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Mira. Miranda. O my father,
I've broke your hest, to say fo.

Fer. Admir’d Miranda !
Indeed, the top of admiration, worth
What's dearest to the world; full many a lady
I've ey'd with best regard, and many a time
T'harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear; for sev’ral virtues
Have I lik'd fev'ral women, never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow’d,

it to the foil. But you, o you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.

Mira. I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save from my glass mine own; nor have I feen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,

my dear father; how features are abroad
I'm skilless 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 I 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 I would suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak; The very inftant that I saw


My heart fly to your service, there resides
To make me Nave to it, and for your fake
Am I this patient log-man.

Mira. Do you love me?

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Fer. O heav'n, 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 aught else i'th' world,
Dó love, prize, honour you.

Mira. I am a fool
To weep at what I'm glad of.

Pro. Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections ! Heav'ns rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!

Fer. Wherefore weep you!

Mira. 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 shews. Hence, bashful cunning;

prompt me, plain and holy innocence.
I am your wife, if


marry me;
If not, I'll die your maid: to be

your maid: to be your fellow You may deny me; but I'll be your


you will or no.
Fer. My mistress, dearest,
And I thus humble ever.

Mira. My husband then ?

Fer. Ay, with a heart so willing
As bondage e'er of freedom ; here's my hand.

Mira. And mine, with my heart in't ; and now, farewel,
”Till half an hour hence.
Fer. A thousand, thousand.

[Exeunt. Pro

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

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Another part of the island.

Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo. Ste. ELL 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 I they say there's but five upon this ifle; we are three of them, if the other two be brain'd like us, the state totters.

Ste. Drink, fervant 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.

Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in fack; for my part, the sea cannot drown me. I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty 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.

Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lye like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.

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

Cal. How does thy honour ? let me lick thy shoe; I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster, I am in case to justle a constable; why, thou debosh'd fish thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much fack as I to-day? wilt thou tell me a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

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

Trin. Lord, quoth he! that a monster should be such a natural ! Cal. Lo, lo; again; bite him to death, I pr’ythee.


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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 suffer indignity.

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

Ste. Marry, will I ; kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

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

Ari. Thou lieft.

Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou;
I would, my valiant master would destroy thee;
I do not lie.

. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this
hand, I will supplant some of your

Trin. Why, I said nothing.
Ste. Mum, then, and no more; proceed.

Cal. I say, by forcery he got this isle;
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him, for, I know, thou dar’st,
But this thing dares not ;

Ste. That's most certain.
Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.
Ste. How shall this be compast? canst thou bring me to the

. Yea, yea, my lord, I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou may’st knock a nail into his head.
· Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.

. What a py’d ninny's this? thou scurvy patch!
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 shew him
Where the quick freshes are.



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Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger : interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o'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 ly'd ?
Ari. Thou liest.
Ste. Do I fo? take thou that.

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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 o’your bottle! this can fack and drinking do: a murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers !

Cal. Ha, ha, ha.
Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr’ythee, stand further off.

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

Ste. Stand further. Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
I'th' afternoon to sleep; there thou may'st brain him,
Having first seiz’d his books: or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember,
First to possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, as I am ; and hath not
One spirit to command. They all do hate him
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books;
He has brave utensils, for so he calls them,
Which, when he has an house, he'll deck’t withal.
And that most deeply to consider, is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er saw woman
But only Sycorax my dam, and her ;
But she as far surpasses Sycorax,
As greatest does the least.

Ste. Is it so brave a lass ?

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


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