Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewel, master; farewel, farewel.

Trin. A howling monfter; 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' 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.

THERE be fome fports are painful, but their

labour

Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone, and moft-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 ferve, 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 harfhnefs. I must move
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore Injunction. My fweet Mistress
Weeps when the fees me work, and fays, fuch bafenefs
Had ne'er like executer; I forget;

But these sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour,
Moft bufie-lefs, 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 study; pray now, rest your self; He's fafe for these three hours.

Fer. O moft dear mistress,

The fun will fet before I fhall discharge
What I must strive 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 fhould fuch dishonour undergo,
While I fit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me,

As well as it does you; and I fhould do it
With much more eafe; for my good will is to it,

And yours it is against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

This vifitation fhews it.

Mira. You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress; '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 fay fo.

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
VOL. I.

E

Brought

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 fo peerless, are created

Of

every creature's best.

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 modefty,
(The jewel in my dower) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a fhape,
Befides your felf, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's
I therein do forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition,

precepts

A Prince, Miranda; I do think, a King;

(I would, not fo!) and would no more endure

This wooden slavery, than I would fuffer

The flesh-flie blow my mouth. Hear my foul fpeak;

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 witness to this found,

And crown what I profefs with kind event,

If I fpeak true; if hollowly, invert

What beft is boaded me, to mifchief! I,
Beyond all limit of what elfe i'th' world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira. I am a fool,

To weep at what I'm glad of.

Pro.

Pro. Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections! heav'ns rain grace,
On that which breeds between 'em!

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 it felf,

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, 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 farewel,

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.

SCENE II.

Changes to another part of the Island.

[Exeunt.

Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo.

[Exit.

Ste. Tell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink water, not a drop before; therefore bear up, and board 'em, fervant-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.

Ste. Drink, fervant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost fet in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be fet elfe? 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 fwam, ere I could recover the fhore, five and thirty leagues, off and on; by this light, thou fhalt be my lieutenant, monfter, or my standard.

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

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

Ste. Moon-calf, fpeak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

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

Trin. Thou lieft, moft ignorant monster, I am in cafe to juftle a conftable; why, thou debofh'd fish thou, was there ever a man a coward that hath drunk fo much fack as I to-day? wilt thou tell a monftrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster ?

Cal. Lo, how he mocks me: wilt thou let him, my lord?

Trin. Lord, quoth he! that a monster fhould be fuch 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 treethe poor monster's my fubject, and he fhall not fuffer indignity.

Cal.