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

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

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not fprights: that's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor : I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou scape? how cam'st thou hither? swear, by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither : I efcap'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, since I was caft a-shore.

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

Ste. Here: swear then, how escap'dst thou ?

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

Ste. Here, kiss the book. Though thou can't 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 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 assure thee. I was the man in th' moon, when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her; and I do adore thee: my mistress shew'd 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 afraid of him? a very shallow monster: the

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

man

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

Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'th' Isse, and I will 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 my self thy subject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear.

Trin. I shall laugh my self to death at this puppyheaded 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 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 snare the nimble marmazet ; I'll bring thee "To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee " Young Shamois from the rock. Wilt thou go

" with me?י

Ste. I pr'ythee 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.

Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewel, master; 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 Scrape trencher, nor wash dish,

Ban' Ban', Cacalyban

Has a new master, get a new man.

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

day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster, lead the way.

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENEI.

Before Profpero's Cell.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

FERDINAND.

HERE be fome sports 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 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 compos'd of harshness. I must move
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 executer; I forget;

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

Enter

Enter Miranda; and Profpero, at a distance unseen.

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, set it down and rest you; when this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you: my father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest your self;
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't to the pile.

Fer. No, precious creature,

I'ad 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 ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is againft.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation 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've 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've ey'd with best regard, and many a time

Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
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Brought

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:

Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues
Have I lik'd several women, never any
With so full foul, but forme 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.

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'm skilless 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,
Besides your self, 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 I would fuffer
The flesh-flie blow my mouth. Hear my foul speak;

The very instant that I saw you, did

My heart fly to your service, there resides

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 profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best 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.