to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.

Cal. Do not torment me, prithee;

I'll bring my wood home faster.

Ste. He's in his fit now, and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; Thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat: open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly [Gives Cal. drink]: you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps again [Gives Cal. drink].

Trin. I should know that voice: it should be but he is drowned; and these are devils: O, defend me!

Ste. Four legs and two voices, -a most delicate monster! His forward voice, now, is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. [Gives Cal. drink.] Come, Amen! I will pour some in thy

other mouth.

Trin. Stephano!

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Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? - Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trin. Stephano! - if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo, be not afeard, — thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. [Draws Trin. out by the legs from under Caliban's garment.] — Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope, now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scaped!

Ste. Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

Cal. [aside] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:

I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou scape? How camest thou hither? swear, by this bottle, how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; swear, then, how thou escapedst.

Trin. Swam ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book [Gives Trin. drink]. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this?

Ste. The whole butt, man: sea-side, where my wine is hid. does thine ague?

my cellar is in a rock by the

How now, moon-calf! how

Cal. Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?

Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man-i'the-moon when time was.

it

Cal. I've seen thee in her, and I do adore thee:

My mistress show'd me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book:- I will furnish anon with new contents: [Gives Cal. drink. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! -I afeard of him! a very weak monster:- the man-i'-the

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swear.

moon! —a most poor credulous monster!— Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;

And I'll kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.

Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken mon

ster! when 's god 's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

Cal. I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.
Ste. Come on, then; down, and swear.

Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster: a most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,

Ste. Come, kiss.

[Gives Cal. drink.

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

Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.

A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,

Thou wondrous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard!

Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
To clustering filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee
Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?

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. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell! [Sings drunkenly. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster!

Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring;

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

freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way.

ACT III.

SCENE I. Before PROSPERO's cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

[Exeunt.

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 'tis 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 compos'd 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 labour;
Most busiless when I do it.

Mir.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO behind.
Alas, now, pray you,
Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you're 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.

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 't 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.

As well as it does you: and I should do it
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours 'tis 'gainst.

Pros. [aside]

This visitation shows it.

Mir.

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?

Indeed the top of admiration; worth

What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I've ey'd 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 lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,
And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best!

One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen