And that a strange one too, which did awake me :
I fhak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise,
That's verity: "Tis beft we ftand upon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further
search

For my poor fon.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, fure, i' the island.

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have done.

So, king, go fafely on to feek thy fon.

SCENE

[Afide. [Exeunt.

II.

Another part of the island.

Enter Caliban with a burden of wood: A noife of thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the fun fucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a difeafe! His fpirits hear me,

And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin fhows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but

For every trifle they are fet upon me:

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Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,

That's verity.] The old copy reads, that's verily. STEEVENS. 9 that moc, &c.] i. e. Make mouths. So in the old ver Gion of the Pfalmus:

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-making moes at me."

So in the old mystery of Candlemas-Day, 1512:

"And make them to lye and mowe like an ape."

STEEVENS.

So in Nafhe's Apologie of Pierce Penniless, 1593: "Found nobody at home but an ape, that fate in the porch "and made mops and mows at him." ́Malone.

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And

And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hifs me into madnefs :-Lo! now! lo!

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a fpirit of his; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in flowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bufh nor fhrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it fing i' the wind: yond' fame black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor. If it fhould thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' fame cloud cannot chufe but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish:

-wound] Enwrapped by adders wound or twisted about me. JOHNSON.

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-looks like a foul bumbard-] This term again occurs in The First Part of Henry IV." that fwoln parcel of dropfies, that huge bumbard of fack". -and again in Henry VIII. "And here you lie baiting of bumbards, when ye fhould do fer"vice." By thefe feveral paffages, 'tis plain, the word meant. a large veffel for holding drink, as well as the piece of ordnance fo called. THEOBALD.

Ben Jonfon, in his Mafque of Augurs, confirms the conjecture of Theobald." The poor cattle yonder are paffing away the "time with a cheat loaf, and a bumbard of broken beer."

So in Middleton's Inner Temple Mafque, 1619:-" they would "have beat out his brains with bombards."

So again in The Martyr'd Soldier, by Shirley, 1638.
His boots as wide as the black-jacks,

"Or bumbards tofs'd by the king's guards."

And it appears from a paffage in Ben Jonion's Mafque of Love Reftor'd, that a bombard-man was one who carried about provifions. I am to deliver into the buttery fo many firkins of aurum potabile, as it delivers out bombards of bouge," &c.

Again in Decker's Match me in London, 1631.

"You are afcended up to what you are, from the black-jack to the bumbard diftillation." STEEVENS,

he

he fmells like a fifh; a very ancient and fifh-like finell; a kind of, not of the neweft, Poor-John. A ftrange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I was) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of filver: there would this monster + make a man; any strange beaft there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to fees a. dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins likę arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that has lately fuffer'd by a thunder-bolt. Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other fhelter hereabout:

3 this fish painted.] To exhibit fishes, either real or imaginary, was very common about the time of our author. So in Maine's comedy of the City Match:

"Enter Bright, &c. hanging out the picture of a strange fish." "This is the fifth fish now

"That he hath fhewn thus."

It appears, from the books at Stationers' Hall, that in 1604 was published," A ftrange reporte of a monstrous filh, that appeared in the form of a woman from her waist upward, feene in the fea," STEEVENS.

4-make a man ;] That is, make a man's fortune. So in Midfummer Night's Dream-" we are all made men." JOHNSON. So in Ram-alley, or Merry Tricks, 1611:

"Was born to make us all." STEEVENS.

5 - -a dead Indian.-] And afterwards-Men of Inde. Probably fome allufion to a particular occurrence, now obscured by time. In Henry VIII. the porter asks the mob, if they think fome ftrange Indian, &c. is come to court.

In the year 1577 was entered on the books of the Stationers' Company, "A defcription of the purtrayture and fhape of those "ftrange kinde of people whiche the wurthie Mr. Martin Four"bofier brought into England in A°. 1576." STEEVENS. 6 let loofe my opinion, &c.] So in Love's Labour's Loft: -Now you will be my purgation, and let me loofe." STEEVENS.

7 his gaberdine ;-] A gaberdine is properly the coarfe frock or outward garment of a peasant. Ital. gaverdina.

So

hereabout: Mifery acquaints a man with ftrange bedfellows I will here fhrowd, till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter Stephano finging, a bottle in his hand.

Ste. Ifball no more to fea, to fea,

Here fhall I dye a-fhore,

This is a very fcurvy tune to fing at a man's funeral: Well, here's my comfort.

The mafter, the fwabber, the boatfwain and I,

The

gunner

and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate:

For fhe had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a failor, Go, hang:

[Drinks.

She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a taylor might fcratch her where-e'er fhe did itch:
Then to fea, boys, and let her go hang.

This is a scurvy tune too: But here's

my comfort.

[Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: Oh! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with favages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'fcap'd drowning, to be afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been faid, As proper a man as ever went upon four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at noftrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me: Oh!

Ste. This is fome monster of the ifle, with four legs; who has got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil fhould he learn our language? I will give him fome relief, if it be but for that: If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with

So in Look about you, 1600:

"I'll conjure his gaberdine." The gaberdine is still worn by the peasants in Suffex. STEEVENS.

him, he's a prefent for any emperor that ever trod on neats-leather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home fafter.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wifeft: He shall tafte of my bottle: if he 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 fhall pay for him that hath him, and that foundly.

Cal. Thou doft me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, 'I know it by thy trembling: Now Profper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, I cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that foundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

Trin. I fhould know that voice: It should be,But he is drown'd; and these are devils: O! defend me!

Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to fpeak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle

-too much-] Too much means, any fum, ever so much. As in the Merry Wives: "More money than I'll speak of." STEEVENS. 9 I know it by thy trembling:] This tremor is always reprefented as the effect of being poffefs'd by the devil. So in the Comedy of Errors:

Mark how he trembles in his extafy!" STEEVENS. -cat-] Alluding to an old proverb, that good liquor will make a cat fpeak. STEEVENS.

2 His forward voice, &c.] The perfon of Fame was anciently defcribed in this manner. So in Penelope's Web, by Greene, 1601: "Fame hath two faces, readie as well to back-bite as to "flatter." STEEVENS.