Cal. I'll shew thee the best Springs; I'll pluck thee Berries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee Wood enough.

A plague upon the Tyrant that I serve;

I'll bear him no more Sticks, but follow thee, thou wondrous Man.

Tri. A most ridiculous Monster, to make a Wonder of a poor Drunkard.

Cal. I prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow, and I with my long Nails will dig thee Pig-nuts; show thee a Jay's Nest, and instruct thee how to snare the nimble Marmazet; I'll bring thee to clustring Filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee young Scamels from the Rock. Wilt thou go with me ?

Ste. I prethee now lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our Company else being drown'd, we will inherit here; here, bear my Bottle; Fel

low Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Caliban fings drunkenly.

Farewel, Master; farewel, farewel.

Tri. A howling Monster; a drunken Monster.

Cal. No more Dams I'll make for Fish,

Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,

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Nor Scape Trenchering, nor wash Dish.

Ban', Ban', Cacalyban

Has a new Master, get a new Man.

Freedom, hey-day, hey-day Freedom, Freedom, hey-day

Freedom.

Ste. O brave Monster, lead the way.

[Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENEI.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.

F.THERE

HEREbe some Sports are painful, and their Labour
Delight in them fets off: Some kinds of Baseness

Are nobly undergone, and most poor Matters
Point to rich Ends; this my mean Task

Would be as heavy to me, as odious, but
The Mistress which I serve, quickens what's dear

And makes my Labours Pleasures: O the is
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Ten times more gentle, than her Father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of Harthness. I must remove
Some thousands of these Logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore Injunction; my sweet Miftrefs
Weeps when the fees me work, and says such Baseness
Had never like Executor; I forget;
But these sweet Thoughts do even refresh my Labours,
Most bufie least, when I do it.

Enter Miranda, and Prospero ut a Distance unseen.

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Mira. Alas, now pray you,
Work not fo hard; I would the Lightning had
Burnt up those Logs that thou art enjoyn'd to pile:
Pray set it down, and rest you; when this burns
Twill weep for having weary'd you; my Father
Is hard at Study, pray now reft your felf,
He's fafe for these three Hours.

Fer. O most dear Mistress,

The Sun will fet before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.

Mira. If you'll fit down,

I'll bear your Logs the white. Pray give me that,
I'll carry it to the Pile.

Fer. No, precious Creature,

I had rather crack my Sinews, break my Back,
Than you should fuch Dishonour undergo,
While I fit 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 you;
Chiefly that I might fet it in my Prayers,

What is your Name?

Mira. Miranda. O my Father,

I have broke your Hest to say so.

Fer. Admir'd Miranda,

Indeed the Top of Admiration, worth

What's

What's dearest to the World; full many a Lady
I have ey'd with best Regard, and many a time
Th' Harmony of their Tongues hath into Bondage
Brought my too diligent Ear; for several Virtues
Have I lik'd several Women, never any
With fo full Soul, but some Defe& in her
Did quarrel with the noblest Grace she ow'd,
And put it to the Foil. But you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every Creatures best.

Mira. I do not know

One of my Sex; no Woman's Face remember,
Sive, 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 skilless of; but my Modesty,
The Jewel in my Dower, I would not wish
Any Companion in the World but you;
Nor can Imagination form a Shape,
Befides 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 so, and would no more endure

This wooden Slavery, than to fuffer

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 Slave 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 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 am glad of.
Pro. Fair Encounter

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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 defire 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 dye your Maid: To be your Fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your Servant,
Whether you will or ro.

Fer. My Mistress, dearest,

And I thus humble ever.

Mira. My Husband then?

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Fer. Ay, with a Heart so willing As Bondage e'er of Freedom; here's my Hand. Mira. And mine, with my Heartin'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 with all; but my rejoycing
At nothing can be more. I'll to my Book,
For yet e'er Supper-time must I perform

Much Business appertaining.

Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo.

[Exeunt.

[Exit.

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 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, Servant Monster, when I bid thee; thy Eyes are a most set in thy Head.

Trin. Where should they be fet elfe? he were a brave Monfter indeed if they were fet in his Tail.

Ste My Mar-monster hath drown'd his Tongue in Sack; for my Part the Sea cannot drownme. I fwam, e'er I could recover

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 lift, he's no Standard.
Ste. We'll not run, Monfieur Monster.

Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lye like Dogs, and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy Life, if thou beeft a good Moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy Honour ? Let me lick thy Shooe; I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou lieft, most ignorant Mor ster, I am in cafe to justle a Consteble; why, thou debosh'd Fish, thou, was there ever Man a Coward, that hath drunk so much Sack as I to Day? wilt thou tell me 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 be! that a Monster should be such

a Natural!

Cal. Lo, lo, again; bite him to Death, I prerhee.

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. I thank my noble Lord. Will thou be pleas'd once

again to harken to the Suit I made to thee?

Ste. Marry will I ; kneel and repeat it,

I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invisible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am Subject to a Tyrant,

A Sorcerer, that by his Cunning hath cheated mer!
Of the Island.

Ari. Thou lieft.

Cal. Thou lieft, thou jesting Monkey thou;

I would my valiant Master would destroy thee;

I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's Tale,

By this Hand, I will fupplant some of your Teeth.

Trin. Why, I faid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more; proceed.

Cal. I say by Sorcery he got this Ifl

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