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Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewel, master ; farewels
Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
Has a new master, get à new man.
day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster, lead the way. (Exeunt.
A CT III. SCENE I.
Before Prospero's Cell.
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 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 baseness Had ne'er like executer ; I forget ; But these sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour, Most busie-less, when I do it.
Enter Miranda ; and Prospero, at a distance unseen.
Mira. Alas, now, pray you,
weep for having wearied you: my father
Fer. O most dear mistress,
Mira. If you'll fit down,
Fer. No, precious creature,
Mira. It would become me,
Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;
Mira. You look wearily.
Mira. Miranda. O my father,
Fer. Admir'd Miranda!
Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues
Mira. I do not know
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 Navery, than I would suffer The flesh-flie 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 fave to it, and for
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
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 trifling; And all the more it seeks to hide it felf, The bigger bulk it shews. 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
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 ?
Fér. Ay, with a heart as willing
hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't; and now
farewel, Till half an hour hence. 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 supper-time, must I perform Much business appertaining.
[Exit. SCENE I 1.
Changes to ancther part of the Island,
Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo. 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 ise ; 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 cyes 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 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, monfter, 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 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 a 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 ?
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.