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Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'the island; And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee be my god.

Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his 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,—

Ste. Come, kiss.

Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink : An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;

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 wond'rous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;

And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmozet: I'll bring thee
To clust❜ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee
Young sea-mellss from the rock: Wilt thou go
with me?

Ste. I pr'ythee 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, we'll fill him by and by again.

8 Sea-gulls.

Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell.

[Sings drunkenly. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish ;


Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;
'Ban' Ban, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new master- Get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt.


SCENE I.-Before Prospero's Cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a Log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful; but 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 'tis 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,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such

Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh


Most busy-less, when I do it.

my la

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.

Mira. Alas, now! pray you, Work not so hard: I would the light'ning 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.

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

O most dear mistress,

Mira. 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'd rather crack my sinews, break my back,

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should such dishonour undergo,

While I sit lazy by.


It would become me

As well as it does you: and I should do it
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And your's against.


Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation shews it.


You look wearily. ·

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


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 hest9 to say so!


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 The 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 some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,1 And put it to the foil: But you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.

I do not know

Mira. 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 skill-less 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,

Therein forget.


and my



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 my mouth.-Hear my soul

speak ;

The very instant that I saw you, did

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My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.


Do you love me? 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,
Beyond all limit of what else? i'the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.


To weep at what I am glad of.

I am a fool,

Fair encounter

Pro. Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them!


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 itself,

The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful 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 fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.


And I thus humble ever.


My mistress, dearest,

My husband then?

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 farewell,

Till half an hour hence.

2 Whatsoever.

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