The boat has crashed and the poor jester, Trinculo, is stumbling around the island. He's going a little crazy because the sea water has gone to his head. He starts off looking for some kind of shelter so he can get out of the cold and stumbles upon the fish creature, Calaban.
Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all. And another storm...View Full Monologue Text
Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all. And another storm brewing, I hear it sing i' th' wind. Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bumbard 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. What have we here? 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-the-newest-poor-John. A strange 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 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. Legg'd like a man; and his fins like 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 suffer'd by thunderbolt. [Thunder] Alas, the storm is come again! My best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout. Miser acquaints a man with strange bedfellows; I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.
Age Range: 30s - Early
Dialects: Standard American, Standard English
PlayName: Tempest, The
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Copyright Status: Public domain
AuthorName: William Shakespeare
Eras: 1601-1700, 1501-1600