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

Cal. I'll fhew thee the best fprings; 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 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 'fcamels 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 being drown'd, we will inherit here.-Here; bear my bottle! Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewell mafter; farewell, farewell.
Trin. A howling monster; a druken monster.
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

b

Nor fcrape trenchering, nor wash dish;
Ban' Ban', Ca-Caliban,

Has a new mafter-Get a new man.

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

freedom!

Ste. O brave monfter! lead the way.

[Exeunt.

a fcamels] limpets-fea-malls, or mews.

b trencher-trenchering, or trencheren, trenchers."

ACT

ACT III.

SCENE I.

Before Profpero's Cell.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful: but their labour
Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and moft poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me, as odious; but
The mistress, which I ferve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harfhnefs. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore injunction: My fweet mistress

Weeps when she fees me work; and fays, fuch baseness
Had ne'er like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;
Most bufy-less, when I do it.

Enter Miranda; [Profpero, at a distance, unseen.]
Mira. Alas, now! pray you,

Work not fo hard: I would, the lightning had •
Burnt up thofe logs, that you are 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 study; pray now, reft yourself;

He's fafe for these three hours.

I forget: &c.]-I prate, and forget my task: yet I'll still think of her; for these sweet thoughts refresh my labours, and I seem less encumbered by my work, feel lefs fatigue in performing it, when my miftrefs employs my whole attention :-or, I find myself moft fenfible of the difficulties of my employment, when I am leaft engaged in thinking on my mistress-Moft bufy, leaft when I do it.

Fer.

Fer. O most dear mistress,

The fun will fet before I fhall discharge

What I must strive 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 ;

I had 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 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 befeech 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
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 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,

beft-beheft, command.

So

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 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 am 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 shape,
Befides yourself, to like of: But I prattle

Something too wildly, and my father's
I therein do forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition,

precepts

A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;

(I would, not fo!) and would no more endure

This wooden slavery, than I would fuffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth :-Hear my soul speak ;

The very instant that I saw 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 heaven, O earth, bear witness to this found,

And crown what I profefs 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.

Mira. I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.

Pro. Fair encounter

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Of every creature's beft.]-like the Venus of Apelles.

Of

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

Fer. Wherefore weep you?

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I defire to give; and much lefs 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 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.

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 bufinefs appertaining.

SCENE.

[Exeunt.

[Exit.

II.

Another part of the Ifland.

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.

it]-my paffion.

fellow]-companion.

furpriz'd with all ;]-Upon whom all gladness is come fuddenly.

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