I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard! Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs° crat apples: grow; 175 clustering filberts, and sometimes I'll get To thee and нази Young scamels from, the rock. Wilt thou go with me? shell firs 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: here; bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. [Sings drunkenly] 180 185 Farewell, master; farewell, farewell! Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster! No more dams I'll make for fish; Cal. Nor fetch in firing At requiring; 190 Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish: Has a new master: get a new man.° Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom! 195 Ste. O brave monster! Lead the way. [Exeunt. о Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their labor Delight in them sets off°: some kinds of baseness Point to rich ends. This my mean task The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead, 5 Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, 10 Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress. Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such base ness Had never like executor. I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors, Most busy lest, when I do it. Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen. Mir. Alas, now, pray you, 15 Work not so hard: I would the lightning had 20 O most dear mistress, Fer. Mir. 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; 25 Fer. I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night. I do beseech you, Admired Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration! worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady Have I liked several women; never any Mir. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face° remember, 45 Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen 50 The jewel in my dower, I would not wish. 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 55 to The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you, did |