ster:I afeard of him?-a very weak monster:-The man i' the moon?-a most poor credulous monster :Well drawn, monster, in good footh,

CAL. I'll shew the every fertile inch o' the ifsland; And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee be my god.

TRIN. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. CAL. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject. STE. Come on then; down, and swear,

TRIN. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: A most scuryy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,

STE. Come, kifs.

TRIN. -but that the poor monster's in drink: An abominable monster!

[berries;

CAL. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee

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 wond'rous man.

TRIN. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

CAL. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To fnare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young fea-mells from the rock; Wilt thou go with me?

STE. I pr'ythee 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. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. CAL, Farewell master; farewell, farewell. [Singsdrunkenly.

TRIN. A howling monster; a drunken monster.

CAL. No more dams I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

Nor fcrape trenchering, nor wash dish ;

'Ban 'Ban, Ca_Caliban,

Has a new master-Get a new man.

Freedom, hey-dey! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey

day, freedom!

STE, O brave monster! lead the way.!

ACT III.

SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S Cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

[Exeunt.

FER. There be some sports are painful; but 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 'tis odious; but

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

Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harsiness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore injunction: My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, fuch baseness
Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;
Most bufy-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

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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 weary'd you : My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;

He's fafe for these three hours.

FER. O most dear mistress,

The fun will fet, 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 it to the pile.

FER. No, precious creature :

I had rather crack my finews, 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 againft.

PRO. Poor worm! thou art infected;
This vifitation shews it.

MIRA. You look wearily.

FER. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me,

When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set 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 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 fo full foul, but some defect 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 creature's beft.

MIRA. I do not know

One of my sex; 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 am skill-less 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,
Befides yourself, to like of: But I prattle

Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein 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 flavery, than I would fuffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth. - Hear my foul speak;

The very instant that I saw you, did

My heart fly to your service; there refides,

To make me flave to it; and, for your fake,

Am I this patient log-man.

MIRA. Do you love me ?

FER. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this found,

And crown what I profess with kind event,

If I speak true; if hollowly, invert

What best is bodded me, to mischief! I,

Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,

Do love, prize, honour you.

MIRA. I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.

PRO. Fair encounter

Of two moft rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!

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 itself,

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?
FER. Ay, with a heart as willing

As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.

[well,

MIRA. And mine, with my heart in't: And now fareTill half an hour hence.

FER. A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt FER. and MIR.
PRO. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,

Who are furpriz'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.