TRIN. Swam a-shore, 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 seaside, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague?

CAL. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

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

CAL. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; my mistress shewed me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush.

STE. Come, swear to that: kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.

TRIN. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster :—I afeard of him?—a very weak monster :-The man i' the moon! -a most poor credulous monster:-Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

CAL. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o' the island; and I will kiss thy foot. I pr'y thee, 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 puppy-headed

monster: A most scurvy monster: I could find in my heart to beat him,

STE. Come, kiss.

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

CAL. I'll shew 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 of a poor drunkard.

CAL. I pr'y thee, 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 snare the nimble marmozet: I'll bring thee
To clust'ring filberts, and sometimes I'll get theec
Young scamels from the rock: Wilt thou go with me?

STE. I pr'y thee 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.

[Sings drunkenly.

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, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new master-Get a new man.

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

dom!

STE. O brave monster! lead the way.

[Exeunt.

HERE 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,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress

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

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labour;

Most busiest when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.

Alas, now! pray you,

MIRA.
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.

I'd rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,

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)

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,
And put it to the foil: but you, O you,

So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I scen
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,

Beside yourself, 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 so!) and would no more endure

This wooden slavery, than to suffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak ;—