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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.]

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, Ca-Caliban

Has a new master-get a new man.

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

hey-day, freedom !

Steph. O brave monster! Lead the way.

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I. Before PROSPERO's cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

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

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 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 labours;

Most busiest when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.

Alas, now, pray you,

Mir. 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,

"T will weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours.

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

Mir.

O most dear mistress,

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 dishonour 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; 't is fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech youChiefly 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!

Fer. Admired Miranda ! 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 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.

Mir. 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.

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

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, honour you.

Mir.

I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of.

Fair encounter

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

Wherefore weep you?

Fer.
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,
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.

And I thus humble ever.

Mir.

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 farewell,

Till half an hour hence.

Fer.

A thousand thousand! [Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA 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.

[Exit.

SCENE II. Another part of the island. Enter CALIBAN with a bottle; STEPHANO and TRINCULO following.

Steph. 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.

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

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