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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 neft, and inftruct thee how To fnare the nimble marmazet; I'll bring thee To cluft'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee Young'fea-malls 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 elfe being drown'd, we will inherit here. Here, bear my bottle; fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewel, mafter 5 farewel, farewel.
Trin. A howling monfter; a drunken monster!
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish,
Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
Nor fcrape trencher, nor wafh difb.
Ban', Ban', Cacalyban

Has a new mafter, get a new man.

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

freedom!

Ste. O brave monster, lead the way.

[Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENE I.

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Profpero's Cave.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

FERDINAND.

HERE be fome fports are painful, but their labour
Delight in them Iets off: fome kinds of bafenefs

Are nobly undergone, and moft poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task wou'd be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious, but

I fcamels or fhamois

The

The mistress which I ferve quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleafures: O, the is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed:
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must move
Some thousands of thefe logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore injunction. My fweet mistress

Weeps when the fees me work, and fays, fuch bafenefs
Had never like executor; I forget,

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'Nay, thefe fweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour, Leaft bufie when I do it.

Enter Miranda, and Profpero at a distance unfeen.

Mira. Alas! now, pray you,

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

Fer. O most 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't 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 fhould do it,
With much more eafe; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art

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Infected, and this vifitation' fhews it.

Mira. You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble miftrefs, 'tis fresh morning with me,

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When

When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly that I might fet 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 fev'ral virtues
Have I lik'd fev'ral women, never any
With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the nobleft grace fhe ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, O you,
So perfect, and fo peerlefs, are created
Of every creature's best.

Mira. I do not know

One of my fex; no woman's face remember,
Save from my glafs mine own; nor have I feen
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 wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a fhape,
Befides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I 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 suffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my foul speak;
The very inftant that I faw you, did
My heart fly to your service, there refides
To make me flave to it, and for your fake
Am I this patient log-man.

Mira.

Mira. Do you love me?

Fer. O heav'n, O earth, bear witness to this found, And crown what I profefs with kind event,

If I fpeak true; if hollowly, invert

What best is boaded me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of 5 'aught elfe 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 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 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, 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 fervant,
Whether you will or no.

Fer. My mistress, dearest,
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 thousand, thousand.

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

[Exeunt.

[Exit.

SCENE

5 what

S CE NE II.

Another part of the Island.

Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo.

ELL not me; when the butt is out, we will

Ste. TE

drink water, not a drop before; therefore bear up, and board 'em; fervant monster, drink to me.

Trin. Servant monfter! the folly of this Inland! they fay there's but five upon this Ifle; we are three of them, if the other two be brain'd like us, the ftate totters.

Ste. Drink, fervant monfter, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be fet elfe? he were a brave monster indeed if they were fet 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 fhore, five and thirty leagues, off and on; by this light thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.

Trin. Your lieutenant, if you lift; he's no standard. Ste. We'll not run, monfieur monster.

Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lye like dogs, and yet fay nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, fpeak 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 monfter, I am in case to justle a constable; why, thou debofh'd fish thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk fo much fack as I to-day? wilt thou tell me a monftrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monfter?

Cal. Lo, how he mocks me: wilt thou let him, my lord?

Trin.

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