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 self,

The bigger bulk it fhews. Hence, bafhful 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, 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 thousand, 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 Iland.

[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-monfter; drink to me.

Trin. Servant-monfter! the folly of this ifland! they fay, 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-monfter, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost fet in thy head.

Trin. Where fhould 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 fea cannot drown me. I fwam, ere I could recover the fhore, five and thirty leagues, off and on; by this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, 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, most ignorant monster, I am in cafe to justle a conftable; why, thou debofh'd fifh 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 fifh, 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 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 tree

the

poor monfter's my fubject, and he fhall not fuffer indignity.

Cal.

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

Ste. Marry, will I; kneel and repeat it; I will ftand, and fo fhall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invifible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am fubject to a tyrant, a forcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the Inland.

Ari. Thou lieft.

Cal. Thou lieft, thou jefting monkey, thou; I would, my valiant mafter would deftroy thee: I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand, I will fupplant fome of your teeth. Trin. Why, I faid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more; proceed.
Cal. I fay, by forcery he got this ifle;
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him, (for, I know, thou dar'st,
But this thing dares not.)

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll ferve thee. Ste. How now fhall this be compaft? canft thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord, I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'ft knock a nail into his head.

ári. Thou lieft, thou canst not.

Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? thou fcurvy patch! I do befeech thy greatnefs, give him blows, And take his bottle from him; when that's gone, He fhall drink nought but brine, for I'll not fhew him Where the quick freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, un into no further danger: interrupt the moniter one word further, and, by this hand, I'llturn my mercy out of doors, and make a ftock-fifh of thee.

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

Ste. Didft thou not fay, he ly'd?

Ari. Thou lieft.

Ste. Do I fo? take you that.

[Beats bim. As you like this, give me the lie another time.

Trin. I did not give thee 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; 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'th' afternoon to fleep; there thou may'st brain him,
Having firft feiz'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 fot, 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 utenfils, (for fo he calls them,)
Which when he has an house, he'll deck withal.
And that most deeply to confider, is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er faw woman,
But only Sycorax my dam, and she:
But fhe as far furpaffes Sycorax,

As greatest does the leaft.

Ste. Is it fo brave a Lafs?

Cal. Ay, lord, fhe will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave brood.

Ste.

Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be King and Queen, fave our Graces and Trinculo and thy felf fhall be Vice-Roys. Doft thou like, the plot, Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand; I am forry, I beat thee: but, while thou liv'ft, keep a good tongue in thy head. Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep; Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste. Ay, on my honour.

Ari. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou mak'ft me merry; I am full of pleafure; Let us be jocund. Will you troul the catch, You taught me but while-ere?

Ste. At thy request, monfter, I will do reason, any reafon: come on, Trinculo, let us fing.

[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.

Ste. What is this fame?

Trin. This is the tune of our catch, plaid by the picture of no-body.

Ste. If thou be'ft a man, fhew thy felf in the likenefs; if thou be'ft a devil, take't as thou lift.

Trin. O, forgive me my fins!

Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defie thee. Mercy upon us!

Cal. Art thou afraid?

Ste. No, monster, not I.

Cal. Be not afraid; the ifle is full of noises, [not. Sounds, and fweet airs, that give delight, and hurt Sometimes a thousand twanging inftruments Will hum about mine ears, and fometimes voices; That, if I then had wak'd after long fleep, Will make me fleep again; and then in dreaming, The clouds, methought, would open, and fhew riches

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