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the storm : and art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!

Ste. Prythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor : I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam’st hither. I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here.; swear then how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book : though thou canst swim like a duck, that art made like a goose.

Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this ?

Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Ste. Out o’the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; My mistress showed me thee, thy dog, and bush.

Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book : I will furnish it anon with new contents : swear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster :- I afeard of him?-a very weak monster :- The man i'the moon?-a most poor credulous monster :well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o'the island; And kiss thy foot: I pr’ythee, be my god. : Trin. By this light, a most pertidious and drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob bis bottle.

Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear.

Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: a most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,

Ste. Come, kiss. Trin. —but that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!

Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. [berries; A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster; 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; Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?

Ste. I prythee now, lead the way, without any more talking:- Trincuło, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here.--Here; bear my bottle: Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. Farewell master; farewell, farewell.

[Sings drunkenly. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;

Bam, 'Bam, Ca Calibam,

Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom; freedom, hey

day, freedom ! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt.

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SCENE I. Before PROSPERO's Cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a Log.
Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their labour
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 'tis odious; but
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: 0, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ;
And he's compos'd 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 tabours;
Most busy-less, 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 enjoin’d 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.
Fer.

O most dear mistress,
The sun will set, before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
Mira.

If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that ;
I'll carry it to the pile.
Fer.

No, precions creature:
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.
Mira.

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 against.
Pro.

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

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?
Mira.

Miranda :-O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!
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 so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,
And put it to the foil : but you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.
Mira,

I do not know

One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine 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 skill-less 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
Therein forget.
Fer.

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 I would suffer
The flesh-fly blow my

mouth.-Hear my

soul speak; 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.
Mira.

Do you love me?
Fer. O heaven, O 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 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
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 desire to give; and much less take,
What I shall die to want: But this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to bide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful canning!
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

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