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recover bim, I will help his ague come! Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.

Trin. Srephano,

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? mercy! mercy! this is a devil, and no montter: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trim. Stephano! If thoa belt Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinoula ; be not afraid, thy good friend Tritcula. ..?

Ste. If thou beet Trinculo, come forth, 19 pull thee bys the lefter legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, thefe are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: how cam'ft thou to be the fiege of this moon-calf ? can he veng Princalo's !

il 9:f: Trin, I took him to be kill'd with a thunder stroke: but art thou not drown'd, Stephano ? ] hope now, thou art not drou n'd: is the form over-blown?! I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the form and are thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans fcap'd!

Ste. Priythce, do not turn me about, my stomach is ngo 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.

Sie. How didit thou scage? how cam ft thou hither? swear, by this bottle, how thou cam't hither: I escap'd upon a bug of sack, which the sailors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own bands, finee I was cast a-fhore.

Cal. l'll swear, úpon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not ea thly. th

Ste. Here : swear then, how escaped’h thou,.it

Frin. Swom a-thore, 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, haft any more of this

Ste. The whole buit, man; my cell is.in a rock by th' sea-fide, where my wine is hid. How-now, mooncalf, how does thine aguei

Cati

Cal. Halt 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 thew'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bush.. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I willfur.. nish it anon with new contents: swear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster: (18) I afraid of him? a very shallow monster:: the man i'th' mooni-a most poor credulous monster: well drawn, monster, in good footh.

Cal. l'll new thee every fertile inch o'th ifle, and I will kiss thy foot; I prythee, 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 subject. Ste. Come on then ; down, and swear.

Trin. I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppy. headed monster : a most fcurvy 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 dhew, 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.

(18) I afraid of him? a very smallozu monsier.] It is to be observ'd, Ti'inculo is not charg'd with any fear of Caliban and therefore this seems.to come in abruptly; but in this consists the true humour. His own consciousness, that he had been terribly afraid of, him, after the fright was over, drew out this brag. This seems to be one of Shakespeare's-fine touches of nature: for that Trinculo had been horribly frighten'd at the monster, and shook with fear of him, while he lay under his gaberdine, is plain, from what Ca'iban laysos while he is lying there? Thou doft me yet but little harm; thou wilt agon, I know by thy trembling:

Eal. I pry’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 fnare the niinble marmazet ; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee (19) Young ihamois from the rock, Wilt thou go with me?

Ste. pr’ythee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company elle 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,

fara vel
Trin. A howling monster ; a drunken monster.
Cal. No more dams Pill make for fish,

Nor feich in firing at requiring,
Nor scrape trencher,, nor waih dish,
Ban Bino, Cacyban

Has a new master, get a new man..
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-

day, freedom !
Sve. O brave monfter, lead the

[Exeunt.. (19) Young fcamels from the rock.) I can no where else meet with such a word as scamel, which has poffefs'd all the editions, Shakespeare must certainly either bave wrote shamois (as. Mr. Warburton and I have both conjectur’d) i. e. young kids: or sea-malls. The sea mall, or [ca--mell

, or fea-mez (according to Willoughby,) is that bird, which is callid larus cinereus minor ; it feeris

upon ith, and frequents the banks of lakes. It is not impossible, but our Poet might here intend this brd. Or, again, (and which comes near to scamel, in the traces of the letters.) Ray tells us of another bird, callid the Aranel, the same with the tinnunculus among the Larins, and xeyxphs amongit the Greeks ;) of the bawk ipecies. It is no matter which of the three readings we'embrace, fa .we take a word fignifying the game of fomething in satura

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ACT ILI.
SCENE, before Profperoʻs-Celt..
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

F'e D'IN'AND.
Here be some sports are painful, but their labour-

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of bafenefá.
Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean talk wou'd be
A's heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but
The mistress, which I ferve, quickens what's dead;
And makes my labours pleasures :: 0, he is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos’d of harshness. I must move
Some thou ands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress
Weeps, when she sees me work, and says, such basenefs.
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)

Enter. 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) Least busy wben I do it.]. This reading, I prefume, to be Mr. Pupe's; for I do not fird-it authoriz'd by the copies: The twofist folio's read;

MB busy least, when I do it. 'Tis true, this reading is corrupt ; but the corruption is so very little remov'd from the truth of the text, that I can't afford to think welti of my own fagacity for having discover’d.is,

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While

and I thould do it

Fer. O most dear mistress,
The fan will fet, before I thall discharge
What I must strive to do.

Mira. If you'll fit down,
I'll bear your logs the while. Pray give me that,
l'll carry't to the pile.

for. No, precious creature,
I'au rather crack my finews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,

I fit lazy by
Mira. It would become me,
As well as it does you;
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is againff.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;
This visitation thew's it.

Mira. You took wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress'; 'tis fresh morning with me,
When you are by at night. I do befeech you,
(Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers)
What is your name?

Mira. Miranda. O my father, 2 0.12
I've broke yoor heft to say so.

Fer. Admir'd Miranda!
Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's deareft 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
Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues
Have I lik'd fev'ral women; never any
With fo full foul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace fhe'ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, you,
So periect, and so peerless, are created

every creature's beft.

Mira. I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save from my glafs mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father ; how features are abroad,

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