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Cal. I'll shew thee the best Springs; I'll pluck thee Berela ries; 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 won

drous Man. DE Tri. A most ridiculous Monster, to make a Wonder of a poor Drunkard.

Cal. I prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow, and I nl with my long Nails will dig thee Pig-nuts; show thee a

Jay's Nest, and instruct thee how to snare the nimble Mar

mazet; I'll bring thee to cluftring Filberds, and sometimes i III


Scamels from the Rock: Wilt thou with me?

Ste. I prethee now lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our Company else being drown'd, we will inherit here; here, bear my Bottle; Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Caliban sings drunkenly. # Farewel, Master; farewel, farewel.

Tri. A howling Monster; a drunken Monster.
Cal. No more Dams I'll make for Fish,

Nor fetch in firing, at requiring, 3

Nor scrape Trenchering, nor was Dish.
Baw, Bo, Cacalyban

Has a new Master, get a new Man.
Freedom, hey-day, hey-day Freedom, Freedom, hey-day
Ste. O brave Monster, lead the



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Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.
Fer. TH

"HERE 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 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 Injun&ion; my sweet Mistress
Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such Basemels
Had never like Executor; I forget;
But these sweet Thoughts do even refresh my Labours,
Most bufie least, when I do it:

Enter Miranda, and Prospero at a Distance unseen.
Mira. Alas, now pray you:
Work not so hard; I would the Lightning had
Burnt up those Logs that thou art enjoynd to pile :
Pray set it down, and rest you; when this burns
'Twill weep for having weary'd you ; my Father
Is hard at Study, pray now rest your self,
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 fit 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 Dishonor 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 Eale; 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.

Fer. No, noble Mistress, 'tis fresh Morning with me,
When you are by at Night. I do befeech you;
Chiefly that I might set it in my Prayers,
What is your Name?

Mira. Miranda. O my Father,
I have broke your Hest to say so.

Fer. Admir'd Miranda,
Indeed the Top of Admiration, worth


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What's dearest to the World; full many a Lady
I have ey'd with best Regard, and many a time
Th’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 fome Defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest Grace she ow'd,
And put it to the Foil. But you, O you,
So perfe&, and so peerless, are created
Of every Creatures best.

Mira. 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 Friends
And my dear Father; how Features are abroad
I am skilless of; but 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 your self, 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-flie blow my Mouth. Hear my Soul speak;
The very instant that I faw you, did
My Heart fly to your Service, there resides
To make me Slave to it, and for your fake
Am I this patient Log-man.

Mira. Do you love me!

Fer. O Heav'n, 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 boaded me, to Mischief; T,
Beyond all limit of what else i'th' World,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira. I am a Fool
weep at what I am glad of.
Pro. Fair Encounter

Of two most rare Affections! Heav'ns rain Grace
On that which breeds between 'em.

Fer. Wherefore weep you?

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,
And all the more it seeks to hide it felf,
The bigger Bulk it fhews. Hence bashful Cunning,
And prompt me plain arsd holy Innocence.
I am your Wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I'll dye your Maid: To be your Fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your

Whether you will or nos

Fer. My Miftress, deareft, And I thus humble ever.

Mira. My Husband then?

Fer. Ay, with a Heart fo willing
As Bondage e'er of Freedom; here's my Hand.

Mira. And mine, with my Heart in't; and now farewel 'Till half an Hour hence. Fer. A thousands thoufand.

[Exeunt. Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surpriz’d with all; but my rejoycing. At nothing can be more. I'll to my Book, For yet e'er Supper time must I perform Much Business appertaining.


. S CE NE II. Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo. 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 Ine; 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 fet 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, e'er I could


recover the Shore, five and thirty Leagues, off and on; by this Light thou shalt be my Lieutenant, Monster, or my

Standard. 1 · Trin. Your Lieutenant, if you list, he's no Standard.

Ste. We'll not run, Monsieur Monster.

Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lye like Dogs, and yet say nothing neither. 3 Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy Life, if thou beest a good Moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy Honour ? Let me lick thy Shooe ; I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant Monster, I am in case to justle a Constable; why, thou debosh'd Fish, thou, was there ever Man a Coward, that hath drunk so much Sack as I to Day? wilt thou tell me a monstrous Lie, being but half a Fish and half a Monster?

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 prethee.

Ste. Trinculo, keep a good Tongue in your Head; if you prove a Mutineer, the next Tree the


my. Subject, and he shall not suffer Indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd once E

again to hearken to the Suit I made to thee?

Ste. Marry will I; kneel and repeat it,
I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invisible. 1

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 lielt.

Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting Monkey thou,
I would my valiant Mafter would destroy thee ;
I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's Tale, 7 By this Hand, I will supplant some of your Teeth.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.
Ste. Mum then, and no more ; proceed.
Cab. I say by Sorcery. he got this Illes

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