At requiring;

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish:
'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-caliban

Has a new master: get a new man.

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

hey-day, freedom!

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

ACT III.

SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful, and
their labor

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 labors pleasures: O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
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

labor,

Most busiless when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance,

Mir.

unseen.

Alas, now, pray you,

Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd 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.

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Fer. O most dear mistress, The sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do.

Mir.

If you'll sit down,

I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that; I'll carry it to the pile.

Fer.

No, precious creature;
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back
Than you should such dishonor undergo,
While I sit lazy by.

Mir.

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.

Pros.

Poor worm, thou art infected!

This visitation shows it.

Mir.

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?

Mir.

Miranda. O my father,

I have broke your hest to say so!

Admired Miranda !

Fer. Indeed the top of admiration! worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time 40 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

Mir. 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.

Fer.

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

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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.

Mir.

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, honor you.

Mir.

I am a fool

To weep at what I am glad of.

Pros.

Fair encounter

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

Fer.

Wherefore weep you?

Mir. At mine unworthiness that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want. But this is trifling, And all the more it seeks to hide itself,

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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.

Fer.

My mistress, dearest;

And I thus humble ever.

Mir.

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

farewell

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Till half an hour hence.
Fer.

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.

SCENE II. Another part of the island.

[Exit.

Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO. Ste. Tell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'em. Servant-monster, drink

to me.

Trin.

Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They say there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

ΙΟ

Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.

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Ste. We'll not run, Monsieur Monster. Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lie like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honor? Let me lick thy shoe.

I'll not serve him; he's not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to jostle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish, thou, was there ever man a coward

that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?

Trin. 'Lord' quoth he! should be such a natural!

That a monster

Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.

Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you prove a mutineer, the next tree! The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Ste. Marry, will I: kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Enter ARIEL, invisible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorceror, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

Ari. Thou liest.

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Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou: I would my valiant master would destroy thee! I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand I will supplant some of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.

Ste. Mum, then, and no more. Proceed. Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him,-for I know thou darest, But this thing dare not,—

Ste. That's most certain.

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Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,

Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.