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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?

Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?

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

Cal. I have 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 it anon with new contents: swear. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i' the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in 150 good sooth!


I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island; And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! 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 puppyheaded monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,—


Come, kiss.

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

abominable monster!


Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee


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 won-
der of a poor drunkard!




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

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, 180
we'll fill him by and by again.

Cal. [Sings drunkenly.]

Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!

Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster !


No more dams I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring;

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish:

'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban

Has a new master: get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! free- 190

dom, hey-day, freedom!


O brave monster! Lead the way.





Before Prospero's cell.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

There be some sports are painful, and their

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, 10
Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress

Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such

Had never like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,

Most busy lest, when I do it.

Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance, unseen. Mir. 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 wearied you.
My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours.


O most dear mistress,

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

If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile.

No, precious creature ;
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than should such dishonour undergo,


While I sit lazy by.

It would become me

and I should do it

As well as it does you
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is against.



Poor worm, thou art infected!

This visitation shows it.


You look wearily.

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?


Miranda. O my father,

I have broke your hest to

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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 40
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
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best!

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.

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


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.

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