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47 Cal. No more dam: I'll make for fish;
Nor fetch in firing
Bam, 'Ba, Ca-Calibam,
Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! hey-day, freedom !
Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.—Before Prospero's Cell.
Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful; and 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: 0, 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 labors; Most busiless, when I do it.
Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Mira.
Alas, now! pray you, Work not so hard : I would, the lightning had Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoined to pile ! Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Twill weep for having wearied you: My father Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself ; He's safe for these three hours.
O most dear mistress, The sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do.
If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that; carry
it to the pile.
No, precious creature;
It would become me
Poor worm! thou art infected;
You look wearily.
Miranda :-O my father,
I do not know
I am, in my condition,
49 The very
instant that I saw you, did
Do you love me?
I am a fool,
Wherefore weep you?
My mistress, dearest,
My husband then ?
Mira. And mine, with my heart in 't: and now farewell, Till half an hour hence.
A thousand! thousand !
[Exeunt Fer. and MIR. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surprised with all; but my rejoicing
can be more. I'll to my book ; For yet, ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining.
SCENE II. — Another Part of the Island.
there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters.
Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
Se. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light. — Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.
Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.
Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
Cal. How does thy honour ? Let me lick thy shoe: I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.
Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster ?
Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord ?
Trin. Lord, quoth he! — that a monster should be such a natural!
Cal. Lo, lo, again ! bite him to death, I pr’ythee.
Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree The poor monster's iny subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.
Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made thee?
Ste. Marry will I: kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
Enter ARIEL, invisible.
Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou!
Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, will I supplant some of your teeth.
Trin. Why, I said nothing.
Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle:
Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How, now, shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?
Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.
Cal. What a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy patch! 1 do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, And take his bottle from him: when that's gone, He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him Where the quick freshes are.
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster
one word further, and by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee. Trin Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.
Didst thou not say, he lied ? Ari. Thou liest.
Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.
I did not give the lie:-Out o’ your wits, and hearing too?
—A pox o’ your bottle ! this can sack, and drinking do. - A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers !
Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr’ythee stand further off.
Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, I'll beat him too.