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Cal. I'll fhew 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 ferve;

I'll bear him no more Sticks, but follow thee, thou won-; drous 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; fhow thee a Jay's Neft, and inftru&t thee how to fnare the nimble Marmazet; I'll bring thee to cluftring Filberds, and fometimes 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, elfe being drown'd, we will inherit here; here, bear my Bottle; Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Caliban fings drunkenly. Farewel, Mafter; farewel, farewel.

Tri. A howling Monster; a drunken Monster.
Cal. No more Dams I'll make for Fish,
Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,
Nor Scape Trenchering, nor wash Difb.
Ban', Ban', Cacalyban

Has a new Mafter, get a new Man.
Freedom, hey-day, hey-day Freedom, Freedom, hey-day


Ste. O brave Monster, lead the way.





Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.

Fet.THERE be fome Sports are painful, and their Labour
Delight in them fets off: Some kinds of Bafeness
Are nobly undergone, and moft poor Matters
Point to rich Ends; this my mean Task
Would be as heavy to me, as odious, but
The Miftrefs which I ferve, quickens what's dear
And makes my Labours Pleafures: O the is



Ten times more gentle, than her Father's crabbed;"
And he's compos'd of Harthhefs. I must remove
Some thousands of these Logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore Injunction; my fweet Miftrefs

Weeps when the fees me work, and fays fuch Bafenels
Had never like Executor; I forget;


But thefe fweet Thoughts do even refresh my Labours,
Moft bufie leaft, when I do it.

Enter Miranda, and Profpero at a Distance unseen.
Mira. Alas, now pray you,

Work not fo hard; I would the Lightning had
Burnt up thofe Logs that thou art enjoyn'd to pile t
Pray fet it down, and reft you; when this burns
Twill weep for having weary'd you; my Father
Is hard at Study, pray now reft your Telf,
He's fafe for thefe three Hours.

Fer. O moft dear Miftrefs,

The Sun will fet before I fhall discharge
What I muft ftrive to do.

Mira. If you'll fit down,

I'll bear your Logs the while. 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 eafe; for my good-will is to it,
And yours it is againft.

Pro. Poor Worm, thou art infected,

This Vifitation fhews it.

Mira. You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble Miftrefs, '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 Heft to fay fo.
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 beft Regard, and many a time
Th' Harmony of their Tongues hath into Bondage
Brought my too diligent Ear; for feveral Virtues
Have I lik'd feveral Women, never any
With fo full Soul, but fome Defe&t 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 beft.

Mira. I do not know

One of my Sex; no Woman's Face remember,
Save, from my Glafs, mine own; nor have I feen
More that I may call Men, than you good Friend,
And my dear Father; how Features are abroad
I am skillefs of; but my Modefty,

The Jewel in my Dower, I would not wish
Any Companion in the World but you;
Nor can Imagination form a Shape,
Befides your felf, 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 Slavery, than to fuffer

The Flesh-flie blow my Mouth. Hear my Soul speak;
The very inftant that I faw you, did

My Heart fly to your Service, there refides
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 profefs with kind Event, If I fpeak true; if hollowly, invert What beft is boaded me, to Mifchief; I, Beyond all limit of what elfe i'th' World, Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira. I am a Fool

To weep at what I am glad of.
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 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 felf,
The bigger Bulk it fhews. 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 Miftrefs, dearest, And I thus humble ever.

Mira. My Husband then?
Fer. Ay, with a Heart fo 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 thoufand, 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 muft I perform
Much Bufinefs appertaining.



II. 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 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, Servant Monster, when I bid thee; thy Eyes are a moft fet in thy Head.

Trin. Where fhould they be fet elfe? he were a brave Monster 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 drown me. I fwam, e'er I could


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 fay nothing neither.

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

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

Trin. Thou lieft, moft ignorant Mor fter, I am in cafe to juftle a Confteble; why, thou debofh'd Fish, thou, was there ever Man a Coward, that hath drunk fo much Sack as I to Day? wilt thou tell me a monftrous 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 Monfter should be fuch 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 fuffer Indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble Lord. Will thou be pleas'd once again to haiken to the Suit I made to thee?

Ste. Marry will I ; kneel and repeat it,

I will ftand, and fo fhall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invisible.

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

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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 Sorcery he got this Ifle,



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