Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject.

Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! 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 show 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 serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.

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Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard!

Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;

And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how 179 To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee To clustering filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?

Ste. I prithee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here. Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we 'll fill him by and by again. Cal.

Sings drunkenly. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster! Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish ; Nor fetch in firing

At requiring;

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish; 'Ban, 'Ban, Ca Caliban

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Has a new master; 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.

Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their labour

Delight in them sets off: some 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 mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
And makes my labours pleasures; O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress

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Fer. O most dear mistress, The sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do. Mir. If you'll sit 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 sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.

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?

Mir.

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.

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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

My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it: and for your sake Am I this patient log-man.

Mir.

Do you love me?

Fer. O heaven! O earth! bear witness to this sound,

And crown what I profess with kind event
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,

Do love, prize, honour you.

Mir.

I am a fool

To weep at what I am glad of.

Pros.

Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them! Fer.

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 The bigger bulk it shows.

cunning!

So Hence, bashful

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 servant
Whether you will or no.

Fer.

And I thus humble ever. Mir.

My mistress, dearest;

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. Fer.

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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.

Exit.

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.

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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.

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I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone
He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not
show him

Where the quick freshes are.

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

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

Ste. Didst thou not say he lied?
Ari. Thou liest.

Ste. Do I so? take thou that.

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Strikes TRINCULO.

Pros. Aside.

Praise in departing. 40
Fran. They vanish'd strangely.
Seb.
No matter, since
They have left their viands behind; for we have
stomachs.

Will't please you taste of what is here?
Alon.

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
Good warrant of.

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,
That hath to instrument this lower world
And what is in 't, the never-surfeited sea
Hath caus'd to belch up you, and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
And even with such-like valour men hang and

drown

Their proper selves.

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Seeing ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, etc., draw
their swords.
You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate: the elements,
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow.
ministers

Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,
And will not be uplifted. But remember,
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From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me :
Lingering perdition, worse than any death
Can be at once, shall step by step attend

You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from,

80 Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls

Upon your heads,-is nothing but heart-sorrow And a clear life ensuing.

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.
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done. My high charms
work

And these mine enemies are all knit up

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In their distractions: they now are in my power; And in these fits I leave them, while I visit Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd, And his and my lov'd darling. Exit.

Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you

In this strange stare?

Alon. O! it is monstrous; monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and 101 I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.

Seb.

Exit. But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant.

I'll be thy second. Exeunt SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO. Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,

Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly
And hinder them from what this ecstasy
May now provoke them to.
Adr.

ACT IV.

Follow, I pray you. Exeunt.

SCENE I. Before PROSPERO's cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA, Pros. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life, Or that for which I live; whom once again I tender to thy hand. All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand! Do not smile at me that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, 10 And make it halt behind her.

Ari.

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Well, I conceive. Exit.

Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me

Fer.

I warrant you, sir; The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver.

Pros.

Well.

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,
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy
broom-groves,

Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, sterile, and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air;-the queen o' the sky,
Whose watery arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

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And honour'd in their issue.

They sing.

Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno sings her blessings on you.

Ceres. Earth's increase, foison plenty,

Barns and garners never empty;
Vines with clust'ring bunches growing;
Plants with goodly burden bowing;
Spring come to you at the farthest
In the very end of harvest!
Scarcity and want shall shun you;
Ceres' blessing so is on you.

Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold
To think these spirits ?

Pros.

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Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines call'd to enact
My present fancies.

Fer.
Let me live here ever:
So rare a wonder'd father and a wife
Makes this place Paradise.

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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.