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Trin. Stephano,

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? mercy! mercy! this is a devil, and no monsfter: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

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Trin Stephano! If thou beft Stephano, touch me, and fpeak to me; for I am Trinculo; be not afraid, thy good friend Trincula.

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Ste. If thou beet Trinculo, come forth, I'll pull thee by the leffer legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, thefe are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: how cam'ft thou to be the fiege of this moon-calf can he vent Trincalo's! IL. fed : RE

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder ftroke: but art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown'd: is the form over-blown hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the form and art thou living, Stephano? ✪ Stephano, two Neapolitans fcap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about, my stomach is not conftant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not. fprights: that's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him.

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Ste. How didft thou fcape? how cam'ft thou hither? fwear, by this bottle, how thou cam'ft hither: I efcap'd upon a butt of fack, which the failors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, fince I was caft a-fhore.

Cal. I'll fwear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not ea thly. 54

Ste. Here: fwear then, how escaped'f thou,

Trin. Swom a-fhore, man, like a duck; I can fwim like a duck, I'll be fworn.

Ste. Here, kifs the book. Though thou canst fwim like a duck, thou art made like a goose, Trin. O Stephano, haft any more of this?

Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by th' fea-fide, where my wine is hid. How now, moon calf, how does thine agueì

Cal

Cal. Haft thou not dropt from heav'n?

Ste. Out o' th' moon, I do affure thee. I was the man in th' moon, when time was.;

Cal. I have feen thee in her; and I do adore thee: my mistress fhew'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bush.. Ste. Come, fwear to that; kifs the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: fwear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very fhallow monfter: (18) I afraid of him? a very fhallow monster: the man i' th' moon ?-a most poor credulous monster: well drawn, monfter, in good footh.

Cal. ' fhew thee every fertile inch o' th' ifle, and I will kils thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god..

Trin. By this light, a moft perfidious and drunken monfter; when his god's afleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. ' kifs thy foot. I'll fwear myself thy fubject. Ste. Come on then; down, and fwear.

Trin. I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monfter a moft fcurvy monfter! I could find in my heart to beat him.

Ste. Come, kifs.

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

Cal. I'll fhew, thee the beft fprings, I'll pluck thee berries,

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

A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wond'rous man.

Trin. A moft ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkarą.

(18) I afraid of him? a very shallow monfier. — -] It is to be obferv'd, Tvinculo is not charg'd with any fear of Caliban; and therefore this feems to come in abruptly; but in this confifts the true humour. His own confcioufnefs, that he had been terribly afraid of him, after the fright was over, drew out this brag. This feems to be one of Shakespeare's fine touches of nature: for that Trinculo had been horribly frighten'd at the monster, and shook with fear of him, while he lay under his gaberdine, is plain, from what Caliban fays, while he is lying there? Thou doft me yet but little harm; thou wilt anon, I know by thy trembling.

Cal

Cal. I pry'thee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Shew thee a jay's neft, and inftruct thee how To fnare the nimble marmazet; I'll bring thee To cluft'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee (19) Young hamois from the rock, Wilt thou go with me? Ste. pr'ythee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company elfe being drown'd, we will inherit here. Here, bear my bottle; fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.. Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewel, mafter; farewel,. farewel

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Trin. A howling monfter; a drunken monfter.
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish,
Nor fetch in firing at requiring, a
Nor fcrape trencher, nor wash dish,
Ban' Ban', Cacaly ban

Has a new mafter, get a new man.

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

Ste. O brave monfter, lead the way,

[Exeunt.

(19) Young feamels from the rack.] I can no where else meet with fuch a word as fcamel, which has poffefs'd all the editions. Shakespeare muft certainly either have wrote fhamois (as Mr. Warburton and I have both conjectur'd) i. e. young kids: or fea-malls. The fea mall, or fea-mell, or fea-mew (according to Willoughby,) is that bird, which is call'd larus cinereus minor; it feeds upon fish, and frequents the banks of lakes. It is not impoffible, but our Poet might here intend this brd. Or, again, (and which comes near to fcamel, in the traces of the letters.) Ray tells us of another bid, call'd the Rannel, the fame with the tinnunculus among the Larins, and xayXPL amongst the Greeks ;) of the bark (pecies. It is no matter which of the three readings we embrace, fo we take a word fignifying the name of fomething in nature.

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SCENE, before Profpero's Cell..

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

FERDINANDA

Here be fome fports are painful, but their labour-
Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of bafenefs
Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task wou'd be
A's heavy to me, as 'tis odious: but

The mistress, which I ferve, quickens what's dead;.
And makes my labours pleasures :: O, fhe is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harfhnefs.. I must move
Some thousands of thefe logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore injunction. My fweet miftrefs

Weeps, when the fees me work, and fays, fuch bafenefs-
Had ne'er like executer; I forget ;.

But thefe fweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour,
Moft bufy-lefs, when I do it. (¿Q)

Enter Miranda; and Profpero, at a distance unseen.

Mira Alas, now pray you,

Work not fo hard; I would the lightning had
Burn't up thofe-logs, that thou'rt enjoin'd to pile:
Pray, fet it down and reft you; when this burns,.
'Twill weep. for having wearied you: my father.

Is hard at ftudy; pray now, reft yourself;:
He's fafe for these three hours.

(20) Least bufy ruben I do it.]. This reading, I prefume, to be Mr. Pope's; for I do not find it authoriz'd by the copies: The two first folio's read;

Moft bufy leaft, when I do it.

"Tis true, this reading is corrupt; but the corruption is fo very little remov'd from the truth of the text, that I can't afford to think well. of my own fagacity for having discover'd it.

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Fer. O most dear mistress,

The fan will fet, before I fhall discharge

What I must strive to do.

Mira. If you'll fit down,

I'll bear your logs the while. Pray give me that,
I'll carry't to the pile.

For. No, precious creature,

Fad rather crack my finews, break my back,
Than you should fuch dishonour undergo,
by.

While I fit old become me,

Mira. It

As well as it does you; and I fhould do it
With much more eafe; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is againft.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

This vifitation fhews it.

Mira. You look wearily.d

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Fer. No, noble miftrefs; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do befeech you, Chiefly that I might fet it in my prayers)

What is your name?

Mira. Miranda. O my father,

I've broke your heft to fay fo.

Fer. Admir'd Miranda!

Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's deareft to the world! full many a Lady.
I've ey'd with beft regard, and many a time
Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage.
Brought my too diligent ear; for feveral virtues
Have I lik'd fevʼral women, never any
With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace the ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, O you,
So perfect, and fo peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Mira. I do not know

One of my fex; no woman's face remember,
Save from my glafs mine own; nor have I feen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father; how features are abroad,

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