Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monfter I afraid of him a very fhallow monfter: the man i'th' moon?- a most poor credulous monster : well drawn, monster, in good footh. Cal. I'll fhew thee every fertile inch i'th' Ifle, and I will kifs thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god.. 1 Trin. By this light, a molt perfidious and drunken monter; when his god's afleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. Il kifs thy foot. I'll fwear myself thy fubject. Ste. Come on then; down, and fwear. Trin. I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: a moft fcurvy monfter! I could find in heart to beat him my Ste. Come, kifs. Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster ! Cal. I'll fhew thee the beft fprings: I'll pluck thee berries, I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve! I'll bear him no more fticks, but follow thee, 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; Shew thee a jay's neft, and inftruct thee how To fnare the nimble marmazet; I'll bring thee To cluftring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee (10) Young Shamois from the rock. Wilt thou go with me? (10) Young Scamels from the rock.] I can no where else meet with fuch a Word as Scamel, which has poffeffed all t ll the Editions. Shakespeare muft certainly either have wrote Shamois, i. e. young kids: or Seamalls. The Sea-mall, or Sea-mell, or Sea-mew (according to Willoughby,) is that Bird, which is called Larus cinereus minor; it feeds upon Fish, and frequents the Banks of Lakes. It is not impoffible, but our Poet might here intend this Bird. Or, again, (and which comes near to Scamel, in the Traces of the Letters) Ray tells us of another Bird, called the Stannel, of the Hawk Species. It is no matter which of the three Readings we embrace, fo we take a Word fignifying the Name of fomething in Nature, Ste. Ste. I pry'thee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company elle being drown'd, we will inherit here. Hear, bear my bottle; fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewel mafter; farewel, farewel. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. Has a new mafter, get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster, lead the way. freedom, hey [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE, before Profpero's Cell. Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log. FERDINAND. HERE be fome fports are painful, but their TH labour Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of bafeness The miftrefs, which I fèrve, quickens what's dead, Weeps Weeps when the fees me work, and fays, fuch bafenefs But thefe sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour, Enter Miranda; and Profpero, at a distance unfeen. Mira. Alas, now, pray you, Work not fo hard; I would the lightning had Fer. O mof dear mistress, Mira. If you'll fit down, I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that; Fer. No, precious creature, l'ad rather crack my finews, break my back, Than you should fuch dishonour undergo, While I fit lazy by. Mira. It would become me, As well as it does you; and I should do it 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 beseech you, (11) Leaft bufy when I do it.] This reading, I prefume, to be Mr. Pope's; for I do not find it authorized by the Copies: The two firft Folio's read: Moft bufy leaft, when I do it. 'Tis true this Reading is corrupt; but the Corruption is fo very little removed from the Truth of the Text, that I cannot afford to think well of my own Sagacity for having difcovered it. (Chiefly (Chiefly that I might fee it in my prayers) What is your name? Mira. Miranda. O my father, I've broke your heft to fay fo. Fer. Admir'd Miranda ! Indeed, the top of admiration; worth Mira. I do not know One of my fex; no woman's face remember, (The jewel in my dower) I would not wish Befides yourself, to like of, But I prattle Fer. I am, in my condition, A Prince, Miranda; I do think, a King; (I would, not fo!) and would no more endure This wooden flavery,, than I would suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my foul speak; The very inftant that I faw you, did My heard fly to your fervice, there refides To make me flave to it, and for your fake Mira. Do you love me ? Fer. O heav'n, O earth, bear witness to this found, And crown what I profess with kind event, If I fpeak true; if hollowly, invert To weep at what I'm glad of, Pro. Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! heav'ns rain grace, On that which breeds between 'em! Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthinefs, that dare not offer, The bigger bulk it fhews. Hence bafhful cunning; If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow Fer. My miftrefs, deareft, 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 farewel, 'Till half an hour hence. Fer. A thoufand, thousand. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, I'll to my Who are furpriz'd withal; but my rejoicing Ste. [Exeunt. book ; [Exit. SCENE changes to another part of the Island. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo. ELL not me; when the butt is out, we will drink water, not a drop before; therefore bear up, and board 'em, fervant-monfter; drink to me. |