fter: I afeard of him?-a very weak monster:-The man i' the moon?-a most poor credulous monster :— Well drawn, monster, in good footh,

CAL. I'll fhew the every fertile inch o' the island; And kifs 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 fwear myself thy fubject. STE. Come on then; down, and swear,

TRIN. I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster; A moft fcuryy 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! [berries;

CAL. I'll fhew thee the beft fprings; I'll pluck thee 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 monfter; 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 neft, and instruct thee how To fnare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To cluft'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee Young fea-mells 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 elfe being drown'd, we will inherit here.

bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him

Here; bear my

by and by again.

CAL. Farewell mafter; 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 fcrape trenchering, nor wash dish;
'Ban 'Ban, Ca_Caliban,

Has a new mafter—Get a new man.

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

day, freedom!

STE, O brave monster! lead the way.'

ACT III.

SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S Cell.
Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

[Exeunt.

FER. There be some sports are painful; but their labour
Delight in them fets off: fome 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 '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 harfhnefs. I muft remove
Some thousands of thefe logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore injunction: My fweet mistress

Weeps when she fees me work; and fays, fuch baseness
Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busy-less, when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.

MIRA. Alas, now! pray you,

Work not fo hard; I would, the lightning had

Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile!
Pray, fet it down, and reft you: when this burns,
'Twill weep for having weary'd you: My father
Is hard at study; pray now, reft yourself;
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 it to the pile.

FER. No, precious creature:

I had 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 should do it

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

And yours against.

PRO. Poor worm! thou art infected;

This vifitation fhews it.

MIRA. You look wearily.

FER. No, noble miftrefs; '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 have 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 have ey'd with beft regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage

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 noblest grace fhe 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 fex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than

And

you, good friend,
my dear father: how features are abroad,

I am skill-lefs 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 yourself, to like of: But I prattle

Something too wildly, and

Therein forget.

my

FER. I am, in my condition,

father's precepts

A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;

(I would, not fo!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than I would suffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my

foul speak;

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 heaven, O earth, bear witnefs to this found,

And crown what I profefs with kind event,

If I fpeak true; if hollowly, invert

What beft is bodded me, to mischief! I,

Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,

Do love, prize, honour

MIRA. I am a fool,

you.

To weep at what I am glad of.

PRO. Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!

FER. Wherefore weep you?

MIRA. At mine unworthinefs, that dare not offer
What I defire to give; and much less take,
What I fhall die to want: But this is trifling;
And all the more it feeks to hide itself,

The bigger bulk it fhews. Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence !
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I'll die your maid to be your fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your fervant,
Whether you will or no.

FER. My mistress, dearest,

And I thus humble ever.

MIRA. My husband then?

FER. Ay, with a heart as willing

As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. [well, MIRA. And mine, with my heart in't: And now fareTill half an hour hence.

FER. A thoufand! thoufand! [Exeunt FER. and MIR, PRO. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are furpriz'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book ; For yet, ere fupper time, must I perform Much business appertaining.

[Exit.