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SCENE VII.
Changes to the wild part of the island.Enter Caliban, with a log of wood upon his shoulders.
[A noise of thunder heard.
CALIBAN.
All th' infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse.
Enter Trincalo.
TRINCALO.
In the name of wonder, what have we here?
A man, or fish? for it resembles both:
'Tis some amphibious monster of the isle.
Were I in England, as of late I was,
And this monster to expose to view,
It would make a man of me for ever:
In England any monster makes a man.
Come hither, monster.
CALIBAN.
O torment me not!
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A sensible monster, and speaks my language.
Dear tortoise, if thou hast the sense of taste,
Open thy mouth, and know me for thy friend.
[Pours the wine down his throat.
CALIBAN.
A brave god, and bears celestial liquor.
TRINCALO.
What say'st thou, monster? will you, like me,
Live soberly, and become my subject?
CALIBAN.
I will swear to serve thee.
AIR.
No more dams I'll make for fish,
Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish,
Ban, Ban, Cacaliban,
Has got a new master; get a new man.
Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish,
Ban, Ban, Cacaliban,
Has got a new master; get a new man.
TRINCALO.
Here, kiss the book.
[Caliban drinks again.
CALIBAN.
By Settibos! this liquor's not earthly;
I pr'ythee, did'st thou not drop from heaven?
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Only from out the moon, I do assure thee;
I was the man in the moon, when time was.
CALIBAN.
I've seen thee in her, and do adore thee;
My mother shew'd me thee, thy dog, and bush.
Pray be my god, and let me drink again.
[drinks again.
I'll shew thee ev'ry fertile inch i' th' isle,
Where berries, nuts, and cluster'd filberds grow.
TRINCALO.
Lead there.
CALIBAN.
The distance is too far to reach,
For see, my lord, the night approaches quick.
AIR.
The owl is abroad, the bat, and the toad,
And so is the cat-a-mountain;
The ant and the mole sit both in a hole.
And frog peeps out of the fountain.
And so is the cat-a-mountain;
The ant and the mole sit both in a hole.
And frog peeps out of the fountain.
TRINCALO.
Kind monster, stand firm; I see them coming.
CALIBAN.
Whom?
TRINCALO.
The starv'd prince, and his brace of subjects.
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CALIBAN.
These sprights sha'n't touch our immortal liquor.
VENTOSO.
Surely he has rais'd the devil to his aid.
MUSTACHO.
Duke Trincalo, we have considered.
TRINCALO.
Say then, is't peace or war?
MUSTACHO.
Peace, and the butt.
STEPHANO.
I come a private person now, great duke,
To live content under your government.
TRINCALO.
You shall enjoy the benefits of peace,
And the first-fruits, amongst civil nations,
Is to get drunk for joy; which we'll observe.
Stephano, thou hast been a false rebel;
Yet I forgive thee: in witness whereof
I'll drink soundly.
STEPHANO.
Your grace shall find, that I
Will do you justice, and drink as soundly.
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Drinking is the life of every thing;
Nothing in nature can subsist without it.
TERZETTO.
TRINCALO.
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks, and gapes for drink again.
STEPHANO.
The plants suck in the earth, and are,
With constant drinking, fresh and fair.
VENTOSO.
The sea itself, which, one would think,
Should have but little need of drink,
Drinks ten thousand rivers up,
So fill'd, that they o'erflow the cup.
TRINCALO.
The busy sun (and one would guess,
By's drunken fiery face, no less)
Drinks up the sea, and when h'as done,
The moon and stars drink up the sun.
All.
Earth, seas, sun, moon, and stars do give
Examples how we ought to live.
[Trincalo strikes the bottle after drinking.
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