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Sct. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you The stomach of my sense : 'Would I had never should.

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Gon. Therefore, my lord,

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Who is so far from Italy removed,
Alon. I prythee, spare.

I ne'er again shall see her. () thou mine heir von. Well, I have done: But yet

Of Naples and of Milan, what strange tish Seb. He will be talking.

Hath made his meal on thee ! Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good Fran.

Sir, he may live wager, first begins to crow?

I saw him beat the surges under him, Seb. The old cock.

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Ant. The cockrel.

Whose enmity he tlung aside, and breasted Seb Done : the wager?

The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head Ant. A laughter.

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Seb. A match.

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Allr. Though this island seem to be desert, – To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt, Ant. So you've pay'd.

He came alive to land. Adr. Untuhabitable, and almost inaccessible, - Alon.

No, no, he's gone. Seb. Yet.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Adr. Yet

loss ; Ant. He could not miss it.

That would not bless our Europe with your daughAllr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and

ter, delicate temperance'.

But rather lose her to an African; Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. delivered

Alon.

Prythee, peace Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd othe Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

wise Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at
Ant. True; save means to live.

Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

your son, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how I fear, forever: Milan and Naples have green:

More widows in them of this business' making, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's Seb. With an eyes of green in't.

Your own. Ant. He misses not much.

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally, Gon.

My lord Sebastian, Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, almost beyond credit)

And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

When you should bring the plaster. Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Seb.

Very well. drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Ant. And most chirurgeonly. freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, stain d with salt water.

When you are cloudy. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak,

Seb.

Foul weather? would it not say, he lies ?

Ant.

Very foul. Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord, —

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. as when we put them on first in Afric, at the mar- Seb.

Or docks, or mallows, riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the Gon. And were the king of it, what would I do? king of Tunis.

Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine. Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries well in our return.

Execute all things; for no kind of trathc Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a Would I admit; no name of magistrate; paragon to their queen.

Letters should not be known; no use of service, Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Ant. Widow ? a pox o that! how came that Succession; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none widow in ? Widow Dido!

No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : Seh. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? No occupation ; all men idle, all; good lord, how you take it!

And women, too; but innocent and pure : Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me study No sovereignty : – of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Seb.

And yet he would be king on't. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forAdr. Carthage?

gets the begining. Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Gon. All things in common nature should proAnt. His word is more than the miraculous harp.

duce, Scb. He hath raised the walls, and houses too. Without sweat or endeavor : treason, felony,

Ant. What impossible matter will be make easy Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, next?

Would not have ; but nature should bring forth, Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his of its own kind, all foison', all abundance, pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

To feed my innocent people. Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ? bring forth more islands.

Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves, Gon. Ay?

Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Ant. Why, in good time.

To excel the golden age. Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments Seb.

Save his majesty! neem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Gon.

And, do you mark me, sir? Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.

Alon. Pry'thee, no more: thou dost talk nothing Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

to me. Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

use to laugh at nothing. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar- Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at. riage ?

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am Alon. You cram these words into mine ears nothing to you ; so you may continue, and laugh against

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Ant. What a blow was there given! Seb. Ar it had not fallen flat-long.

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal: you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter ARIEL invisible, playing solemn music. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

[All steep but ALON., SEB., and ANT. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Пould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I

find

They are inclined to do so.
Seb.
Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it;
It seldom visits sorrow: when it doth,
It is a comforter.

Ant.

We two, my lord, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, And watch your safety. Alon.

Thank you wondrous heavy. [ALONSO sleeps. Erit ARIEL. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Ser.

Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep.

Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian-0, what might?-No more:And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee;

and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head. Seh. What, art thou waking? Ant. Do you not hear me speak? Seb. I do; and surely, It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say? This is a strange repose, to be asleep. With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep. Ant.

die rather; wink'st

Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep Whiles thou art waking. Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores. Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Must be so too, if heed me; which to do, Trebles thee o'er.

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Who's the next heir of Naples ?
Seb.

Claribel.

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples

Can have no note, unless the sun were post,
(The man i the moon's too slow) till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable: she, from whom
We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,
Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.
Seb. What stuff is this? How say you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Túnis;
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.

Ant. A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ? - Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no

worse

Than now they are: there be, that can rule Naples
As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unnecessarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

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A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks I do.

Ant.
And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?

Seh. I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant. True: And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Much feater than before: My brother's servants Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Seb. But, for your conscience

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that if it were a kybe,
'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,

If he were that which now he's like: Whom I,
With this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.

Seb.
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the king shall love thee.

Ant.
Draw together:
And when I rear my hand do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.
Seb.

O, but one word!

[They converse apart.

Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.

Ari. My master through his art forsees the danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. [Sings in GONZALO's ear.

While you here do snoring lie, Open-ey'd conspiracy

His fime doth take:

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! Awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! [They wake. Alon. Why how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn?

Seb.
Well; I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb.

Do so: to ebb,

Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant.
ი,
If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,

By their own fear, or sloth.
Seb.

Pr'ythee, say on:
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant.
Thus, sir,
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
(Who shall be of as little memory,

When he is earth'd.) hath here almost persuaded
(For he's a spirit of persuasion only)
The king his son's alive: 'tis as impossible
That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here swims.
Seb. I have no hope

That he's undrown'd.

me,

That Ferdinand is drown'd?
Seb.
Ant.

Ant.

O, out of that no hope,
What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high a hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Gon.

What's the matter?
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you?"
It struck mine ear most terribly.
Then, tell me,

He's gone.

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I heard nothing. This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.

[Drinks

AL.M.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo?
Gon. Upon mine honor, sir, I hea d a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
I shak'd you, sir. and cry'd: as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn:- there was a noise,
That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make fur-
ther search

Cal. Do not torment me: (!
Ste. What's the matter! Have we devils here'
Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men
of Inde 1 Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be
afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said
As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot
make him give ground: and it shall be said so
again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.
Cal. The spirit torments me: (!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle with four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give

For my poor son.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! him some reliet, it it be but for that: If I can reFor he is, sure, i' the island. cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples Alon. with him, he's a présent for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.

Lead away.

Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done: [Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-- Another part of the Island. Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wool. A noise of thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make tim

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometim.. like apes that moes and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare foot-way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness: - Lo! now! lo!

Enter TRINCULO,

Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud,
yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombard that
would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it
did before, I know not where to hide my head:
yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls,
What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive?
A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and
fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-
John. A strange fish Were I in England now, (as
once I was,) and h but this fish painted, not a
holiday-fool here bu would give a piece of silver;
there would this monster make a man: any strange
beast there makes a man: when they will not give
a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out
ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and
his fins like arins! Warm, o' my troth! I do now
let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no
fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffer'd by a
thunder-bolt. [Thun ler.] Alas! the storm is coming
again: my best way is to creep under his gaber-
dine; there is no other shelter hereabout: Misery
acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will
here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.
Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die a-shore;

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Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee;
I'll bring my wood home faster.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him: he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt
Anon, I know it by thy trembling:
Now Prosper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways: open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps again.

Trin. I should know that voice: It should be — But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me!

Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come, Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.

Trin. Stephano!·

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! this is a devil, and no monster! I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trin. Stephano!-- if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; - be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo.

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Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf! Can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: and art thou living, Stephano! O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
funeral:
Well, here's my comfort.
[Drinks.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,
Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,

But none of us care i for Kate:

For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang:
She ow'd not the savor of tir or of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did
itch:

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
Make mouths. A black jack of leather to hold beer.
The frock of a peasant.

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach

is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not
sprites.

That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou 'scape? how cam'st thou hither swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved overboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy
True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst.
Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I cas
swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Trin. O Stephano hast any more of this!

Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now moon-calf? how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.

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Delight in them sets off; some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labors pleasures: 0, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such

ACT III.

Mira.

SCENE I.- Before Prospero's Cell.

I have broke your hests to say so!
Fer.

Admir'd Miranda!

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Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their Indeed, the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time The 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 she ow'd, And put it to the foil: But you, you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.

Mira.

Mira.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.
Alas, now! pray you
Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are 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.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster! to inake s 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;
Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee
To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee
Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go

with me?

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,

baseness

Had ne'er like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors; And my dear father; how features are abroad,
Most busy-less, when I do it.
I am skill-less 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 father's precepts
Therein forget.

Fer.

Ste. I pr'ythee now lead the way, without any more talking.--Trinculo, the king and all our com pany else being drowned, we will inherit here.Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Cal. Farewell, master ; farewell, farewell.
[Sings drunkenly.
Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster.

Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish ;
Nor fetch in firing
At requiring,

Nor scrape trenching, nor wash dish,
'Ban 'Ban, Ca- Caliban

Has a new master-Get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
Ste. O brave monster! ead the way.

hey-day, freedom!

| Excunt.

Miranda:-O my father,

I am, in my condition,
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
(I would, not so!) and would no more endure
This wooden slavery, than I would suffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul

Mira.
If you'll sit down,
Ill 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, break my back,
Than you should such dishonor undergo,
While I sit 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 against.
Pro.
Poor worm! thou art infected;
This visitation shows 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 set it in my prayers,)
What is your name?

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 log-man.

Mira.

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! 1,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honor you.

Mira.

I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of.
Pro.
Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!
Fer.

Wherefore weep you 1

Sea-gulla.

10wn'd.

• Command.

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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 trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,

The bigger bulk it shows. 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 servant,
Whether you 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
farewell,
Till half an hour hence.
Fer.

A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt FER. and MIRA. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere supper-time, must I perform Much business appertaining.

| Exit.

SCENE II.- Another part of the Island. Enter STEPHANO and TRINCULO; CALIBAN following with a bottle.

Ste. Tell not me; -- - when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before; therefore bear 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 isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us,

the state totters.

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 drowned his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty Thou shalt be leagues, off and on, by this light. 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.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more. [To CALIBAN.]
Proceed.

Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st;
But this thing dare not.

Cal. How does thy honor? 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 deboshed fish thou, was there ever 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, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?

Ste. That's most certain.

Ca'. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.
Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.
Cal. What a pied ninny's this!

patch!

Trin. Lord, quoth he! - that a monster should

Enter ARIEL, invisible.
Cal. As I told thee
Before, I am subject to a tyrant;
A sorcerer, that by his cunning hath
Cheated me of this island.

Ari.

Thou liest.

Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou; I would my valiant master would destroy thee: I do not lie.

be such a natural!

Thou scurvy

I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone,
He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show
him

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 pleas'd
To hearken once again the suit I made thee?
Ste. Marry will I: kneel, and repeat it; I will
stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Where the quick freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.

Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?
Ari. Thou liest.

Ste. Do I so take thou that. [Strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.

Trin. I did not give the lie:-Out o' your wits, and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee! stand further off.

Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,
I'll beat him too.

Ste.
Stand further.-Come, proceed.
Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain

him.

Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezanda with thy knife: Remember,
First to possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command: They all do hate him,
As rootedly as I; Burn but his books;
He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them.)
Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal.
And that most deeply to consider, is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a nonpareil: I ne'er saw woman,
But only Sycorax my dam and she;
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,
As greatest does least.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your *eeth

Debauched.

Sle.

Is it so brave a lass? Cal. Ay, my lord: she will become thy bed, I warrant,

And bring thee forth brave brood.

Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys:thou like the plot, Trinculo?

- Dost

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee: but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.

Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep; Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste.

Ay, on mine honer. Ari. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of plea.
sure;

Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch
You taught me but while-ere?

Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings Flout 'em, and skout 'em; and skout 'em, and flout 'em;

Thought is free.

Cal. That's not the tune.

[ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.
Alluding to Trinculo's party-colored dress.
1 Springs.

2 Throat,

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