made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands,
since I was cast ashore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true
subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; swear, then, how thou escapedst.

Trin. Swum ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim

like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this?

Ste. The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?

Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' the moon when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: my
mistress show'd me thee, and thy dog, and thy
bush.

Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will fur-
nish it anon with new contents: swear.
Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow
I afeard of him! A very weak
The man i' the moon! A most

monster!

monster !

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poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, 150 in good sooth!

Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;

and I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when's 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 puppy-
headed monster. A most scurvy monster!
could find in my heart to beat him,—

Ste. Come, kiss.

Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink.

abominable monster!

I

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Cal. I'll show 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.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder

Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;

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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 marmoset; I'll bring thee To clustering filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me? Ste. I prithee now, lead the way, without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here: here; bear my bottle fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him 180 by and by again.

Cal. [Sings drunkenly]

Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!

Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster!

Cal.

No more dams I'll make for fish ;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring;

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish:
'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban

Has a new master :-get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! free- 190 dom, hey-day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! Lead the way. [Exeunt.

Act Third.

Scene I.

Before Prospero's cell.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful, and 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 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 composed of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, IO
Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress

Mir.

Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness
Had never like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
Most busy lest, when I do it.

Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance,

unseen.

Alas, now, pray you,

Fer.

Mir.

Fer.

Mir.

Pros.

Mir.

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.

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O most dear mistress,

The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.

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,
While I sit lazy by.

It would become me

:

As well as it does you and I should do it
With much more ease;

And yours it is against.

for my good will is to it, 30

Poor worm, thou art infected!

You look wearily.

This visitation shows it.

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