SCÈNE II.— Une autre Partie de l'Ile

{On entend te bruU du fonnerr^.) Galiban entre t^ee une

charge de hoù.

Calp -^Qne toutes les exhalaisons infectes que le soleil pompe dans les eaux croupissantes des marais fétides retombent sur Prospero» et ne laissent pas une ligne de son corps sans torture I Je sais que les esprits soumis à ses ordres m'entendent , et pourtant je ne puis m'empêcher de le maudire. Us n'oseront d'ailleurs venir, sans son ordre, me pincer, m'effrayer sous leurs hideuses figures de lutins» me plonger dans la mare» ou, tels que

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Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark Out of my way, unless be bid tbem ; but For evcry trifle are they set upon me : Sometime like apes> that moe and chatter at me. And after, bite me ; then like bedge-hogs, whîch Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount Their pricks at my foot-fall ; sometime am I Ail wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues. Do hiss me into madness : — Lo I now 1 lo I

ErUer Trinculo.

Hère comes a spirit of bis ; and to torment me^ For bringing wood in slowly : l'U fall flat; Per chance, he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neitber bush nor shriib, to bear off any wea* ther at bII, and another storm brewing; I bear it singi* the wind : yond' samé black cloud, youd* huge one, looks like a foui bumbard that would shed bis liquor. If it should tbunder, as it did before, I know not vvhere to bide my head : youd' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. — What bave we hère? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish-like.smell; a kind of^ not of tfaenewest, Poor-John. Astrange fish I Were I inËngland now (as once I was,} and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a pièce of silver: there •would tbis monster make a man ; any strangebeast 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. Legg*d like a man I and bis fins like arms I Warm, o* my troth I I do now let loose my opinion , hold it no longer ; tbis is no fish but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a tbunderbolt. (Thunder,) — Alast the storm is come again : my best way is to creep under bis gaberdine ; there is no other sbelter bereabout : Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will hère sfaroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.