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. Nor fetch in firing At requiring, b Nor fcrape trenchering, nor wash dish; 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 Weeps when she fees me work; and fays, fuch baseness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Enter Miranda; [Profpero, at a distance, unseen.] Work not fo hard: I would, the lightning had • 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; 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 fhould do 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! Indeed, the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady 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 (The jewel in my dower) I would not wish Something too wildly, and my father's 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, Mira. I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of. Pro. Fair encounter Of every creature's beft.]-like the Venus of Apelles. Of Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer The bigger bulk it fhews. Hence bashful cunning! you will marry me; Fer. My mistress, dearest, 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. |