
TRINCULO 1232 A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder
1233 of a poor drunkard.
CALIBAN, ⌜standing⌝
1234 I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow,
1235 And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts,
1236 175 Show thee a jay’s nest, and instruct thee how
1237 To snare the nimble marmoset. I’ll bring thee
1238 To clustering filberts, and sometimes I’ll get thee
1239 Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
STEPHANO 1240 I prithee now, lead the way without any
1241 180 more talking.—Trinculo, the King and all our
1242 company else being drowned, we will inherit here.
1243 —Here, bear my bottle.—Fellow Trinculo, we’ll
1244 fill him by and by again.
CALIBAN sings drunkenly
1245 Farewell, master, farewell, farewell.
TRINCULO 1246 185A howling monster, a drunken monster.
CALIBAN ⌜sings⌝
1247 No more dams I’ll make for fish,
1248 Nor fetch in firing
1249 At requiring,
1250 Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish.
1251 190 ’Ban, ’ban, Ca-caliban
1252 Has a new master. Get a new man.
1253 Freedom, high-day! High-day, freedom! Freedom,
1254 high-day, freedom!
STEPHANO 1255 O brave monster! Lead the way.
They exit.