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 witness to this

found,

And crown what I profefs with kind event,
If I fpeak true; if hollowly invert

What beft is boded me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira. I am a fool,

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 unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I defire to give; and much less take,
What I defire 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, deareft,.

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

Till half an hour hence.

[farewell, Fer.

Fer. A thoufand, thousand!

[Exeunt.

Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are furpris'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere fupper-time muft I perform Much bufinefs appertaining.

[Exit.

SCENE II. Another Part of the Iland.

Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, with

a bottle.

Ste. Tell not me ;-when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before; therefore bear up, and board 'em: Servant-monster, drink to me.

Trin. Servant-monster! the folly of this ifland! They fay, there's but five upon this ifle: we are three of them; if the other two be brain'd like us, the ftate totters.

Ste. Drink, fervant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

Trin. Where fhould they be fet elfe? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were fet in his tail. Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in fack: for my part the fea cannot drown me: I fwam, ere I could recover the fhore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light.-Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monfter, or my ftandard.

Trin. Your lieutenant, if you lift; he's noftandard. Ste. We'll not run, monfieur monster.

Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet fay 'nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou be'ft a good moon-calf.

Cal

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Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy fhoe: I'll not ferve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou ly'st, most ignorant monster;" I am in cafe to justle a conftable: why, thou de[Ebosh'd fish thou, was there ever a man a coward, that hath drunk so much fack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster?

t.

Cal. Lo, how he mocks me; wilt thou let him, my lord?

Trin. Lord, quoth he!—that a monster should be fuch a natural!

Cal. Lo, lo, again: bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not fuffer indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the fuit I made to thee?

e. Marry will I; kneel, and repeat it; I will ftand, and fo fhall Trinculo.

Enter ARIEL invifible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am fubject to a tyrant; a forcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island..

Ari. Thou ly'st.

Cal. Thou ly'ft, thou jefting monkey, thou;
I would, my valiant malter would destroy thee:
I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will fupplant fome of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I faid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more-- -[To Caliban.]

Proceed.

Cal. I fay, by forcery he got this ifle; From me he got it. If thy greatnefs will Revenge it on him (for, I know, thou dar'st, But this thing dare not―)

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll ferve thee, Ste. How now fhall this be compass'd? Canst thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee afleep, Where thou may't knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou ly'ft, thou canst not.

Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? Thou fcurvy patch!

I do befeech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone,
He fhall drink nought but brine; for I'll not fhew
Where the quick freihes are.

Chim

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger, interrupt the monfter one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a ftock-fifh of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.

Ste. Did'st thou not fay, hely'd?

Ari. Thou ly'st.

Ste. Do I fo? Take thou that.

[Beats him. As you like this, give me the lie another time. Trin. I did not give thee the lie :-Out o' your wits and hearing too?-A pox of your bottle! this can fack, and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

Cal.

Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee ftand further off.

Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,
I'll beat him too.

Ste. Stand further.-Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
I'the afternoon to fleep: there thoumay'ft brain him,"
Having first feiz'd his books; or with a log
Batter his fkull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife: Remember,
First to poffefs his books: for without them
He's but a fot, as I am; nor hath not
One spirit to command: They all do hate him,
As rootedly as I: Burn but his books;
He hath brave utenfils (for fo he calls them)
Which, when he has an houfe, he'll deck withal,
And that moft deeply to confider, is

The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her, a non-pareil: I never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam, and the;
But fhe as far furpaffes Sycorax,

As greatest does least.

Ste. Is it so brave a lass ?

Cal. Ay, lord; fhe will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave brood.

Ste. Monfter, I will kill this man; his daughter and I will be king and queen; (fave our graces!) and Trinculo and thyfelf fhall be vice-roys:Doft thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand; I am forry I beat thee; but, while thou liv'ft, keep a good tongue in thy head. Cal. Within this half hour will he be afleep;