The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Mira. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, 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 I would suffer The flesh-fly blow mouth speak ; my The very instant that I saw you, did 50 60 70 Hear my soul My heart fly to your service; there resides, To make me slave to it; and, for your sake, Mira. Mira. Do love me? 79 you 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, Mira. I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of. Pro. Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain On that which breeds between them! Fer. Wherefore weep you? grace 90 Mira. 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; The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful cunning! I am your wife, if If not, I'll die your maid: to be Whether you will or no. Fer. My mistress, dearest, And I thus humble ever. Mira. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't and now farewell, Till half an hour hence. Fer. A thousand, thousand ! Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere supper-time, must I perform Much business appertaining. SCENE II. [Exeunt. 110 [Exit. Another part of the island. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, with a bottle. Ste. 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 the other two be brain'd like us, the state totters. Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head. Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack for my part the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, leagues, off and on, by this light.-Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. 130 Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard. Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lie, like dogs : and yet say nothing neither. Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou be'st a good moon-calf. Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe: I'll not serve him, he is not valiant. Trin. Thou ly'st, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: why, thou debosh'd fish thou, was there ever a man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, heing half a fish, and half a monster ? 143 Cal. Lo, how he mocks me; wilt thou let him, my lord? Trin. Lord, quoth he!- -that a monster should be such a natural! Cal. Lo, lo, again: bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree -The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity. Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee? Ste. Marry will I; kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. 155 Enter Enter ARIEL invisible. Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant; a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island. Ari. Thou ly'st. Cal. Thou ly'st, thou jesting monkey, thou; I would my valiant master would destroy thee: I do not lie. 160 Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing. Ste. Mum then, and no more-[To Caliban.] Proceed. Cal. I say, by sorcery he got Ste. That's most certain. 170 Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compass'd! Canst thou bring me to the party? Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou ly'st, thou canst not. 180 Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? Thou scurvy patch!— I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, And take his bottle from him: when that's gone, He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not shew him Where the quick freshes are. Ste. |