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! At requiring, Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish : 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 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 Fer. 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 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, Mir. Do you love me? Fer. O heaven! O earth! bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event, 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. And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! Whether you will or no. 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. |