Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not conftant.

Cal. Theie be fine things, an if they be not fprights. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him.

Ste. How did't thou 'fcape? How cam'st thou hither? fwear, by this bottle, how thou cam'ft hither.Iefcap'd upon abutt of fack, which the failors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, fince I was cast afhore.

Cal I'll fwear upon that bottle, to be thy true fubicct for the liquor is earthly.

Ste. Here; fwear then, how escap’dst thou? Trin. Swoma-fhore, man, like a duck; Ican swim like a duck, I'll be fworn.

Ste. Here, kifs the book: Though thou can'st fwim like a duck, thou art made like a goofe. Trin. O Stephano, haft any more of this?

Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock, by the fea-fide, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague?

Cal. Haft thou not dropp'd from heaven?

Ste. Out o' the moon, I do affure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.

Cal. I have feen thee in her, and I do adore thee: my mistress fhew'd me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush.

Ste. Come, fwear to that; kifs the book: I will furnifh it anon with new contents: fwear.

Trin. By this good light this is a very shallow monfter:-I afraid of him!-a very weak monster :—The man i̇ the moon! a most pour

credu

lous.

lous monster :-Well drawn, monster, in good footh.

Cal. I'll fhew thee every fertile inch o' the ifle; And I will kits thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god." Trin. By this light, a moft perfidious and drunken monter; when his god's afleep, he'll rob his bottle.

Cal. I'll kifs thy foot; I'll fwear myself thy fubject.

Ste. Come on then; down, and swear.

Trin. I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monfter: A moft fcurvy monfter: 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 fhew 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 ferve!

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.

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 inftruct thee how To fnare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clustering filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee Young fcamels 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 being drown'd, we will inherit here.

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Here;

Here; bear my bottle! Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill

him by and bye again.

Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewell mafter; farewell, farewell.

Trin. A howling monfter; a drunken monster.
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;
Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

Nor fcrape trencher, nor wash dish;
Ban Ban', Ca-Caliban,

Has a new mafter-Get a new man.

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

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt.

ACT III

SCENE I Before PROSPERO's Cell.

Enter FERDINAND bearing a log.
Ferdinand.

THERE be fome fports 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 odious; but
The miftrefs, which I ferve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleafures: O, fhe is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harfhnefs. I must remove
Some thousands of thefe logs, and pile them up,

Upon

Upon a fore injunction: My fweet mistress

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

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Moft bufy-lefs, 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 rest you: when this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you: My father
Is hard at ftudy: pray now, reft yourself;
He's fafe for thefe three hours.

Fer. O moft dear mistress,

The fun will fet before I fhall discharge
What I muft ftrive 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 fhould fuch difhonour undergo,
While I fit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me

As well as it does you; and I'fhould do it
Witli much more cafe; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is againft.

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 befeech you

(Chiefly

(Chiefly that I might fet it in my prayers), What is your name?

Mira. Miranda :- -O my father,

I have broke your heft to say so!
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 nobleft grace the ow'd,
And put it to the foil: But you, O you,
So perfect, and fo peèrless, are created
Of every creature's beft.

Mira. I do not know

One of my fex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I feen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am fkill-lefs of; but, by my modesty
(The jewel of my dower), I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a fhape,
Befides yourfelf, 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 fo!) and would no more endure
This wooden flavery, than would I fuffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth :~-~
The very instant that I faw you, did

-Hear my foul

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