This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 Excerpt: ...hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt! Lightning, thunder & rain." Alas, the storme is 36 come againe! my best way is to creepe vnder his Gaberdine; there is no shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellowes. I will here shrowd, till the dregges of the storme be past. Creeps under Cal1bans gaberdine. 40 Enter Stephano singing, & holding a barke Bottle of Sacke. Ste. IJhall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I dye qfliore... This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans Funerall: well, here's my comfort! Drinkes. Sings. The Master, the Swabber, the Boaie-swaine & I, 45 The Gunner, and his Mate, Loud Mall, Meg, and Marxian, and Margerie, But none ofvs car'dsor Kate. 48 For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a Sailor 'goe hang!' jo She loud not thesauour os Tar nor os Pitch; Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch. Then, to Sea, Boyes! and let her goe hang! 53 This is a scuruy tune too: But here's my comfort. Drinks. Cal. Doe not torment me! oh! Ste. What's the matter? Haue we diuels here? Doe you put trickes vpon's, with Saluages, and Men of Inde? 37 Ha! I haue not scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your foure Iegges; for it hath bin said, ' As proper a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him giue ground;' and it (hall be said so againe, while Stephano breathes at' nostrils. 61 Cal. The Spirit torments me! oh! Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle, with foure legs, who hath got (as I take it) an Ague. Where the diuell should he learne our language? I will giue him some reliefe, if 6$ it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Present for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-leather! Cal. Doe not torment me, 'prethee! I'le bring my wood ho...