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Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monfter : I afraid of him ? a very shallow monster : the man i'th' moon ?

-a most poor credulous monster : well drawn, monfter, in good footh.

Cal. I'll thew thee every fertile inch i'th? INe, and I will kiss thy foot : I pr’ythee, be my god.

Trin. By this light, a molt perfidious and drunken monder ; when his

god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot. I'll swear myself thy fubject. Ste. Come on then ; down, and swear.

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

Ste. Come, kiss.

Irin. But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster! Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs : I'll pluck thee

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 ridiculogs monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkarda

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 nest, and instruct thee how To fnare the nimble marmazet ; I'll bring thee To cluiring filberds, and sometimes Pll get thee, (10) Young Shamois from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?

(10) Young Scamels from the rock.] I can ng where else meet with such a Word as Scamel, which has poffeffed all the Editions. Shakespeare muft certainly either have wrote Shamois, 1. e. young kids : or Seamalls. The Sea-mall, or Sea-mell, or Sea-mew (according to Willougbby,) is that Bird, which is called Larus cinertus minor; it feeds upon Fish, and frequents the Banks of Lakes. It is not impossible, but our Poet might here intend täis 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, so we take a Word lignifying the Name of something in Nature,


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 master ; farewel,

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

Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash disb,
Ban Ban, Cacalyban

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, before Prospero's Cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

HERE be some sports are painful, but their

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task wou'd be
As heavy to me, as ’tis odious : but
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasure : O, she is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must move
Some thousands of these logs, and pile


up, Upon a sore Injunction. My sweet mistress


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Weeps when fhe fees me work, and says, such baseness
Had ne'er like executer ; I forget ;
But these sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour,
Molt busy-less, when I do it. (11)

Enter Miranda ; and Prospero, at a distance unseen.
Mira. Alas, now, pray you,
Work not so hard ; I would the lightning had
Burnt op those logs, that thou'rt enjoin'd to pile:
Pray, set it down and rest you ; when this burns,

weep for having wearied you: my father
Is hard at study ; pray now, rest yourself,
He's safe for thefe 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 fit down,
I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that;
I'll carry't to the pile.

Fer. No, precious creature,
l'ad rather crack my finews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I fit 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 it is against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected ;
This visitation shews it.

Mira. You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you,

(11) Leaft busy when I do it.] This reading, I presume, to be Mr. Pope's ; for I do not find it authorized by the Copies : The two firft Folio's read :

Most busy least, 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 discovered it.


(Chiefly that I might see it in my prayers), What is your name?

Mira. Miranda. O my father,
I've broke your heft to say so.

Fer. Admir'd Miranda !
Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth
What's deareft to the world ! full many a lady
I've ey'd with best regard, and many a time
Th' 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 the ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But



So perfect, and fo pecrless, 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'm skilless of; but, by my modesty,
(The jewel in iny dower) I would not with
Any companion in the world but you ;
Nor can imazination form a hape,
Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.

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 slavery, than I would suffer
The fleth-fly blow my mouth. Hear my foul speak
The very inftant that I saw you, did
My heard Ay to your service, there refides
To make me slave to it, and for fake
Am I this patient log-man.

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 speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boaded me, to mischief! I:
Beyond all limit of what else i'th' world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira, I am a fool,
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 onworthiness, that dare not offer,
What I desire to give ; and much lefs take,
What I shall die to want: but this is trifling ;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,

The bigger bulk it fhews. Hence balhful 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,


will or no. Fer. My mistress, dearest, And I thus humble ever,

Mira. My husband then ?

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 thousand, thousand.

[Exeunt. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpriz'd withal ; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my For yet, ere supper-time, mut I perform Much business appertaining.

[Exit. SCENE changes to another part of the Island.

Enter Caliban, Stepnano, and Trincalo. Ste. EL L not me; when the butt is out, we will

drink water, not a drop before ; therefore bear up, and board 'em, servant-moniter ; drink to me.

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