Upon a fore injunction. My sweet mistress

Weeps when the fees me work, and says, such baseness
Had ne'er like executor; I forget;

But these sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour,
Moft busy-less, when I do it.

Enter Miranda; and Profpero, at a distance unseen. MIRA. Alas, now, pray you,

Work not fo hard; I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile
Pray, fet it down and reft you; when this burns,
"Twill weep for having wearied you: my father
Is hard at study; pray now, reft yourself;
He's fafe for these three hours.

FER. O moft dear mistress,

The fun will fet before I fhall discharge
What I muft ftrive 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,

l'ad rather crack my finews, break my back

Than you fhould fuch difhonour undergo,
While I fit lazy by.

MIRA. It would become me,

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

With much more eafe; for my good will is to it,

PRO. Poor worm! thou art infected;

This vifitation fhews it.

MIRA. You look wearily.

Fzz. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me,

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

What is your name?

MIRA. Miranda. O my father,

I've broke your heft to fay fo.

FER. Admir'd Miranda!

Indeed, the top of admiration : worth

What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I've ey'd with beft regard, and many a time
Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear; for feveral virtues
Have I lik'd feveral women, never any
With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the nobleft grace the ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, O you,
So perfect, and fo peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

MIRA. I do not know

One of my fex; 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'm skillefs of; but, by my modefty,

(The jewel in my dower) I would not with
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a fhape,

Befides yourfelf, 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 fo!) and would no more endure

This wooden flavery, than I would fuffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my foul fpeakThe very inftant that I faw you, did

My heart fly to your fervice, there refides

To make me flave 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 found,

And crown what I profess with kind event,

If I fpeak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boaded me, to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what else i' th' world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

MIRA. I am a fool,

To weep at what I'm glad of.

PRO. Fair encounter

Of two moft rare affections! heav'ns rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!

FER. Wherefore weep you?

MIRA. At mine unworthinefs, that dare not offer,

What I defire to give: and much less take,

What I fhall die to want. But this is trifling;

And all the more it feeks to hide itself,

The bigger bulk it fhews. Hence, bathful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence.
I am your wife, if you will marry me ;
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your
You may deny me; but I'll be your fervant,
Whether you will or no.

FER. My mistress, deareft,

And I thus humble ever.

MIRA. My husband then?

fellow

FER. Ay, with a heart as willing

As bondage e'er of freedom. Here's my hand.

MIRA. And mine, with my heart in't. And now fare

wel,

"Till half an hour hence.

FER. A thousand, thousand.

PRO. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are furpriz'd withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere fupper-time, must I perform Much business appertaining.

SCENE II.

Changes to another part of the island.

[Exeunt.

[Exit.

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 fay, there's but five upon this ifle, we are three of them, if the other two be brain'd like us, the state totters.

STE. Drink, fervant-monster, when I bid thee. Thy eyes are almost fet in thy head.

TRIN. Where fhould they be fet elfe? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

STE. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in fack: for my part, the fea cannot drown me. I fwam, ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues, off and on; by this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monfter, or my ftandard.

TRIN. Your lieutenant, if you lift; he's no ftandard.
STE. We'll not run, monfieur monster.

TRIN. Nor go neither: but you'll lie like dogs, and yet fay nothing neither.

STE. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beeft a good moon-calf.

CAL. How does thy honour? let me lick thy fhoe; I'll not ferve him, he is not valiant.

TRIN. Thou lieft, most ignorant monster, I am in cafe to justle a constable; why, thou debosh'd fish, thou, was there ever a man a coward that hath drunk fo much fack as I to-day? wilt thou tell 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 !

fuch a natural!

That a monfter fhould be

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 moniter's my fubject, and he fhall not fuffer indignity.

CAL. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the fuit I made to thee?

STE. Marry will I; kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and fo fhall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invisible.

CAL. As I told thee before, I am fubject to a tyrant, a forcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island. ARI. Thou lieft.

CAL. Thou lieft, thou jefting monkey, thou;