The Tempest

The Tempest
Act 2, scene 2

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Entire Play

A story of shipwreck and magic, The Tempest begins on a ship caught in a violent storm with Alonso, the king of…

Act 1, scene 1

On board a ship carrying King Alonso of Naples and his entourage, a boatswain directs the crew to fight a…

Act 1, scene 2

Prospero, the former duke of Milan, who has been stranded on a barren island for twelve years with his daughter,…

Act 2, scene 1

King Alonso and his entourage wander the island in search of Ferdinand. Gonzalo tries unsuccessfully to encourage hope in Alonso…

Act 2, scene 2

Having escaped the apparently sinking ship, Trinculo finds Caliban hiding under a cloak, under which Trinculo also crawls to take…

Act 3, scene 1

Ferdinand is visited by Miranda. Prospero observes them unseen as they exchange marriage vows and clasp hands.

Act 3, scene 2

Trinculo and Caliban quarrel, and Stephano takes Caliban’s part. Ariel, invisible, imitates Trinculo’s voice and accuses Caliban of lying, causing…

Act 3, scene 3

King Alonso and his party, weary with searching, are visited by “strange shapes” bringing in a banquet, while Prospero, unseen,…

Act 4, scene 1

Prospero releases Ferdinand and gives him Miranda as his bride-to-be. To celebrate the prospect of their union, Prospero instructs Ariel…

Act 5, scene 1

Prospero releases Alonso and the court party from their charmed state and renounces the further use of his magic. Alonso…

Act 5, epilogue

Scene 2

Enter Caliban with a burden of wood. A noise of
thunder heard.

CALIBAN
All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
By inchmeal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they’ll nor pinch,
5 Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i’ th’ mire,
Nor lead me like a firebrand in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid ’em. But
For every trifle are they set upon me,
Sometimes like apes, that mow and chatter at me
10 And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
Their pricks at my footfall. Sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness. Lo, now, lo!
15 Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly. I’ll fall flat.
Perchance he will not mind me.
⌜He lies down and covers himself with a cloak.⌝

Enter Trinculo.

TRINCULO Here’s neither bush nor shrub to bear off
any weather at all. And another storm brewing; I
20 hear it sing i’ th’ wind. Yond same black cloud, yond
huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed
his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I
know not where to hide my head. Yond same cloud
cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. ⌜Noticing Caliban.⌝
25 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

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I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday
30 fool 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 doit to
relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a
dead Indian. Legged like a man, and his fins like
35 arms! Warm, o’ my troth! I do now let loose my
opinion, hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an
islander that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt.
⌜Thunder.⌝ Alas, the storm is come again. My best
way is to creep under his gaberdine. There is no
40 other shelter hereabout. Misery acquaints a man
with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the
dregs of the storm be past.
⌜He crawls under Caliban’s cloak.⌝

Enter Stephano singing.

STEPHANO
I shall no more to sea, to sea.
Here shall I die ashore—
45 This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man’s funeral.
Well, here’s my comfort.Drinks.
Sings.
The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
  The gunner and his mate,
Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
50  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 savor of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where’er she did itch.
55  Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
This is a scurvy tune too. But here’s my comfort.
Drinks.
CALIBAN Do not torment me! O!

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STEPHANO What’s the matter? Have we devils here? Do
you put tricks upon ’s with savages and men of Ind?
60 Ha? I have not scaped drowning to be afeard now
of your four legs, for it hath been said “As proper a
man as ever went on four legs cannot make him
give ground,” and it shall be said so again while
Stephano breathes at’ nostrils.
CALIBAN 65The spirit torments me. O!
STEPHANO This is some monster of the isle with four
legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the
devil should he learn our language? I will give him
some relief, if it be but for that. If I can recover him
70 and keep him tame and get to Naples with him,
he’s a present for any emperor that ever trod on
neat’s leather.
CALIBAN Do not torment me, prithee. I’ll bring my
wood home faster.
STEPHANO 75He’s in his fit now, and does 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
80 hath him, and that soundly.
CALIBAN Thou dost me yet but little hurt. Thou wilt
anon; I know it by thy trembling. Now Prosper
works upon thee.
STEPHANO Come on your ways. Open your mouth.
85 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. ⌜Caliban drinks.⌝ You
cannot tell who’s your friend. Open your chaps
again.
TRINCULO 90I should know that voice. It should be—but
he is drowned, and these are devils. O, defend me!
STEPHANO 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 foul

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95 speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle
will recover him, I will help his ague. Come.
⌜Caliban drinks.⌝ Amen! I will pour some in thy
other mouth.
TRINCULO Stephano!
STEPHANO 100Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy,
this is a devil, and no monster! I will leave him; I
have no long spoon.
TRINCULO Stephano! If thou be’st Stephano, touch me
and speak to me, for I am Trinculo—be not
105 afeard—thy good friend Trinculo.
STEPHANO If thou be’st Trinculo, come forth. I’ll pull
thee by the lesser legs. If any be Trinculo’s legs,
these are they. ⌜He pulls him out from under Caliban’s
cloak.⌝ Thou art very Trinculo indeed. How
110 cam’st thou to be the siege of this mooncalf? Can
he vent Trinculos?
TRINCULO I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke.
But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I
hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm
115 overblown? I hid me under the dead mooncalf’s
gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living,
Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scaped!
STEPHANO Prithee, do not turn me about. My stomach
is not constant.
CALIBAN, ⌜aside⌝ 120These be fine things, an if they be not
sprites. That’s a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
I will kneel to him.
⌜He crawls out from under the cloak.⌝
STEPHANO, ⌜to Trinculo⌝ How didst thou scape? How
cam’st thou hither? Swear by this bottle how thou
125 cam’st hither—I escaped upon a butt of sack, which
the sailors heaved o’erboard—by this bottle, which
I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands,
since I was cast ashore.

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CALIBAN I’ll swear upon that bottle to be thy true
130 subject, for the liquor is not earthly.
STEPHANO, ⌜to Trinculo⌝ Here. Swear then how thou
escapedst.
TRINCULO Swum ashore, man, like a duck. I can swim
like a duck, I’ll be sworn.
STEPHANO 135Here, kiss the book.⌜Trinculo drinks.⌝
Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made
like a goose.
TRINCULO O Stephano, hast any more of this?
STEPHANO The whole butt, man. My cellar is in a rock
140 by th’ seaside, where my wine is hid.—How now,
mooncalf, how does thine ague?
CALIBAN Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
STEPHANO Out o’ th’ moon, I do assure thee. I was the
man i’ th’ moon when time was.
CALIBAN 145I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee.
My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy
bush.
STEPHANO Come, swear to that. Kiss the book. I will
furnish it anon with new contents. Swear.
⌜Caliban drinks.⌝
TRINCULO 150By this good light, this is a very shallow
monster. I afeard of him? A very weak monster. The
man i’ th’ moon? A most poor, credulous monster!
—Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
CALIBAN I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ th’ island,
155 and I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god.
TRINCULO By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
monster. When ’s god’s asleep, he’ll rob his bottle.
CALIBAN I’ll kiss thy foot. I’ll swear myself thy subject.
STEPHANO Come on, then. Down, and swear.
⌜Caliban kneels.⌝
TRINCULO 160I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed
monster. A most scurvy monster. I could
find in my heart to beat him—

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STEPHANO Come, kiss.
TRINCULO —but that the poor monster’s in drink. An
165 abominable monster.
CALIBAN
I’ll show thee the best springs. I’ll pluck thee berries.
I’ll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve.
I’ll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
170 Thou wondrous man.
TRINCULO A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder
of a poor drunkard.
CALIBAN, ⌜standing⌝
I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow,
And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts,
175 Show thee a jay’s nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmoset. I’ll bring thee
To clustering filberts, and sometimes I’ll get thee
Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
STEPHANO I prithee now, lead the way without any
180 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 again.
CALIBAN sings drunkenly
Farewell, master, farewell, farewell.
TRINCULO 185A howling monster, a drunken monster.
CALIBAN ⌜sings⌝
No more dams I’ll make for fish,
  Nor fetch in firing
  At requiring,
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish.
190  ’Ban, ’ban, Ca-caliban
  Has a new master. Get a new man.
Freedom, high-day! High-day, freedom! Freedom,
high-day, freedom!
STEPHANO O brave monster! Lead the way.
They exit.

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Act 1, scene 1

Act 1, scene 2

Act 2, scene 1

Act 2, scene 2

Act 3, scene 1

Act 3, scene 2

Act 3, scene 3

Act 4, scene 1

Act 5, scene 1

Act 5, epilogue