What's dearest to the World; full many a Lady
I have ey'd with best Regard, and many a time
Th' 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 Soul, but fome 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 Creatures 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 Friends
And my dear Father; how Features are abroad
I am skilless of; but 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 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 so, and would no more endure

This wooden Slavery, than to fuffer

The Flesh-flie blow my Mouth. Hear my Soul speak;

The very instant that I saw you, did

My Heart fly to your Service, there resides

To make me Slave 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 Sound,

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 am glad of.
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Of two most rare Affections! Heav'ns rain Grace
On that which breeds between 'em.

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 it self,

The bigger Bulk it fhews. Hence bashful Cunning,

And prompt me plain arrd holy Innocence.
I am your Wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I'll dye your Maid: To be your Fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your Servant,
Whether you will or noa

Fer. My Miftress, dearest,

And I thus humble ever.

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Mira. My Husband then ?
Fer. Ay, with a Heart so willing

As Bondage e'er of Freedom; here's my Hand.
Mira. And mine, with my Heart in't; and now farewel
'Till half an Hour hence.

Fer. A thousand, thousand.

Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are furpriz'd with all; but my rejoycing. At nothing can be more. I'll to my Book, For yet e'er Supper-time must I perform

Much Business appertaining.

[Exeunt.

[Exit.

Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo. Ste. Tell not me, when the Butt is out we will drink Water, not a Drop before; therefore bear up, and board em, Servant Monster; drink to me.

Trin. Servant Monster! the Folly of this Island! they say there's but five upon this Isle; we are three of them, if the other two be brain'd like us, the State totters.

Ste. Drink, Servant Monster, when I bid thee; thy Eyes are almost set in thy Head.

Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave Monfter indeed if they were set in his Tail.

Ste. My Man-monster hath drown'd his Tongue in Sack; for my Part the Sea cannot drown me. I swam, e'er I could

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recover the Shore, five and thirty Leagues, off and on; by this Light thou shalt be my Lieutenant, Monster, or my Standard.

Trin. Your Lieutenant, if you lift, he's no Standard.
Ste. We'll not run, Monfieur Monster.

Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lye like Dogs, and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy Life, if thou beeft a good Moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy Honour? Let me lick thy Shooe; I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou lieft, most ignorant Monster, I am in cafe to justle a Constable; why, thou debosh'd Fish, thou, was there ever Man a Coward, that hath drunk so much Sack as I to Day? wilt thou tell me a monstrous Lie, being but half a Fish and half a Monfter?

Cal. Lo, how he mocks me: Wilt thou let him, my Lord?

Trin. Lord, quoth he? that a Monster should be such a Natural!

Cal. Lo, lo, again; bite him to Death, I prethee.

Ste. Trinculo, keep a good Tongue in your Head; if you prove a Mutineer, the next Tree the poor Monfter's my Subject, and he shall not suffer Indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd once again to hearken to the Suit I made to thee?

Ste. Marry will I; kneel and repeat it,

I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invisible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am Subject to a Tyrant,

A Sorcerer, that by his Cunning hath cheated me
Of the Island.

Ari. Thou lieft.

Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting Monkey thou; I would my valiant Master would destroy thee;

I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's Tale,

By this Hand, I will supplant some of your Teeth.

Trin. Why, I faid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more; proceed.

Cal. I say by Sorcery he got this Ifle,.....

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From me he got it. If thy Greatness will
Revenge it on him, for I know thou dar'st,
But this thing dare not.

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it, and I'll serve thee.
Ste. How now shall this be compast ?

Canst thou bring me to the Party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my Lord, I'll yield him thee asleep,

Where thou may'st knock a Nail into his Head.
Ari. Thou lieft, thou canst not.

Cal. What a pyde Ninny's this? Thou scurvy Patch!

I do beseech thy Greatness give him Blows,

And take his Bottle from him; when that's gone,
He shall drink nought but Brine, for I'll not shew him

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Where the quick Freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further Danger:

Interrupt the Monster one Word further, and by this Hand I'll turn my Mercy out o' Doors, and make a Stock-fish of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing;

I'll go no further off.

Ste. Didst thou not say he ly'd:

Ari. Thou lieft.

Ste. Do I so? Take you that.

As you like this, give me the Lie another time.

[Beats him.

Trin. I did not give thee the Lie; out o' your Wits and

Hearing too?

A pox o' your Bottle, this can Sack and Drinking do:
A murrrain on your Monster, and the Devil take your
Fingers.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha.

Ste. Now forward with your Tale; prethee stand further off.

Cal. Beat him enough; after a little time

I'll beat him too.

Ste. Stand further; come proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a Custom with him
I'th' Afternoon to sleep; there thou may'st brain him,
Having first seiz'd his Books; or with a Log
Batter his Skull, or paunch him with a Stake,

Or cut his Wezand with thy Knife. Remember

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First to possess his Books; for without them
He's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath not
One Spirit to command: They all do hate him
As rootedly as I. Burn but his Books;
He has brave Utenfils, for fo he calls them,
Which when he has an House, he'll deck withal.
And that most deeply to confider, is
The Beauty of his Daughter; he himself
Calls her a Non-pareil: I never faw a Woman
But only Sycorax my Dam, and she;

But the as far furpaffeth Sycorax

As greatest does the leaft.

Ste. Is it fo brave a Lafs?

Cal. Ay, Lord; she will become thy Bed, I warrant,

And bring thee forth brave Brood.

Ste. Monster, I will kill this Man: His Daughter and I will be King and Queen, save our Graces; and Trinculo and thy felf shall be Vice-Roys.

Dost thou like the Plot, Trinculo ?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy Hand; I am forry I beat thee: But while thou liv'st keep a good Tongue in thy Head. Cal. Within this half Hour will he be afleep;

Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste. Ay, on mine Honour.

Ari. This will I tell my Master.

Cal. Thou makst me merry; I am full of Pleasure:

Let us be jocund. Will you troul the Catch

You taught me but whileare?

Ste. At thy Request, Monster, I will do Reafon,

And Reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us fing.

[Sings.

Flout 'em, and cout 'em; and skont 'em, and flout 'em;

Thought is free.

Cal. That's not the Tune.

[Ariel plays the Tune on a Tabor and Pipe.

Ste. What is this fame?

Trin. This is the Tune of our Catch, plaid by the Pi

cture of No-body.

Ste. If thou be'ft a Man, shew thy felf in thy Likeness: If thou be'st a Devil, take't as thou lift.

Trin. O forgive me my Sin.