47 Cal. No more dam: I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;

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.





[Act III.


No, precious creature;
I'd rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonor undergo,
While I sit lazy by.

It would become me
As well as it does you: and I should do it
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is against.

Poor worm! thou art infected;
This visitation shows it.

You look wearily.
Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me
When you are by at night. I do beseech you,
(Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,
What is your name?

Miranda :-O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!

Admired Miranda!
Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have eyed 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 liked several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,
And put it to the foil: But you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, my own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.

I am, in my condition,
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
(I would, not so !) and would no more endure
This wooden slavery, than to suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-

soul speak;

Hear my

Act III.]

49 The very

instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.

Do you love me?
Fer. O heaven, 0 earth, bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I profess 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, honor you.

I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of.

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

Wherefore weep you?
Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give; and much less take
What I shall die to want : but this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows. 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 servant,
Whether you will or no. .

My mistress, dearest,
And I thus humble ever.

My husband then ?
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.

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.

[Exit. 3

Mira. Fer.



At nothing

VOL. I.--4



SCENE II. — Another Part of the Island.
Enter STEPHANO and TRINCULO; CALIBAN following 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.
Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They

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.
Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.

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.

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Enter ARIEL, invisible.
Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant; a
sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of this island.
Ari. Thou liest.

Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou!
I would, my valiant master would destroy thee:
I do not lie.

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.
Ste. Mum then, and no more.—[TCALIBAN.]

Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle:
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him— for, I know thou dar’st;
But this thing dare not

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.

. Ste.

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.


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