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. I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, 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. D 3 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. At requiring, Nor fcrape trencher, nor wash dish; 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. THERE be fome fports are painful; but their labour 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 Fer. O moft dear mistress, The fun will fet before I fhall discharge 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, Mira. It would become me As well as it does you; and I'fhould do it 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! Indeed the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world; full many a lady With fo full foul, but fome defect in her Mira. I do not know One of my fex; no woman's face remember, Fer. I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; -Hear my foul [fpeak; My |