me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the ftorm and art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about, my ftomach is not conftant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprights: that's a brave god, and bears celeftial liquor: I will

kneel to him.

Ste. How didft thou fcape? how cam'ft thou hither? fwear, by this bottle, how thou cam'ft hither: I escap'd upon a butt of fack, which the failors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, fince I was caft a-fhore.

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

Ste. Here: fwear then, how escap'dft thou?

Trin. Swom a-shore, man, like a duck; I can fwim like a duck, I'll be fworn.

Ste. Here, kifs the book. Though thou can't fwim like a duck, thou art made like a goofe. Trin. O Stephano, haft any more of this?

Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by th' fea-fide, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf, how does thine ague?

Cal. Haft thou not dropt from heav'n?

Ste. Out o' th' moon, I do affure thee. I was the man in th' moon, when time was.

Cal. I have feen thee in her; and I do adore thee: my mistress shew'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bush. Ste. Come, fwear to that; kifs the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: fwear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monfter: I afraid of him? a very fhallow monster: the

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2 I afraid of him? a very shallow monfier, &c ] It is to be obferved that Trinculo the speaker is not charged with being afraid: but it was his Confcioufnefs that he was fo that drew this bragg from him. This is Nature.

man

man i' th' moon?-a moft poor credulous monster: well drawn, monster, in good footh.

Cal. I'll fhew thee every fertile inch o'th' Ifle, and I will kifs thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god.

Trin. By this light, a moft perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's afleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot. I'll fwear my self thy subject. Ste. Come on then; down, and fwear.

Trin. I fhall laugh my felf to death at this puppyheaded monster: a moft fcurvy 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 !

Cal. I'll fhew thee the beft fprings; 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 wond'rous man.

Trin. A moft ridiculous monster, to make a wonder poor drunkard.

of a

Cal. "I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs (6 grow;

"And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; "Shew thee a jay's neft, and inftruct thee how "To fnare the nimble marmazet; I'll bring thee "To cluft'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee "Young Shamois 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.

3 Young SCAMELS from the rock.] We fhould read SHAMOIS, i.. young Kids.

Cal.

Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewel, mafter; farewel, farewel.

Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster.
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish,
Nor fetch in firing at requiring,

Nor fcrape trencher, nor wash dish,
Ban' Ban', Cacalyban

Has a new mafter, get a new man.

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

day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monfter, lead the way.

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

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Before Profpero's Cell.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

FERDINAND.

HERE be fome fports are painful, but their

labour

Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of basenefs
Are nobly undergone, and most-poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task wou'd be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious: but

The mistress, which I ferve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: O, fhe is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must move
Some thousands of thefe logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore Injunction. My fweet Mistress
Weeps when the fees me work, and fays, fuch bafeness
Had ne'er like executer; I forget;

But these sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour,
Moft bufie-lefs, when I do it.

Enter

Enter Miranda; and Profpero, at a distance unfeen. Mira. Alas, now, pray you,

Work not fo hard; I would the lightning had Burnt up those logs, that thou'rt enjoin'd to pile : Pray, fet it down and reft you; when this burns, 'Twill weep for having wearied you: my father Is hard at study; pray now, rest your felf; He's fafe for these three hours.

Fer. O moft dear mistress,

The fun will fet before I fhall 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't to the pile.

Fer. No, precious creature,

l'ad rather crack my finews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo,

While I fit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me,

As well as it does you; and I fhould do it

With much more eafe; for my good will is to it,

And yours it is against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

This vifitation fhews 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 fet it in my prayers)

What is your name?

Mira. Miranda. O my father,

I've 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've ey'd with beft regard, and many a time
Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
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Brought my too diligent ear; for feveral virtues
Have I lik'd feveral women, never any

With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the nobleft grace fhe ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, O you,
So perfect, and fo peerlefs, are created
Of every creature's best.

Mira. I do not know

One of my fex; no woman's face remember,
Save from my glass 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'm skillefs 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 fhape,
Befides your felf, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and father's precepts
I therein do forget.

my

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 suffer

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

The very inftant that I faw you, did

My heart fly to your fervice, 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 heav'n, O earth, bear witness to this found,

And crown what I profefs with kind event,

If I fpeak true; if hollowly, invert

What beft 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'm glad of

Pro.