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

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

Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish,
Bam Ban, Cacalyban

Has a new master, get à new man.
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-

day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster, lead the way. (Exeunt.

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A CT III. SCENE I.

Before Prospero's Cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

FERDINAND.
THI
HERE be some sports are painful, but their

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.

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Enter Miranda ; and Prospero, at a distance unseen.

Mira. Alas, now, pray you,
Work not fo hard; I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that thou’rt 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 your
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.

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,
l'ad rather crack my finews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour 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 it is against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;
This visitation shews it.

Mira. You look wearily.
Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me,
When you are by at night. I do befeech
(Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers)
What is your name?

Mira. Miranda. O my father,
I've broke your hest to say 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 best regard, and many a time
Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
VOL. I.

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Brought

you,

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 The ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, O you,
So perfect, and so 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 skilless 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 your self, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my

father'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 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

your

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.

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 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

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 ?

Fér. 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 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.

E 2

Trin.

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.

Cal.

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