pany elfe 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, farewel.

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

Nor fetch in firing at requiring,

Nor fcrape trencher, nor wash dish,
Ban Ban', Cacalyban

Has a new mafter, get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,

hey-day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster, lead the way.

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

Before Profpero's Cell.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

FERDINAND.

HERE be some sports are painful, but their

TH

labour
Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone, and moft-poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean talk 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: O, fhe 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 fweet Mistress

Weeps when she fees me work, and says, fuch baseHad ne'er like executer; I forget;

[nefs

But these sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour, Moft bufilefs, when I do it.

Enter

Enter Miranda; and Profpero, at a distance unseen.

Mira. Alas, now, pray you,

Work not fo hard; I would the lightning had
Burnt up thofe logs, that thou 'rt enjoin'd to pile:
Pray, fet it down and reft you; when this burns,
"Twill weep for having wearied you: my father
Is hard at ftudy; pray now, reft yourself;
He's fafe for these three hours.

Fer. O moft dear mistress,

The fun will fet before I fhall discharge
What I muft ftrive 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,

I'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
With much more eafe; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is againft.

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 befeech 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 beft regard, and many a time
Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear; for feveral virtues

Have I lik'd feveral women, never any
With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the nobleft grace fhe ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's beft.

Mira. I do not know

One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save from my glafs 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 modefty,

(The jewel in my dower) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a fhape,
Befides 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 flavery, than I would fuffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my foul speak; The very inftant that I faw you, did

My heart fly to your service, there refides

To make me flave to it, and for your fake
Am I this patient log-man.

Mira. Do you love me?

Fer. O heav'n, O earth, bear witnefs to this found, And crown what I profess with kind event,

If I fpeak true; if hollowly, invert

What beft 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 unworthinefs, that dare not offer, What I defire to give; and much less take,

What I fhall die to want: but this is trifling;

And all the more it feeks to hide itself,

The bigger bulk it fhews. Hence, bashful 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 fervant
Whether you will or no.

Fer. My miftrefs, 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
Till half an hour hence.

Fer. A thoufand, thousand.

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

Ste.

[farewel, Exeunt.

Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo.

[Exit.

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

bear up,

water, not a drop before, therefore

and board 'em, fervant-monfter; drink to me.

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

Ste.

Ste. Drink, fervant-monfter, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almoft set in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be fet elfe? he were a brave monfter indeed, if they were set in his tail.

Ste. My man-monfter hath drown'd his tongue in fack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me. I fwam ere I could recover the fhore, five and thirty leagues, off and on; by this light, thou shalt be my lieute nant, monster, or my ftandard.

Trin. Your lieutenant, if you lift; he's no standard. Ste. We'll not run, monfieur monster.

Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie like dogs, and yet fy nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beeft a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour? let me lick thy fhoe; I'll not ferve him, he's not valiant.

Trin. Thou lieft, moft ignorant monfter, I am in cafe to juftle a conftable; why, thou debofh'd, fifh thou, was there ever a man a coward that hath drunk fo much fack as I to day? wilt thou tell a monftröus lie, being but half a fifh, and half a monster? Cal, Lo, now he mocks me: wilt thou let him, my lord?

Trin. Lord, quoth he! that a monfter should be fuch a natural!

the

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 poor monster's my fubject, and he fhall not fuffer indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the fuit I made to thee?, Ste. Marry, will I; kneel and repeat it; I will ftand, and fo fhall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invisible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant,