fter: I afeard of him?-a very weak monster:-The man i' the moon?-a most poor credulous monster :— Well drawn, monster, in good footh, CAL. I'll fhew the every fertile inch o' the island; And kifs 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 fwear myself thy fubject. STE. Come on then; down, and swear, TRIN. I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster; A moft fcuryy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him, STE. Come, kifs. TRIN. -but that the poor monster's in drink: An abominable monster! [berries; CAL. I'll fhew thee the beft fprings; I'll pluck thee I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, TRIN. A moft ridiculous monfter; 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 neft, and instruct thee how To fnare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To cluft'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee Young fea-mells 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. bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him Here; bear my by and by again. CAL. Farewell mafter; farewell, farewell. [Sings drunkenly. TRIN. A howling monster; a drunken monster. Nor fetch in firing At requiring, Nor fcrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Has a new mafter—Get a new man. Freedom, hey-dey! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey day, freedom! STE, O brave monster! lead the way.' ACT III. SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S Cell. [Exeunt. FER. There be some sports are painful; but their labour The mistress, which I ferve, quickens what's dead, Weeps when she fees me work; and fays, fuch baseness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busy-less, when I do it. Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. 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! FER. O moft dear mistress, The fun will fet, before I fhall discharge MIRA. If you'll fit down, I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that; FER. No, precious creature: I had rather crack my finews, break my back, 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, And yours against. PRO. Poor worm! thou art infected; This vifitation fhews it. MIRA. You look wearily. FER. No, noble miftrefs; 'tis fresh morning with me, 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 have 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 Brought my too diligent ear: for feveral virtues MIRA. I do not know One of my fex; no woman's face remember, And you, good friend, I am skill-lefs of; but, by my modesty, Something too wildly, and Therein forget. my FER. I am, in my condition, father's precepts A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; (I would, not fo!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than I would suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my foul speak; My heart fly to your fervice; there refides, Am I this patient log-man. MIRA. DO you love me? FER. O heaven, O earth, bear witnefs to this found, And crown what I profefs with kind event, If I fpeak true; if hollowly, invert What beft is bodded me, to mischief! I, Beyond all limit of what else i' the world, Do love, prize, honour MIRA. I am a fool, you. To weep at what I am glad of. PRO. Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace FER. Wherefore weep you? MIRA. At mine unworthinefs, that dare not offer The bigger bulk it fhews. Hence, bashful cunning! FER. My mistress, dearest, And I thus humble ever. MIRA. My husband then? FER. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. [well, MIRA. And mine, with my heart in't: And now fareTill half an hour hence. FER. A thoufand! thoufand! [Exeunt FER. and MIR, 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, must I perform Much business appertaining. [Exit. |