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man i'th' moon? -a most poor credulous monster; well drawn, monster, in good sooth.
Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'th'Ife, and I will kiss thy foot: I proythee, 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.
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 a-
Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.
Cal. I pry’thee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
without any more (19) Young Scamels from the Rock.) I can no where else meet with such a Word as Scamel, which has postess’d all the Editions. Shakespeare mast certainly either have wrote Shamois (as Mr. Warburton and I have both conjecturd) i. e. young Kids: or Sea-malls. The Sea-mall, or Seamell, or Sta-mew (according to Willoughby,) is that Bird, which is call'd Larus cinereus minor ; it feeds upon Fish, and frequents the Banks of Lakes. It is not impoffible, but our Poet might here intend this Bird. Or, again, (and which comes near to Scamel, in the Traces of the Letters.) Ray tells us of another Bird, call'd the Stannel, (the fame with the Tinnunculus among the Latins, ånd xey geis amongit the Greeks;) of the Hawk Species. It is no Matter which of the three Readings we embrace, to we take a Word signifying the Name of something in Naturé.
talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company else being drown'd, we will inherit here. Here, bear my bottle ; fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal." [Sings drurkenly.] Farewel, master; farewel,
Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
Has a new master, get a new man.
day, freedom !
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.
FERD IN AN D.
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
But these sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour, Most busie-less, when I do it. (20)
Enter Miranda ; and Prospero, at a distance unseen,
Mira. Alas, now pray you,
Fer. O most dear mistress,
Mira. If you'll fit down,
Fer. No, precious creature,
Mira. It would become me,
Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;
Mira. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress'; 'tis fresh morning with mo, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers) What is your name?
(20) Leaft busie when I do it.] This Reading, I presume, to be Mr. Pope's; for I do not find it authoriz'd by the Copies : 'I'he two first Folio's read;
Most busy least, when I do it. 'Tis true, this Reading is corrupt; but the Corruption is fo very little remov'd from the Truth of the Text, that I can't afford to think well of my own Sagacity for having discover'd it.
Mira. Miranda. O my father,
Fer. Admir'd Miranda!
Mira. I do not know
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 I would suffer 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 sake 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
Mira. I am a fool,
Pro. Fair encounter
grace, On that which breeds between 'em!
Fer. Wherefore weep you?
Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer, What I desire 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 shews. 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 servant, 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. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't, and now fare
wel, Till half an hour hence. Fer. A thousand, thousand.
[Exeunt. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpriz’d withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book 1 For yet, ere supper-time must I perform Much business appertaining.