Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: come, Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.

Trin. Stephano! -if thou beest Stephano, touch Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; -be not To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee afeard,-thy good friend Trinculo.

To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull Young sea-mells from the rock. Wilt thou go with thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any how cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our comCan he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunderstroke:-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I him by and by again.

hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm over-blown! I hid me under the dead moon-calf's

gaberdine, for fear of the storm: and art thou living,
Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!
Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach
is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither.

(1) India. (2) Stool. (3) Sea-gulle.

Scene I, II.

ACT III.

TEMPEST.

More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,

SCENE I.-Before Prospero's cell. Enter Fer-i am skill-less of; but by my modesty

dinand, bearing a log.

Fer. There 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 would be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but

The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is

Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress

Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such

baseness

Had ne'er like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;

Most busy-less, when I do it.

Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance.
Mira.

Alas, now! pray you,
Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are 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 yourself:

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 sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile.
No, precious creature:
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,

Fer.

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 witi is to it,

And yours against.

Pro.

Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation shows it.

Mira.

You look wearily.

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 itself,

The bigger bulk it shows. 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.

And I thus humble ever.

Mira.

My mistress, dearest,

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

farewell,

Till half an hour hence.

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with Fer.

I have broke your hest1 to say so!
Fer.

Admir'd Miranda!
Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's dearest to the world. Full many a lady
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
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 she ow'd,2
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 sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen

(1) Command. (2) Own'd. (3) Whatsoever.

A thousand! thousand!
[Exeunt Fer. and Mir.

Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,
Who are surpris'd with all; 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 II.-Another part of the Island. Enter Stephano and Trinculo; Caliban following with a bottle.

Ste. Tell not me;-when the butt is out, we wil 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 isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters.

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

Trin. Where should they be set else? he were Ja brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

C

Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.

Trin. Nor go neither: but you 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.

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

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou deboshed1 fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain

drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous he, being but haff 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!

him,

Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his weazand with thy knife: Remember,
First to possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not

One spirit to command: They all do hate him,

Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. As rootedly as I: Burn but his books;

Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; He has brave utensils (for so he calls them,) if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-The poor Which, when he has a house, he'l deck withal. monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indig- And that most deeply to consider, is

nity.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd

To hearken once again the suit I made thee?

Ste. Marry will I: kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Ca. I say, by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; But this thing dare not.

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.
Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst

thou bring me to the party?

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

Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.
Cal. What a pied ninny's this!2 Thou scurvy

patch!

I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone,
He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show
Where the quick freshes are.

[him

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger; interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a

stock-fish of thee.

(1) Debauched.

(2) Alluding to Trinculo's party-coloured dress.

The beauty of his daughter; he himself

Calls her a nonpareil: I ne'er saw woman,

But only Sycorax my dam, and she;

But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,
As greatest does least.
Ste.

Is it so brave a lass ?

Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant,

And bring thee forth brave brood.

Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys: -Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo ?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.

Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep: Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste.

Ay, on mine honour.

Ari. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of plea

sure;

Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch

You taught me but while-ere?

Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.

[Sings.

Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd,

I cry'd to dream again.

(For, certes, these are people of the island,)
Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet note,
Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of
Our human generation you shall find
Many, nay, almost any.
Pro.

Honest lord,

Thou hast said well; for some of you there present,
[Aside.
Are worse than devils.
I cannot too much muse,

Alon.

Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, ex

pressing

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, (Although they want the use of tongue,)

where I shall have my music for nothing.

Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.

Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the

story.

Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on.

Of excellent dumb discourse.
Pro.

a kind

Praise in departing. [Aside.

Fran. They vanish'd strangely.
Seb.

stomachs.

No matter, since

Not I.

They have left their viands behind; for we have Will't please you taste of what is here? Alon. Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear: When we were boys, SCENE III. Another part of the Island. En- Who would believe that there were mountaineers,

Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.

[Exeunt.

Old lord, I cannot blame thee,

Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd,
Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go.

Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
[Aside to Sebastian.

Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolv'd to effect.

I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past: -Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand too, and do as we.

Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a har-
py: claps his wings upon the table, and with a
quaint device, the banquet vanishes.

Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny
(That hath to instrument this lower world,
And what is in't,) the never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up; and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;

[Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords.
And even with such like valour, men hang and
drown
Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate; the elements

Solemn and strange music; and Prospero above, Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bring-Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs ing in a banquet; they dance about it with gen-Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish tle actions of salutation; and inviting the king, &c. to eat, they depart.

One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,
And will not be uplifted: But, remember
(For that's my business to you,) that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him, and his innocent child; for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft: and do pronounce by me,
Lingering perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once) shall step by step attend
You, and your ways; whose wrath to guard you
(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow.

He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter That you shall hate it both: therefore, take heed, the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table.

SCENE I.-Before Prospero's cell. Enter Pros- Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.

Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims,