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SCENE, before Prospero's Celf.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log..

Here be fome sports are painful, but their labour-

Delight in them fets off: some kinds of baseneis
Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean tak wou'd be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious: but
The mitress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures : Q, the is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed ; ;
And he's compos'd of harthness.. 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, such baseness.
Had ne'er like executer ; I forget;
But these sweet thoughts do ev’n refresh my labour,,
Most busy-less, when I do it (20)

Eriter Miranda ; and Prospero, at a distance unseen.

Mira Alas, now pray you,
Work not so hard; I would the lightning had
Burn't 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 ftudy; pray now, reft yourselt;
He's safe for these three hours.

(20) Leaft busy when I do it.] This reading, I presume, to be Mr. Pope's; for I do not find it authoriz’d by the copies : The two firft folio's read;

Mij bufy least, when I do it. 'Tis true, this reading, is corrupt; hut the corruption is fo very little remov'd from the truth of the text, that I can't afford to think well af..ny own fagacity for having discover'd it,

Fer. O most dear mitress,
The fun will set, before I thall discharge
What I muft 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 sit lazy by

Mira. It would become me,
As well as it does you; and I thould do it
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected ;
This vifitation News it.

Mira. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress'; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefy that I might let 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 admirarion ; worth
What's deareft to the world! full many a Lady
Dve 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 rev'ral women, never any
With so full soul, but fome de£:& in her
Did qua rel with the nobleft

the ow

Ånd put it to the foil. But you, O you,
So perect, and fo peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Mira. I do
One of


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,


not know

I'm skilless of; but, by my modesty,
(The jewel in my dower) I would not willi
Any companion in the world. but you ;.
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides 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 io!) and would no more endure This wooden lavery, than I would sufer The flesh-fly 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 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 round,
And crown what I profefs with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What belt 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: Fair encounter
Of two inost rare affections ! heav'ns rain gracej.
On that which breeds between 'em!

Fex. Wherefore weep you?

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer, What I desire to give ; and much less take, What I Mall die to want; but this is trifling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful cunning And prompt me plain and holy innocence. I am you:

wife, if


will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your You may deny me; but I'll be

your Whether you will or no. Fer. My mistress, deareft,

Mirfram And I thus humble ever.

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Mira. My husband then
Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing,
As bondage e'er of freedom; bere's my hand.

Mira. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel,
Till half an hour hence,
Fér. A thousand, thousand.

[Excunt. Pro

. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpriz'd withal; but my rejoicing

can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere fupper-time muft I perform Much bufiners appertaining.

(Exit. SCENE changes to another part of the Illand.

Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.
CELL not me; when the butt is out, we will

drink water, not a drop before ; therefore bear up, and board 'em, fervant monster (21); drink

At nothing

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(2) Serwant-monster.] The part of Caliban has been estrem'd a kgnal instance of the copiousness of Shakespeare's invention; and that he had shewn an extent of genius, in creating a person which

And for this, as well as his oiber magical and ideal characters, a just admiration has been paid him. I can't help taking notice, on this occafion, of the virulence of Ben Jobmfon, who, in the induction to his Bartimew Fair, has endeavourid to throw dirt, not anly at this single character, but at this whole day. “If

there be never a sereiant morfier in the fair, who can help it, (he " says,) nor a neft of anticks . He is lotá to make nature afraid in

his plays, like those that beget tales, tempes, and such like drolle

keries, to mix his head with other mens heels.” Shakespeare, as the tradition runs, was the perfon who first brougbe Juinfin upon the Stage ; and this is the ftab we and given in requiial for such a service, when his benefactor was retreated from the scene,

A circumfance, that ftrangely aggravates the ingratitude. But this surly faucinels was familiar with Ben,; when the publick were ever out of humour at his performances, he would revenge it on them, by being out of bumour with those pieces which had brft pleas'd them. I'll only add, that his conduet in this was very contradictory to his cooler proo

Brons, that if men would impartially look towards the offices and (functions of a Poet, they would eafily conclude to themselves the implibility of any man's bưing the guid Poet, without fisst being a

"good mang

Trin. Servant monster! the folly of this island! thay fay, there's but five upon this ide; we are three of them, if the other two be brain'd like us, the state torters.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee ; thy eyes are almost fer in thy head.

Irin. Where should they be set else. he were a brave monster indeed, if tbey were set in his tail.

Sie. My man-monster hath drown'd. his tongue in fack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me, I swam, ere I could 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 list; he's no standards Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.

Trin, Nor go neither: but you'll lye like dogs, and yet fay nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour let me fick thy hoe ;, I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou. liest, most ignorant monster,.I am in case to juftle a constable ; why, thou debolh'd fish thou, was there ever a man a coward that hath drunk ro much fack, as [, to-day? wilt thou tell a monstrous lye, being buç half a finh, and half a monster. Cal. Lo, how he mocks me: wilt thou let him

Lord! Trin. Lord, quoth he! that a monster should be such a natural !

Cel. Lo, lo, again; bite him to death, I prythee.

Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head ; if you prove a mutineer; the next tree the poor mona ster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

Cali I thank my noble Lord. Wils thou be pleasid to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Ste. Marry, will l; kneel and repeat it, I will stand, and so thall Trincula.

Enter Ariel invisible. Çal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a forcerer,that byhis cunning hath cheated me of the islande


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