Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log One spirit to command: They all do hate him, Step. Monster, I will kill this man, and be myself king of the island. Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? Trin. Stephano, hear me: I will speak for the people, because there are none in the island to speak for themselves. Know then, we are all content, that Stephano shall be king, on condition I may be viceroy over him. Speak, good people, are you agreed? What, no man answer? Then, we may take their silence for consent. Step. Give me thy hand.-I am sorry I beat thee: but, while thou liv'st, keep a good tongue in thy head. Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep; Wilt thou destroy him then? Step. Ay, on mine honour. Ari. This will I tell my master. [Exit ARIEL. Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch You taught me but while-ere? Step. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. They sing and dance, Flout 'em, and skout 'em ; And skout 'em, and flout 'em ; Thought is free. [ARIEL plays on the Tabor and Pipe without. Cal. That's not the tune. Step. What is this same ? Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of nobody. Step. If thou be'st a man, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou be'st a devil, take't as thou list. [ARIEL plays again. Step. He that dies, pays all debts :-I defy thee. Trin. O, forgive me my sins! [Falls on his Knees. [ARIEL plays again. Mercy upon us! Cal. Art thou afeard? Step. No, monster, not I. [Falls on his Knees. Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. [STEPHANO and TRINCULO rise, Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, Step. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd. Step. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. [ARIEL plays again at some Distance; and continues to do so, retiring more and more, till the End of the Scene. Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after do our work. Step. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on. -Wilt come? Trin. I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt. SCENB III. A Grove behind the Cell of PROSpero. Enter MIRANDA and PROSPERO. Pro. Your suit has pity in't, and has prevail'd. Pro. This may secure Hippolyto From that dark danger which my heart forebodes; For friendship does provide a double strength oppose the assaults of fortune. See, he comes :Remember. [Exit PROSPERO, Το Enter FERDINAND, bearing a Log. Mir. Alas, now! 'pray you, Work not so hard; I would, the lightning had The sun will set, before I shall discharge Mir. 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, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, Than you should such dishonour undergo, Mir. Why, I should do it With much more ease; for my good will is to it, 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? Mir. Miranda:-O, my father, I have broke your hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda!- What's dearest to the world!-Full many a lady Mir. I would not wish Any companion in the world but you :— Fer. 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 logman. Mir. 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, To weep at what I'm glad of. Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mir. At mine unworthiness.-Hence, bashful cun ning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! you will marry me; Fer. My mistress, dearest; Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Fer. You've said enough, never to be deny'd, Mir. For my sake to love one, sir, Who, for his own, indeed, does well deserve Mir. Yes; such a one, As, for his sweetness, and his goodly shape, Fer. Have you a sister? sake: you shall, Mir. Yes; she loves him too : Come, you must love him for my Fer. Must I for yours, and cannot for my own? |