How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?

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Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke: -But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown'd. 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 'scap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprights. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear, by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

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

Ste. Here; swear then, how escap'dst thou?

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Trin. Swom a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou can'st swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague?

Cal.

Cal, Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven ?

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

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; my mistress shew'd me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush.

Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.

Trin. By this good light this is a very shallow monster:-I afraid of him!-a very weak monster:— The man i' the moon!-a most poor credulous monster:- -Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. 521 Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o' the isle; And I will kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee be my god.

Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his 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 puppyheaded monster: A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him

Ste. Come, kiss.

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Trin. -But that the poor monster's in drink; An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll shew 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 wond'rous man.

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Trin.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a won

der of

a poor

drunkard.

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Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs

grow;

And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee
To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee
Young scamels from the rock: Wilt thou go with

me?

Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company being drown'd, we will inherit here.-Here ; bear my bottle! Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

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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!

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

ACT

ACT III. SCENE I.

Before PROSPERO's cell. Enter FERDINAND bearing a log.

Ferdinand.

THERE be some sports are painful, but their labour
Delight in them sets off; some kinds of baseness
Are robly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This

my mean task
Woud be as heavy to me, as odious; but
The nistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And nakes 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

baseness

Had ne'er like executor. I forget:

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says, such

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours ; Most busy-less, when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA, and PROSPERO at a distance.

Mira. 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 weary'd you: My father 20

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Is

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.

Mira. 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.

Mira. 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.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation shews it.

Mira. You look wearily.

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Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with

me,

When you are by at night. I do beseech you (Chiefly that I might set in my prayers),

What is your name?

Mira. Miranda :

I have broke

your hest to

-O my father,

say so!

Fer. Admir'd Miranda!

Indeed, the top of admiration; worth

What's dearest to the world; full many a lady

I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time

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