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Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' the moon when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush. 145 Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i' the moon! A most poor credulous 150 monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!

Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island ; And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.

Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when's god's asleep, he'll rob 155 his bottle.

down, and swear.

Cal. I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.
Ste. Come on, then;
Trin. I shall laugh
puppy-headed monster.

myself to death at this

A most scurvy monster! 160

I could find in my heart to beat him,
Ste. Come, kiss.

Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!

Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck

thee berries;

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.

A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,

Thou wondrous man.


Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a 170 wonder of a poor drunkard!

Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts,
Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee


To clustering filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee
Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me

Ste. I prithee now, lead the way without any? more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here: 180 here; bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Cal. sings drunkenly.] Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!
Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster!

Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring;

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish:"

'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban

Has a new master :-get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey

day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! Lead the way. [Exeunt.




SCENE I. Before PROSPERO's cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their

Delight in them sets off: 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 labours pleasures: O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father 's crabbèd,
And he's composed of harshness. 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 labours,
Most busy left when idlest.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen.
Alas, now, pray you,
Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you 're 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 to do.


If you'll sit down,

I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;

I'll carry it to the pile.


No, precious creature;

I'd rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.


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.


Poor worm, thou art infected!

This visitation shows it.


You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me
When you are by at night. I do beseech you,-
Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,-
What is your name?

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Indeed the top of admiration! worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I've eyed with best regard, and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,
And put it to the foil: 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: how features are abroad,
I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,

The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.


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?

Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event,

If I speak true! if hollowly, invert

What best is boded me to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.


To weep at what I'm glad of.


I am a fool

Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!


Wherefore weep you?

Mir. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give; and much less take

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What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;

And all the more it seeks to hide itself,


The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
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.


And I thus humble ever.


My mistress, dearest;

My husband, then?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing

As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.

Mir. And mine, with my heart in't: and now Till half an hour hence.



A thousand thousand!
[Exeunt Fer. and Mir. severally.

Pros. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I'll to my book;
For yet ere supper-time must I perform
Much business appertaining.




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