Ste. 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 berries;

I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough. 165

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!

Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;

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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 clust'ring filberts and sometimes I'll get

thee

Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou

me?

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go with

Ste. I prithee 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 180 Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

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 trenchering, nor wash dish.

'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban

Has a new master, get a new man.

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

dom, hey-day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! Lead the way.

Exeunt.

ACT THIRD

SCENE I

[Before Prospero's cell.]

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their labour

Delight in them sets off; some kinds of base

ness

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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, 10
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

labours,

Most busy least, when I do it.

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Enter Miranda; and Prospero [at a distance, unseen]. Alas, now, pray you,

Mir.

Fer.

Mir.

Fer.

Mir.

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.

father

My

Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself; 20
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 you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.

It would become me

As well as it does you; and I should do it

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With much more ease, for my good will is to

it,

And yours it is against.

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Pros.

Poor worm, thou art infected!

This visitation shows it.

Mir.

You look wearily.

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

Mir.

Fer.

Mir.

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 say so!

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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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The harmony of their tongues hath into bond

age

Brought my too diligent ear; for several vir

tues

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 45
And put it to the foil; but you, 0 you,
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