I should know that voice.
It should be—But he is drowned, and these are devils.
Oh, defend me!
Four legs and two voices—a most delicate
His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend.
voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.
If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague.
Doth thy other mouth call me?
This is a devil, and no monster.
I will leave him.
I have no long spoon.
If thou beest Stephano, touch me and speak to me.
For I am Trinculo—be not afeard—thy good friend Trinculo.
If thou beest Trinculo, come forth.
I’ll pull thee by the lesser
If any be Trinculo’s legs, these are they.
But art thou not drowned, Stephano?
I hope now thou art not drowned.
Is the storm 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!
Prithee, do not turn me about.
is not constant.
Swum ashore, man, like a duck.
I can swim like a duck, I’ll be sworn.
Here, kiss the book.
O Stephano, hast any more of this?
The whole butt, man.
Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee.
I was the man i' the moon when time was.
showed me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
I afeard of him!
A very weak monster.
The man i' th' moon!
A most poor credulous
monster.—Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
When ’s god’s asleep, he’ll rob his bottle.
Come on then.
Down, and swear.
I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster.
A most scurvy monster.
I could find in my heart to beat him— But that the poor monster’s in drink.
I’ll show thee the best springs.
I’ll pluck thee berries.
I’ll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
upon the tyrant
that I serve!
A most ridiculous
monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.
I prithee now, lead the way without any 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.
A howling monster, a drunken
O brave monster!
Lead the way.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground: long heath, brown furze, anything.
Some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone.
And most poor matters Point to rich ends.
This my mean task Would be as heavy to me as odious, but The mistress
which I serve quickens what’s dead And makes my labors pleasures.
Oh, she is Ten times more gentle than her father’s crabbed, And he’s composed
I must remove Some thousands of these logs and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction.
My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work, and says such baseness Had never like executor.
I forget, But these sweet thoughts do even refresh
my labors, Most busiest when I do it.
Alas now, pray you, Work not so hard.
I would the lightning
had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile!
Pray, set it down and rest you.
When this burns, 'Twill weep for having wearied you.
My father Is hard at study.
Pray now, rest yourself.
He’s safe for these three hours.
O most dear mistress, The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive
If you’ll sit down, I’ll bear your logs the while.
Pray, give me that.
I’ll carry it to the pile.
It would become me As well as it does you, and I should do it With much more ease, for my good will is to it And yours it is against.
You look wearily.
I do beseech
you— Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers— What is your name?
Miranda.—O my father, I have broke your hest to say so!
Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard and many a time
For several virtues Have I liked several women.
But you, O you, So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature’s best.
I do not know One of my sex, no woman’s face remember— Save, from my glass, mine own.
Nor have I seen More that I may call men than you, good friend, And my dear father.
I am in my condition A prince, Miranda—I do think, a king; I would, not so!—and would no more endure
This wooden slavery
than to suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth.
Hear my soul speak.
The very instant
that I saw you did My heart fly to your service, there resides To make me slave to it, and for your sake Am I this patient log-man.
Do you love me?
O heaven, O earth, bear witness
to this sound And crown what I profess
with kind event
If I speak true!
I Beyond all limit of what else i' th' world Do love, prize, honor you.
I am a fool To weep at what I am glad of.
Wherefore weep you?
At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.
But this is trifling, And all the more it seeks to hide itself The bigger bulk it shows.
I am your wife if you will marry me.
If not, I’ll die your maid.
To be your fellow You may deny me, but I’ll be your servant Whether you will or no.
My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble
My husband, then?
A thousand thousand!
I’ll to my book, For yet ere supper-time must I perform Much business appertaining.
Tell not me.
When the butt is out, we will drink water.
Not a drop before.
Therefore bear up and board 'em.—Servant- monster, drink to me.
The folly of this island.
They say there’s but five upon this isle.
We are three of them.
If th' other two be brained like us, the state totters.
Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee.
Thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
Where should they be set else?
He were a brave monster
indeed, if they were set in his tail.
For my part, the sea cannot drown me.
He’s no standard.
We’ll not run, Monsieur Monster.
Nor go neither.
But you’ll lie like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.
I almost recognize that voice.
It’s—But he’s drowned, and these guys are devils.
Oh, God help me!
Four legs and two voices—a very special monster.
One voice speaks well and talks about his friend.
The other voice is harsh and abusive.
If it takes all the wine in my bottle, I’ll cure him.
Is your other mouth calling
This isn’t a monster, it’s a devil.
I’ll leave him alone.
I have no interest in getting mixed up with the devil.
If you’re Stephano, touch me and speak to me.
I’m Trinculo—don’t be scared—your good friend Trinculo.
If you’re Trinculo, then come out.
I’ll pull on these smaller legs.
If any legs here are Trinculo’s, these are.
But aren’t you drowned, Stephano?
I hope you’re not drowned.
Has the storm passed?
I hid under this monster’s cloak to get out of the storm.
Are you really alive, Stephano?
Oh, Stephano, two men from Naples survived!
Please stop turning me around.
My stomach’s a little upset.
I swam ashore
like a duck.
I can swim like a duck, I swear.
Oh Stephano, do you have any more of that wine?
I’ve got the whole barrel, man.
You come from heaven, don’t you?
No, from the moon, I’m telling you.
I used to be the man in the moon a long time ago.
showed me you in the moon and your dog and your bush.
I can’t believe I was scared of him!
A pretty pathetic
The man in the moon!
What a poor, gullible monster.—That was a nice big gulp, monster!
What a lying, drunken
When his god falls asleep, the monster
his wine bottle.
Come on, then.
Get down and swear it.
I’m going to laugh myself to death over this silly monster.
A rotten, foolish monster.
I could find it in my heart to beat him— Come on, kiss my feet.
An awful monster!
I’ll show you where to get fresh water.
I’ll pick berries for you.
I’ll fish for you and get you plenty of firewood.
I’m serving now can go to hell!
What a silly monster, to think a poor drunk is wonderful.
Show us the way without further delay.—Trinculo, since the king and all our comrades are drowned, we’re the heirs of this place.—Here, carry my wine bottle.—Trinculo, my buddy, we’ll get that bottle refilled soon enough.
A loud-mouthed, drunken
Show us the way.
Right now I’d give a thousand
Some kinds of lowly activities are done for noble reasons.
And you can do poor things that lead to rich results.
This hard work would be boring and nasty to me, but I’m working
for a mistress
who makes me enjoy my labor.
Oh, she’s ten times nicer than her father is mean, and he’s the height
I have thousands of logs to take away and pile up, on strict
orders from him.
My sweet darling
cries when she sees me work and tells me that such a wonderful man never performed such lowly tasks before.
These sweet thoughts relieve
me and refresh
me, especially when I’m slaving away busily.
Now, please, I beg you, don’t work so hard.
I wish the lightning
had burned up all those logs that you’ve been ordered to stack!
Please put that log down and rest a while.
When this wood burns, it’ll weep for making you tired.
My father’s studying hard, so he won’t see you.
So please rest.
We’re safe from my father for at least three hours.
Oh, my dear mistress, I won’t be able to finish this work until sunset
at the earliest.
If you sit down, I’ll carry your logs a while.
Please give me that.
I’ll take it over to the pile.
I’d be as right for the job as you are, and I’d do it more easily, since I’d have good will on my side.
You look tired.
I beg you to tell me your name so I can use it in my prayers.
Miranda.—Oh father, I’ve disobeyed you by telling him that!
I’ve looked at many ladies with pleasure, and been
But with you it’s different.
You’re perfect, without a rival in the world, made up of the best qualities of every creature.
I’ve never known any woman or seen a woman’s face—except my own in the mirror.
And I’ve never met any men besides you and my father.
I’m a prince
by birth, Miranda—maybe even a king now; though I wish I weren’t—and normally
I wouldn’t put up with carrying these logs any more than I’d let flies breed in my mouth.
But I’ll tell you something from my soul.
The second I saw you, my heart rushed to serve you and be your slave, so here I am now, a patient log-man.
Do you love me?
Oh heaven, oh earth, witness
what I’m about to say, and reward
me if I tell the truth!
If I’m lying, then
More than anything else in the world, I love you, value you, and honor you.
Look at me crying—what a fool I am to cry at what makes me happy.
Why are you crying?
I’m crying at how unworthy
I am to give you what I want to give you and to take what I’m dying to have.
The more I try to hide what I’m feeling, the bigger it gets.
I’ll be your wife if you’ll have me.
Otherwise, I’ll die a virgin, devoted
You can refuse to make me your spouse, but I’ll be your servant whether you want me to or not.
You’ll be my wife, dearest, and I’ll serve you forever.
Will you be my husband, then?
A million goodbyes to you.
Now it’s time to get back to my studying, since I have a lot of serious business to take care of before dinner.
Don’t tell me that.
When the barrel’s empty, we’ll drink water.
Not one drop sooner.
Therefore, drink up.—Servant-monster, drink a toast to me.
What a crazy island this is.
They say there are only five people on it.
We’re three of them.
If the other two are as loopy as we are, our country’s in bad shape.
Drink when I order you, servant-monster.
Your eyes look like they’ve sunk into your head.
Where else should his eyes be, if not in his head?
He’d be quite a monster
if his eyes were in his tail.
My man—monster is so drunk he can’t talk.
He’s not standing
straight enough to hold a flag.
We’re not going to run in our army, Monsieur Monster.
Or walk either.
You’ll just lie there like sleeping
dogs and say nothing.