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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 am fkill-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.

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 speak ;The very

instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me llave to it; and, for your fake,
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! I,
Beyond ail limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour 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? Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give ; and much less take,

What

What I shall die to want : But this is trifling ;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it thews. Hence, bafnful 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 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 Mir. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpriz'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 STEPHẠNO 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. Irin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They

fay,

say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brain'd 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 fet else ? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in fack : 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 shue : I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable : Why, thou debolh'd fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much fack 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?

Tri 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 thall not suffer indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken once again the suit I made thee?

Ste,

Ste, Marry will I: kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so thall Trinculo.

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 the island.
Ari.

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

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

teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing.

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

Cal. I say, by forcery he got this ille;
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him--for, I know, thou dar'st;
But this thing dare not,
Ste. That's most certain.
Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.
Ste. How now shall this be compafs'd ? Can'st thou
bring me to the party?

Cal, Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee aseep,
Where thou máy'st knock a nail into his head,
Ari, Thou lieft, thou canst not.
Cal. What a py'd ninny's this ? Thou scurvy patch |--
I do befeech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him ; when that's gone,
He Thall drink nought but brine; for I'll not thew him
Where the quick freshes are.
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt

the

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 lieft.

Ste. Do I fo? take thou that. [frikes 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 fack, and drinking do.-A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers !

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Prythee 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 l' 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 wezand with thy knife: Remember, First to poffefs his books; for without them He's but a sót, 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 non-pareil : I ne'er saw woman, But only Sycorax my dam, and she; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax, As greatest does least.

Stea

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