 | The Tempest, or The Enchanted Island |  |
SCENE I.
The Scene changes to the wilder part of the Island, 'tis compos'd of divers sorts of Trees, and barren places, with a prospect of the Sea at a great distance.Enter Stephano, Mustacho, Ventoso.
Vent.
The Runlet of Brandy was a loving Runlet, and
floated after us out of pure pity.
Must.
This kind Bottle, like an old acquaintance, swam after it.
Vent.
'Tis well we have found something since we landed.
I prethee fill a soop, and let it go round.
Where hast thou laid the Runlet?
Must.
I' th' hollow of an old Tree.
Vent.
Fill apace,
We cannot live long in this barren Island, and we may
Take a soop before death, as well as others drink
At our Funerals.
Must.
This is Prize-Brandy, we steal Custom, and it costs
nothing. Let's have two rounds more.
Vent.
Master, what have you sav'd?
Steph.
Just nothing but my self.
Vent.
This works comfortably on a cold stomach.
Steph.
Fills another round.
Vent.
Look! Mustacho weeps. Hang losses, as long as we have
Brandy left. Prithee leave weeping.
Steph.
He sheds his Brandy out of his eyes: he shall drink
no more.
Must.
This will be a doleful day with old Bess. She gave me
a gilt Nutmeg at parting. That's lost too. But, as you say, hang
losses. Prethee fill again.
Vent.
Beshrew thy heart for putting me in mind of thy Wife,
I had not thought of mine else, Nature will shew it self,
I must melt. I prithee fill again, my Wife's a good old Jade,
And has but one eye left: but she'll weep out that too,
When she hears that I am dead.
Steph.
Would you were both hang'd for putting me in
thought of mine.
Vent.
But come, Master, sorrow is dry! there's for you agen.
Steph.
A Marriner had e'en as good be a Fish as a Man, but
for the comfort we get ashore: O for an old dry Wench now
I am wet.
Must.
Poor heart! that would soon make you dry agen: but
all is barren in this isle: Here we may lie at Hull till the Wind
blow Nore and by South, ere we can cry, A Sail, a Sail, at
sight of a white Apron. And therefore here's another soop to
comfort us.
This Isle's our own, that's our comfort, for the Duke,
the Prince, and all their train, are perished.
Must.
Our Ship is sunk, and we can never get home agen:
we must e'en turn Salvages, and the next that catches his fellow
may eat him.
Vent.
No, no, let us have a Government; for if we live well
and orderly, Heav'n will drive Shipwracks ashoar to make
us all rich; therefore let us carry good Consciences, and not
eat one another.
Steph.
Whoever eats any of my Subjects, I'l break out his
teeth with my Scepter: for I was Master at Sea, and will be
Duke on Land: you Mustacho have been my Mate, and shall be
my Vice-Roy.
Vent.
When you are Duke, you may choose your Vice-Roy;
but I am a free Subject in a new Plantation, and will have no
Duke without my voice. And so fill me the other soop.
Steph.
whispering.
Ventoso, dost thou hear, I will advance thee,
prithee give me thy voice.
Vent.
I'l have no whisperings to corrupt the Election; and
to show that I have no private ends, I declare aloud that I will
be Vice-Roy, or I'l keep my voice for my self.
Must.
Stephano, hear me, I will speak for the people, because
there are few, or rather none in the Isle to speak for themselves.
Know then, that to prevent the farther shedding of Christian
bloud, we are all content Ventoso shall be Vice-Roy, upon condition
I may be Vice-Roy over him. Speak, good people, are
you well agreed? what, no man answer? well, you may take
their silence for consent.
Vent.
You speak for the people, Mustacho? I'l speak for 'em,
and declare generally with one voice, one and all; That
there shall be no Vice-Roy but the Duke, unless I be he.
Must.
You declare for the people, who never saw your face!
Cold Iron shall decide it.
[Both draw.
Steph.
Hold, loving Subjects: we will have no Civil War
during our Reign: I do hereby appoint you both to be my Vice-Roys
over the whole Island.
Both.
Agreed! agreed!
Vent.
How! Trincalo our brave Bosen!
Must.
He reels: can he be drunk with Sea-water?
Trinc.
sings.
Here I shall die ashore.
But here's my comfort.
[Drinks.
Sings.
The Surgeon and his Mate,
Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate.
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Wou'd cry to a Sailor, Go hang:
She lov'd not the savour of Tar nor of Pitch,
Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.
[Drinks.
Steph.
We have got another Subject now; Welcome,
Welcome into our Dominions!
Trinc.
What Subject, or what Dominions? here's old Sack,
Boys: the King of good-fellows can be no subject.
I will be old Simon the King.
Must.
Hah, old Boy! how didst thou scape?
Trinc.
Upon a Butt of Sack, Boys, which the Sailors
Threw over-board: but are you alive, hoa! for I will
Tipple with no Ghosts till I'm dead: thy hand, Mustacho,
And thine, Ventoso; the Storm has done its worst:
Stephano alive too! give thy Bosen thy hand, Master.
Vent.
You must kiss it then, for, I must tell you, we have
chosen him Duke in a full Assembly.
Trinc.
A Duke! where? what's he Duke of?
Must.
Of this Island, man. Oh Trincalo, we are all made, the
Island's empty; all's our own, Boy; and we will speak to his
Grace for thee, that thou may'st be as great as we are.
Trinc.
You great? what the Devil are you?
Vent.
We two are Vice-Roys over all the Island; and when
we are weary of Governing, thou shalt succeed us.
Do you hear, Ventoso, I will succeed you in both
your places before you enter into 'em.
Steph.
Trincalo, sleep and be sober; and make no more uproars
in my Countrey.
Trinc.
Why, what are you, Sir, what are you?
Steph.
What I am, I am by free Election, and you, Trincalo, are
not your self; but we pardon your first fault,
Because it is the first day of Our Reign.
Trinc.
Umph, were matters carried so swimmingly against
me, whilst I was swimming, and saving my self for the good of
the people of this Island.
Must.
Art thou mad, Trincalo? wilt thou disturb a setled Government,
where thou art a meer stranger
Trinc.
I'l have no Laws.
Vent.
Then Civil-war begins.
[Vent. Must. draw.
Steph.
Hold, hold, I'l have no bloudshed,
My Subjects are but few: let him make a rebellion
By himself; and a Rebel, I Duke Stephano declare him:
Vice-Roys, come away.
Trinc.
And Duke Trincalo declares, that he will make open
War where ever he meets thee or thy Vice-Roys.
Exeunt Steph. Must. Vent.
Enter Caliban with wood upon his back.
Trinc.
Hah! who have we here?
Calib.
All the infections that the Sun sucks up from Fogs Fens,
Flats, on Prospero fall, and make him by inch-meal a Disease:
his spirits hear me, and yet I needs must curse, but they'l not
pinch, fright me with Urchin shows, pitch me i'th' mire, nor
lead me in the dark out of my way, unless he bid 'em: but for
every trifle he sets them on me; sometimes like Baboons they
mow and chatter at me, and often bite me; like Hedge-hogs
then they mount their prickles at me, tumbling before me in my
barefoot way. Sometimes I am all wound about with Adders,
who with their cloven tongues hiss me to madness. Hah!
yonder stands one of his spirits sent to torment me.
Trinc.
What have we here, a Man, or a Fish?
As once I was, and had him painted;
Not a Holy day fool there but would give me
Six-pence for the fight of him; well, if I could make
Him tame, he were a present for an Emperour.
Come hither, pretty Monster, I'l do thee no harm.
Come hither!
Calib.
Torment me not;
I'l bring thee Wood home faster.
Trinc.
He talks none of the wisest, but I'l give him
A dram o' th' Bottle, that will clear his understanding.
Come on your ways, Master Monster, open your mouth.
How now, you perverse Moon-calf! what,
I think you cannot tell who is your friend!
Open your chops, I say.
[Pours Wine down his throat.
Calib.
This is a brave God, and bears Cœlestial Liquor;
I'll kneel to him.
Trinc.
He is a very hopeful Monster; Monster, what sayst
thou, art thou content to turn civil and sober, as I am? for then
thou shalt be my subject.
Calib.
I'l swear upon that Bottle to be true; for the liquor
is not Earthly: did'st thou not drop from Heaven?
Trinc.
Onely out of the Moon, I was the man in her when time
was. By this light, a very shallow Monster.
Calib.
I'l shew thee every fertile inch i'th' Isle, and kiss
thy foot: I prithee be my God, and let me drink.
[drinks agen.
Trinc.
Well drawn Monster, in good faith.
Calib.
I'l shew thee the best springs, I'l pluck thee Berries,
I'l fish for thee, and get thee wood enough:
A curse upon the Tyrant whom I serve, I'l bear him
no him no more sticks, but follow thee.
Trinc.
The poor Monster is loving in his drink.
Calib.
I prithee let me bring thee where Crabs grow,
And I with my long nails will dig thee Pig-nuts,
Shew thee a Jays-nest, and instruct thee how to snare
The Marmazete; I'l bring thee to cluster'd Filberds;
Wilt thou go with me?
Trinc.
This Monster comes of a good natur'd face;
Calib.
Divine, here is but one besides my self;
My lovely Sister, beautiful and bright as the Full Moon.
Trinc.
Where is she?
Calib.
I left her clambring up a hollow Oak,
And plucking thence the dropping Honey-combs.
Say, my King, shall I call her to thee?
Trinc.
She shall swear upon the Bottle too.
If she proves handsome she is mine: Here, Monster,
Drink agen for thy good news; thou shalt speak
A good word for me.
[Gives him the Bottle.
Calib.
Sings.
Farewel, old Master, farewel, farewel.
No more Dams I'l make for fish,
Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
Nor scrape Trencher, nor wash Dish,
Ban, Ban, Cackaliban
Has a new Master, get a new man.
Heigh-day! Freedom, freedom!
Trinc.
Here's two subjects got already, the Monster,
And his Sister: well, Duke Stephano, I say, and say agen,
Wars will ensue, and so I drink.
[Drinks.
From this Worshipful Monster, and Mistris
Monster his Sister,
I'l lay claim to this Island by alliance:
Monster, I say thy Sister shall be my Spouse:
Come away, Brother Monster, I'l lead thee to my Butt,
And drink her health.
[Exeunt.
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