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

Cal. I'll fhew thee the beft fprings; I'll pluck thee

I'll fish for thee, 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 monfter, to make a won der of a poor drunkard.

Cal. I pr'ythee 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 Young fcamels from the ock. Wilt thou go with me? Ste. I pr'ythee now lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company 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, master; farewel

Trin. A howling monfter; a drunken monfter!
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish,

Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
Nor fcrape trencher, nor wash dish.
Ban', Ban', Cacalyban

Has a new mafter, get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day, hey-day freedom. freedom, hey

day freedom!

Ste. O brave monfter, lead the way.






Profpero's Cave:

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.


HERE be fome fports are painful, but their labour

Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of baseness

Are nobly undergone, and moft poor


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 harshness. I must move
Some thousands of thefe logs, and pile them up
Upon a fore injunction.. My fweet mistress

Weeps when the fees me work, and fays fuch bafenels
Had never like executor; I forget;

But thefe fweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labours, Leaft bufie when I do it.

Enter Miranda, and Profpero at a distance unseen.

Mira. Alas, now pray you

Work not fo hard; I would the lightning had

Most busy least.


Burnt up thofe logs that thou'rt enjoin'd to pile:
Pray fet it down, and reft you; when this burns
Twill weep for having weary'd you: my father
Is hard at ftudy, pray now reft your felf,

He's fafe for thefe three hours.

Fer. O moft dear mistress,

The fun will fet before I fhall discharge
What I muft ftrive 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.

Fer. No, precious creature,


I'ad rather crack my finews, break my
Than you fhould fuch difhonour undergo,
While I fit lazy by.

1, Mira. It would become me

As well as it does you; and I fhould do it

ki With much more eafe; for my good will is to it,

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And yours it is against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected,

This vifitation fhews it.

Mira. 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 fet it in my prayers)

What is your name?

Mira. Miranda. O my father,

I've broke your heft, to say fo.

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· Fer. Admir'd Miranda!

Indeed the top of admiration, worth

What's deareft to the world; full 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 fev'ral virtues
Have I lik'd fev'ral women, never any
With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the nobleft grace fhe ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, you,
So perfect, and fo peerlefs, 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
I'm skillefs of; but by my modefty,

(The jewel in my dower) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a fhape,
Befides your felf, to like of. But I prattle:
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I do forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition,

A Prince, Miranda; I do think a King;

(I would not fo) and would no more endure This wooden flavery, than I would fuffer

The flesh-flie blow my mouth. Hear my foul fpeak The very inftant that I faw you, did

My heart fly to your fervice, there refides

To make me flave to it, and for your fake

Am I this patient log-man.

Mira. Do you love me?

Fer. O heav'n, O earth, bear witnefs to this found,

And crown what I profefs with kind event,

If I fpeak true; if hollowly, invert

What beft is boaded me, to mischief! I

Beyond all limit of what else i'th' world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira. I am a fool

To weep at what I'm glad of

Pro. Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections! heav'ns rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em.

Fer. Wherefore weep you?

Mira. At mine unworthinefs, that dare not offer What I defire to give, and much less take What I fhall die to want: but this is trifting, And all the more it feeks to hide it felf,

The bigger bulk it fhews. Hence bafhful 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 fervant,
d, Whether you will or no.

Fer. My miftrefs, deareft,

And I thus humble ever.

Mira. My husband then?

Fer. Ay, with a heart fo willing

As bondage e'er of freedom; here's my hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel

Till half an hour hence.

Fer. A thoufand, thoufand.

Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are furpriz'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book, For yet ere fupper-time muft I perform Much bufinefs appertaining.




The other part of the Island.

Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo.

Ste. TEL. Water, not a drop before; therefore

not me; when the butt is out we will

bear up, and board 'em, fervant monfter; drink to


Trin. Servant monfter! the folly of this Inland! they fay there's but five upon this Ile; we are three of them, if the other two be brain'd like us, the state


Ste. Drink, fervant monfter, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almoft fet in thy head.

Trin. Where fhould they be fet elfe? he were a brave monfter indeed if they were fet in his tail,

Ste. My man-monfter hath drown'd his tongue in fack,

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