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pany else being drown'd, we will inherit here. Here, bear my bottle ; fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewel, master; farewel, fare.

wel.
Irin. 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 dish,
Ban Bam, Cacalyban

Has a new master, get a new man.
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedon,

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

ACT III.

S CE N E I.

Before Prospero's Cell.

T labour

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

FERDINAND.
HERE 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 wou'd 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 move
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore injunction. My sweet Mistress
Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such base-
Had ne'er like executer; I forget;

(ness But these sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour, Most busiless, when I do it.

Enter

Enter Miranda; and Prospero, at a distance unseen.

Mira. Alas, now, pray you,
Work not so hard ; I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that thou 'rt 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't to the pile.

Fer. No, precious creature,
I'ad rather crack my fincws, 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, (Chiefly that I might fet 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 dearest 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 fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the nobleft grace she ow'd,
And
put
it to the foil. But

you,

0

you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's beft.

Mira. I do not know One of my fex; 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 skillefs 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 fathers'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 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 flave to it, and for your sake Am I this patient log-man. Mira. Do

you

love me?
Fer. O heav'n, 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 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.

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 trilling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashfál 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.

Fer. My mistress, deareft, 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 Till half an hour hence.

[farewel, 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 book; For yet, ere fupper-time, must I perform Much business appertaining.

[Exit.

SC E N E II.

Changes to another part of the Isand.
Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo.

ELL not me; when the butt is out, we will
TED

drink water, not a drop before; therefore

Ste.

hear up,

and board 'em, servant-monster; drink to me.

Trin. Servant-monster! the folly of this Island ! they say, there's but five upon this ifle; we are three of them, if the other two be brain'd like us, the state totters.

Sta.

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.

Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd 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's not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster, I am in case to justle a constable; why, thou debolh'd fifa thou, was there ever a 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, now 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 my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity:

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleasd to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?!

Sle. Marry, will I; kneel and repeat it; I will ftand, and so fhall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invisible. Lal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant,

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