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This is no mortal business, nor no sound

The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thy self That the earth owes®: - I hear it now above me. Upon this island, as a spy to win it

Pro. The iringed curtains of thine eye advance From me, the lord on't. And say, what thou seest yond'.


No, as I am a man. Mira.

What is't? a spirit? · Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,

temple: It carries a brave form:- But 'tis a spirit.

If the ill spirit have so fair an house, Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath Good things will strive to dwell with t. such senses


Follow me. - [TO FEND. As we have, such: This gallant which thou seest, Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. —Come. Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'di'll manacle thy neck and feet together; With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be him

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows,

Wherein the acorn cradled : Follow. And strays about to find them.


No; Mira.

I might call him I will resist such entertainment, till A thing divine; for nothing natural

Mine enemy has more power.

(He draws. I ever saw so noble.


O dear father, Pro. It goes on,

| Aside. Make not too rash a trial of him, for As my soul prompts it: – Spirit, fine spirit! I'll | He's gentle, and not fearful.a free thee


What, I say, Within two days for this.

My foot my tutor! - Put thy sword up, traitor; Fer.

Most sure the goddess Who mak’st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conOn whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe my prayer

science May know, if you remain upon this island; Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy wards ; And that you will some good instruction give, For I can here disarm thee with this stick, How I may bear me here: My prime request, And make thy weapon drop. Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! Mira.

Bescech you, father! If you be maid, or no!

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
No wonder, sir;

Sir, have pity; But, certainly a maid.

I'll be his surety.
My language; heavens !


Silence: one word more I am the best of them that speak this speech, Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Were I but where 'tis spoken.

An advocate for an impostor? hush! Pro.

How! the best? Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, What wert thou if the king of Naples heard thee? Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench!

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To the most of men this is a Caliban,
To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; And they to him are angels.
And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples;


My affectionis
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld Are then most humble ; I have no ambition
The king my father wreck'd.

To see a goodlier man.
Alack, for mercy! Pro.

Come on; obey: (To Fenn.
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords, the duke of Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

And have no vigor in them. And his brave son being twain.


So they are : Pro.

The duke of Milan, My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. And his more braver daughter, could control, thee, My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, If now 'twere fit to do't : — At the first sight The wreck of all my friends, or this inan's threats,

(Aside. To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, They have chang'd eyes:- Delicate Ariel, Might I but through my prison once a day I'll set thee free for this ! — A word, good sir; Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Let liberty make use of; space enough

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Have I in such a prison. Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first


It works: - Come on. That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! - Follow me. To be inclin'd my way!

(TO FERD. and Mir. Fer. 0, if a virgin,

Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [TO ARIEL. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Mira.

Be of comfort; The queen of Naples !

My father's of a better nature, sir, Pro.

Soft, sir, one word more. ---Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, They are both in either's powers; but this swift which now came from him. business


Thou shalt be as free I must uneasy make, lest too light winning (Aside. As mountain winds: but then exactly do Make the prize light. — One word more; I charge All points of my command. thee,


To the syllable. That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

Pro. Come, follow : speak not for him. (Exeunt


SCENE I. - Another part of the Island. Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace! Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, Gonzalo,

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. ADRIAN, Francisco, and others.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit ; Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause By and by it will strike. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Gon. Sir, Ìs much beyond our loss: our hint of woe

Seb. One:

-Tell. Is common; every day some sailor's wife,

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, offered, Have just our theme of woe : but for the miracle, Comes to the entertainer I mean our preservation, few in millions


A dollar. Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Gon. Dolor comes to him, indeed ; you have Our sorrow with our comfort.

spoken truer than you purposed. • Owas


• Guard.

S-b. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you The stomach of my sense : 'Would I had never should.

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Gun. Therefore, my lord.

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Who is so far from Italy removed,
Alon. I prythee, spare.

I ne'er again shall see her. ( thou mine heir Gon. Well, I have done: But yet —

Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Seb. He will be talking.

Hath made his meal on thee! Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good Friin.

Sir, he may live : wager, first begins to crow!

I saw him beat the surges under him, Seb. The old cock.

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Ant. The cockrel.

Whose enmity he tlung aside, and breasted Sen. Done: the wager?

The surze most swoin that met him: his bold head Ant. A laughter.

Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar' Seb. A match.

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Air. Though this island seem to be desert, – To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt, Ant. So you've pay’d.

He came alive to land. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, - Alon.

No, no, he's gone. Seh. Yet.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourseli for this great Alr. Yet

loss ; Ant. He could not miss it.

That would not bless our Europe with your daughAlr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and

ter, delicate temperance.

But rather lose her to an African; Anl. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. delivered.


Pr'ythee, peare. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherSeb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

wise Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

By all of us; and the fair soul herself Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Ant. True; save means to live.

Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

your son, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how I fear, forever: Milan and Naples have green.

More widows in them of this business' making, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Your own. Ant. He misses not much.

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally.


My lord Sebastian, Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed | The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, almost beyond credit)

And time io speak it in: you rub the sore, Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

When you should bring the plaster. Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Seb.

Very well. drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Ant. And most chirurgeonly. freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, stain'd with salt water.

When you are cloudy. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak,


Foul weather? would it not say, he lies?


Very foul. Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord, —

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. as when we put them on first in Afric, at the mar- Seb.

Or docks, or mallows. riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the Gon. And were the king of it, what would I do? kiny of Tunis.

Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine. Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Gon. l’ the commonwealth I would by contraries well in our return.

Execute all things; for no kind of trattíc Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a Would I dmit; no name of magistrate; paragon to their queen.

Letters should not be known; no use of service, Gon. Not sirce widow Dido's time.

Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Ant. Widow ? a pox o that! how came that Succession ; bound of land, tilthi, vineyard, none : widow in ? Widow Dido!

No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? No occupation; all men idle, all; good lord, how you take it!

And women, too; but innocent and pure : Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me study No sovereignty :: of that : she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.


And yet he would be king on't. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forAdr. Carthage?

gets the begining. Go. I assure you, Carthage.

Gon. All things in common nature should proAnt. His word is more than the miraculous harp.

duce, Seb. He hath raised the walls, and houses too. Without sweat or endeavor: treason, felony,

Int. What impossible matter will he make easy Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine; next?

Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his of its own kind, all foison', all abundance, pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

To feed my innocent people, Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? bring forth more islands.

Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Gon. Ay?

Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Ant. Why, in good time.

To excel the golden age. Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments Seh.

Save his majesty! seein now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! the marriage of your daughter, who is now qucen. Gon.

And, do you mark me, sir? Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.

Alon. Try’thee, no more: thou dost talk nothing Seh. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

to me. Ant. (), widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

use to laugh at nothing. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar- Ant. 'Twas you we

ugh'd at. riage ?

Gun. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am Alon. You cram these words into mine ears nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh against

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Ant. What a blow was there given !

Who's the next heir of Naples? Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.


Claribel. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal: you Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from continue in it five weeks without changing.


Can have no note, unless the sun were post, Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn music.

(The man i' the moon's too slow) till new-born chins Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Be rough and razorable: she, from whom Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; Gon. No, I warrant you ; I will not adventure And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, for I am very heavy!

In yours and my discharge. Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

Seb. What stuff is this? — How say you? (All sleep but Alon., SER., and Ant. 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Túnis; Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: 1 | There is some space. find


A space whose every cubit They are inclined to do so.

Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Seh.

Please you, sir, Measure us back to Naples? – Keep in Tunis, Do not omit the heavy offer of it;

And let Sebastian wake! -- Say, this were death It seldom visits sorrow: when it doth,

That now hath seiz'd them ; why, they were no It is a comforter. Ant. We two, my lord,

Than now they are : there be, that can rule Naples Will guard your person, while you take your rest, As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate And watch your safety.

As amply, and unnecessarily, Alon.

Thank you : wondrous heavy. As this Gonzalo ; I myself could make

(Alonso sleeps. Erit ARIEL. A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! The mind that I do! what a sleep were this Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

For your advancement! Do you understand me? Seh.

Why Seb. Methinks I do. Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not


And how does your content Mysels dispos'd to sleep.

Tender your own good fortune ? Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.


I remember, They fell together all, as by consent;

You did supplant your brother Prospero. They dropp'd as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Ant.

True : Worthy Sebastian?-0, what might?-No more:- And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

Much feater than before : My brother's servants What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; Were then my fellows, now they are my men. and

Seb. But, for your conscience My strong imagination sees a crown

Ant. Ay, sir ; where lies that ? if it were a kybe, Dropping upon thy head.

'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not Seb.

What, art thou waking ? This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences. Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, Seb.

I do; and surely, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st

No better than the earth he lies upon, Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? If he were that which now he's like: Whom I, This is a strange repose, to be asleep

With this obedient steel, three inches of it, With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, And yet so fast asleep.

To the perpetual wink for aye might put dnt. Noble Sebastian,

This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Thou let'st thy fortune sleep - die rather; wink'st Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, Whiles thou art waking.

They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; Seh.

Thou dost snore distinctly; They'll tell the clock to any business that There's meaning in thy snores.

We say betits the hour. Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Seh.

Thy case, dear friend, Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,

Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, Trebles thee o’er.

l'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Seb.

Well; I am standing water. Shall iree thee from the tribute which thou pay'st; .Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

And I the king shall love thee.
Do so: to ebb, Ant.

Draw together: Hereditary sloth instructs me.'

And when I rear my hand do you the like, Ant.


To fall it on Gonzalo. If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Seb.

0, but one word ! Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,

[They conrerse apart You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, Most often do so near the bottom run,

Music. Re-enter Ariel, inrisible. By their own fear, or sloth.

Ari. My master through his art forsees the danger Seb.

Pr’ythee, say on:

That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,

[Sings in Govzalo's ear. Which throes thee much to yield.

While you here do snoring lie, Ant.

Thus, sir, Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,

Open-ey'd conspiracy

His lime doth luke : (Who shall be of as little memory, When he is earth’d.) hath here almost persuaded

If of life yo't keep a care,

Shake off slum'fr, and beware: (For he's a spirit of persuasion only)

Awake! Awake!
The king his son's alive : 'tis as impossible
That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here swims. Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Seh. I have no hope

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king ! That he's undrown'd.

[Thru wake. Ant.

0, out of that no hope, Alon. Why how now, ho! awake! Why are What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is

you drawn? Another way so high a hope, that even

Wherefore this ghastly looking? Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,


What's the matter But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, me,

Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you ? Seh,

He's gone.

It struck mine ear most terribly. Ant.

Then, tell me,

· A bird of the jackdaw kind.



I heard nothing. This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort. Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;

[Drinks. To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar

Cal. Do not torment me: 0! Of a whole herd of lions.

Sie. What's the matter! Have we devils here! Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men Go. Upon mine honor, sir, I heard a humming, of Inde ?: Ha! I have not ’scap'd drowning, to be And that a strange one too, which did awake me : ateard now of your four legs; for it haih been said, I shak'd you, sir, and cry’d: as mine eyes open'd, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot I saw their weapons drawn:- there was a noise, make him give ground: and it shall be said so That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard; again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Cal. The spirit torments me: ()! Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make fur- Ste. This is some monster of the isle with four ther search

legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where For my poor son.

the devil should he learn our language? I will give Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts ! him some relier, if it be but for that : If I can reFor he is, sure, i' the island.

cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples Alon.

Lead away:

with bim, he's a present for any emperor that ever Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have trod on neat's leather. done:

[Aside. Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee; So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. I'll bring my wood home faster. SCENE II. -- Another part of the Island.

Sle. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after

the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood. never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove

his fit: If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I A noise of thunder heard.

will not take too much for him: he shall pay for Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up him that hath him, and that soundly. From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt him

Anon, I know it by thy trembling: By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,. Now Prosper works upon thee. And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Ste. Come on your ways: open your mouth; Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, here is that which will give language to yon, cat; Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark

open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I Out of my way, unless he bid them; but

can tell you, and that soundly : you cannot tell For every trifle are they set upon me:

who's your friend: open your chaps again. Sometime like apes that moes and chatter at me, Trin. I should know that voice: It should be And after, bite me; then like hedge-boys, which But he is drowned; and these are devils: (! deLie tumbling in my bare foot-way, and mount fend me! Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am

Sle. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, monster! His forward voice now is to speak well Do hiss me into madness :- Lo! now! lo! of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul Enter TRINCULO.

speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my

bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come, Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,

Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;

Trin. Stephano! Perchance, he will not mind me.

Ste. Doth'thy other mouth call me? Mercy! Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off mercy! this is a devil, and no monster! I will any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I leave himn; I have no long spoon. hear it sing i’ the wind : yond' same black cloud,

Trin. Stephano!-- if thou beest Stephano, touch yond' huge one, looks like a foul borbardi that

me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; - be not would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it a feard, - thy good friend Trinculo. did before, I know not where to hide my head: Sle. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls, thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, What have we here! a man or a fish? dead or alive? these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed. A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and How cam'st thou to be the sieges of this moon-call? fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor- Can he vent Trinculos ? John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderonce I was,) and had but this tish painted, not a stroke :-- But art thou not drowned, Stephano? holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver; I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm there would this monster make a man: any strange overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-call's beast there makes a man : when they will not give gaberdine, for fear of the storm: and art thou a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out living, Stephano? 0 Stephano, two Neapolitans. ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and

'scaped ! his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now

sie. Prythee, do not turn me about; my stomach let loose my opinion, hold it no longer ; this is no is not constant. Ash, but an islander, that hath lately suffer'd by a

Cul. These be fine things, an if they be not thunder-bolt. (Thunler.) Alas! the storm is coming

sprites. ayain: my best way is to creep under his gaber- That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor : dinca; there is no other shelter hereabout: Misery I will kneel to him. acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will

Ste. How didst thou 'scape ? how cam'st thou here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.

hither ? swear by this bottle, how thou cam st hither. Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors

heaved overboard, by this bottle! which I made of Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I Here shall I die a-shore;

was cast ashore. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy funeral :

True subject; for the liquor is not earthly: Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can The guinner, and his mate,

swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst But none of 118 cure'l for Kate :

swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. For she hal a longue with a tang,

Trin. o Stephano, hast any more of this!
Would cry to a silor, Go hang:

Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock
She lov'd not the savor of tar or of pitch, by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. Huw now,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did moon-calf? how does thine ague ?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was • Make mouths. 1 A black jack of leather to hold beer. the man in the moon, when time was. * The frock of a peasant.

• India.

• Stool.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; Trin. A most ridiculous monster! to make a My mistress showed me thee, thy dog and bush. wonder of a poor drunkard.

Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book : I will Cal. I pr’ythee, let me bring thee where crabs furnish it anon with new contents : swear.

grow; Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; monster:- 1 afeard of him?-a very weak monster: Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how - The inan i' the moon? - a most poor credu. To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee lous monster :- Well drawn, monster, in good To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee sooth.

Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island;

with me? And kiss thy foot: I pr’ythee, be my god.

Sle. I pr’ythee now lead the way, without any Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunk- more talking.--Trinculo, the king and all our comen monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his pany else being drowned, we will inherit here. — bottle.

Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trincuio, we'll fill Cal. i'll kiss thy foot ; I'll swear myself thy him by and by again. subject.

Cal. Farewell, master ; farewell, farewell. Ste. Come on, then ; down and swear.

[Sings drunkenly. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy Trin. A howling monster ; a drunken monster. headed monster: A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,

Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; Sle. Come, kiss.

Nor fetch in firing Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink.

At requiring, An abominable monster!

Nor scrape trenching, nor wash dish, Cal. I'll show thee the best springs ; I'll pluck

Ban 'Ban, Ca Caliban

Has a new muster Get a new man. thee berries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom ! freedom, A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

hey-day, freedom! I'll bear himn no more sticks, but follow thee,

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. Thou wondrous man.



SCENE I. — Before Prospero's Cell.


Miranda:-O my father,

I have broke your hests to say so!
Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.


Admir'd Miranda ! Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth labor

What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady Delight in them sets off; some kinds of baseness

I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters

The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be Brought my too diligent car: for several virtues As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but

Have I lik d several women; never any The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, With so full soul, but some defect in her And makes my labors pleasures: 0, she is

Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd', Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;

And put it to the foil: But you, O you, And he's composed of harshness. I must remove so perfect, and so peerless, are created Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,

Of every creature's best. Upon a sore injunction : My sweet mistress


I do not know Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such One of my sex; no woman's face remember, baseness

Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen Had ne'er like executor. I forget :

More that I may call men, than you, good friend, But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors; And my dear father ; how features are abroad, Most busy-less, when I do it.

I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,

(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.

Any companion in the world but you; Mira.

Alas, now! pray you Nor can imagination form a shape, Work not so hard : I would the lightning had Besides yourself, to like of'; but I prattle Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin d to pile ! Something too wildly, and my father's precepts Pray set it down, and rest you : when this burns, Therein forget. "Twill weep for having wearied you : My father Fer.

I am, in my condition, Is hard at study; pray now rest yourself'; A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; He's safe for these three hours.

(I would, not so!) and would no more endure Fer.

O most dear mistress, This wooden slavery, than I would suffer The sun will set, before I shall discharge

The flesh-fly blow my mouth. - Hear my soul What I must strive to do.

speak; Mira.

If you'll sit down, The very instant that I saw you, did
I'll bear your lozs the while: Pray, give me that; My heart fly to your service there resides,
I'll carry it to the pile.

To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,

No, precious creature: Am I this patient log-man. I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,


Do you love me? Than you should such dishonor undergo,

Fer. O heaven, ( earth, bear witness to this While I sit lazy by.

It would become me

And crown what I profess with kind event,
As well as it does you: and I should do it If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
With much more ease; for my good will is to it, What best is boded me, to mischief! 1,
And yours against.

Beyond all Jimit of what else i' the world,

Poor worm! thou art infected; Do love, prize, honor you. This visitation shows it.


I am a fool, Mira.

You look wearily. To weep at what I am glad of. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning


Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace When you are by at night. I do beseech you, On that which breeds between them! (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,)


Wherefore weep you ! What is your name?

• Sea-gullo. • Command. TOwn'd.

with me,

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