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SCENE I-Before PROSPERO's cell.
Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their labour
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such baseness
Had never like executor. I forget:
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
Most busiest when I do it.
Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance
Mir. Alas! now, pray you, Work not so hard: I would the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile. Pray set it down and rest you: when this burns "Twill weep for having wearied you. My father Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself: He's safe for these three hours. O most dear mistress, The sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do. Mir. I'll bear your logs the while. I'll carry it to the pile. Fer. No, precious creature ; I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.
If you'll sit down, Pray, give me that:
Mir. It would become me As well as it does you; and I should do it With much more ease, for my good will is to it, And yours it is against.
Pros. Poor worm! thou art infected: This visitation shows it. Mir. You look wearily. 32 Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me
When you are by at night. I do beseech you→ Chiefly that I might set it in my prayersWhat is your name?
Miranda-O my father! I have broke your hest 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 eyed with best regard, and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I lik'd several women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd And put it to the foil: but you, O you! So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
Mir. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen More that I may call men than thou, good friend, And my dear father: how features are abroad, I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty, The jewel in my dower, I would not wish Any companion in the world but you; Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, 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 so! and would no more endure This wooden slavery than to suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you did
I am a fool
Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them!
Wherefore weep you? Mir. 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 itself so The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
My mistress, dearest;
And I thus humble ever.
Mir. My husband then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't: and now farewell
Till half an hour hence.
A thousand thousand! Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA. Pros. So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surpris'd withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book, For yet, ere supper-time, must I perform Much business appertaining.
SCENE II.-Another Part of the Island. Enter CALIBAN with a bottle; STEPHANO and TRINCULO, following.
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 island! They say there's but five upon this isle we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters.
Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. 12
Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe. I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.
Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-andthirty leagues, off and on, by this light. Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
Ste. We'll not run, Monsieur monster. Strikes TRINCULO. Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lie like dogs As you like this, give me the lie another time. and yet say nothing neither. Trin. I did not give the lie. Out o' your
wits and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle! | Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!
Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand further off.
Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time I'll beat him too.
Stand further. Come, proceed. Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain him,
Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log
As great'st does least.
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I wak'd
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.
Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after do our work.
Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see this taborer: he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.
SCENE III.-Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
Gon. By 'r lakin, I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,
I needs must rest me.
Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits: sit down and rest. Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I Even here I will put off my hope and keep it
Is it so brave a lass?
And bring thee forth brave brood.
Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen; save our graces! and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?
Ste. Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head. Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep: Wilt thou destroy him then? Ste.
Ay, on mine honour.
Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
Flout 'em, and scout'em; and scout'em, and flout'em; Thought is free.
Cal. That's not the tune.
ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. Ste. What is this same?
Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.
Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy like. ness: if thou beest a devil, take 't as thou list. Trin, O! forgive me my sins.
Ste. He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. And what does else want credit, come to me, Mercy upon us.
No matter, since They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.
Will't please you taste of what is here?
Not I. Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,
Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find
Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.
Ari. You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,
Their proper selves.
Upon your heads,-is nothing but heart-sorrow
And these mine enemies are all knit up
In this strange stare?
O! it is monstrous; monstrous !
Seeing ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, etc., draw
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mocks and mows, and carry out the table.
Pros. Aside. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring.
I'll be thy second.
Like poison given to work a great time after,
Follow, I pray you.
SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell.
I do believe it
Against an oracle.
Pros. Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition
Well, I conceive. Exit.
Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me
Pros. Look thou be true. Do not give dalliance To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,
Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
I warrant you, sir; The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver.
Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
And honour'd in their issue.
Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Ceres. Earth's increase, foison plenty,
Barns and garners never empty;
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Spirits, which by mine art
JUNO and CERES whisper, and send IRIS on employment. Pros. Sweet, now, silence! Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; There's something else to do. Hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd.