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of the storm.

Stephano! two Neapolitans 'scap'd!

STE. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is

not constant.

And art thou living, Stephano? O

CAL. [aside.] These be fine things, an if they be not


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STE. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

CAL. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy

True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

STE. Here: [to TRINCULO] Swear then how thou escap'dst. TRIN. SwoM a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.


STE. Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

TRIN. O Stephano, hast any more of this?

STE. The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague?

CAL. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

STE. Out o' the Moon, I do assure thee: I was the Man i'th' Moon, when time was.


CAL. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee;

My mistress shewed me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush. STE. Come, swear to that: kiss the book: I will furnish

it anon with new contents: swear.

TRIN. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster: -I afeard of him?-a very weak monster!-The Man i'th' Moon? A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn,1 monster, in good sooth!

CAL. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o' the Island;

And I will kiss thy foot. I pr'ythee, be my god. TRIN. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

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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 shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee



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.

TRIN. A most ridiculous monster: to make a wonder of
a poor drunkard!

CAL. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee
To clust'ring filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee
Young sea-mells' from the rock. Wilt thou go with



STE. I pr'ythee 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

CAL. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!
TRIN. A howling monster; a drunken monster.

CAL. [sings drunkenly.] No more dams I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing


At requiring,

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;

'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new master-Get a new man.



Freedom, heigh-day! heigh-day, freedom! freedom,

heigh-day, freedom!

STE. O brave monster! lead the


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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 'tis 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 crabb'd;
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
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such baseness

Had never like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do ever refresh my labour,
Most busiless when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA. After her PROSPERO apart.
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.
I'll bear your logs the while.
I'll carry it to the pile.

If you'll sit down,

Pray, give me that :

No, precious creature:
I'd rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.





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,p
And your's it is against.: ovise oy of til Juod y

PRO. [aside.] by not Poor worm! thou art infected:

This visitation shews it. MIRA. Com orol boy of FER. No, noble mistress:

main of Juoidun zid You look wearily. 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you (Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers), What is your name ? of our MIRA.

Blow Miranda. O my father, I have broke your hest to hest to say so !


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Admir'd Miranda!

Indeed, the top of admiration! worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have ey'd 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!

hon von 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 you, 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 prattleb
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts

I therein do forget.

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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.
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.

I am a fool

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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!
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.

My mistress, dearest,

My husband then?

PRO. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
Who are surpris'd with all;



And I thus humble ever.
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 farewell

Till half an hour hence.


A thousand thousand!
[Exeunt FERD. and MIRA.

but my rejoicing


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