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Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.1
Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee : My mistress show'd me thee, and thy dog, and thy
bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book : I will furnish it anon with new contents : swear.
Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster :-I afeard of him ?- -a very weak monster. The man i' the moon ?
-a most poor, credulous monster. Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the
island; And I will 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 Öll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy
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 show thee the best springs ; I'll pluck
? It was a popular legend, that in the moon's circle could be seen a man, bearing a hundle of sticks, or bush, and leading a dog.
I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a won. der 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;! Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet;? I'll bring thee To clustering filberds; and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells 3 from the rock. Wilt thou
with me? Ste. I pr’ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our com. pany else being drowned, we will inherit here. Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. 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
Ban Ban, Ca-Caliban,
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedun,
hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt.
Before Prospero's cell.
Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful; anii their
labor 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 labors 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
baseness Had ne'er like executor. I forget : But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my la.
Most busy-less, when I do it.