And he's composed 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 even refresh my labours,
Most busiless when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen. 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.

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
and I should do it
for my good will is to it,

As well as it does you
With much more ease;
And yours it is against.
Pros.

Poor worn, thou art infected!

This visitation shows it.

Mir.

You look wearily.

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 prayers

What is your name?

Mir.

I have broke your hest to say so!

Fer.

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Miranda-O my father,

Admired Miranda !

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Indeed the top of admiration! worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
1 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 liked several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her

Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed
And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best!

I do not know

Mir.
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I scen
More that I may call men than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am 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 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

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 'em!

Wherefore weep you?

Fer.
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. 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,

:

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Whether you will or no.
Fer.

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.

Fer.

A thousand thousand!

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[Exeunt Fer. and Mir. severally. Pros. So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are suprised 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, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO.

[Exit.

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 th' 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.

10 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 sack: 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.

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

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's not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish, thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

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THE TEMPEST.

[ACT III.

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 prithee.

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.

hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Wilt thou be pleased to

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

Enter ARIEL, invisible.

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 liest.

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

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

Trin. Why, I said nothing.

Ste. Mum, then, and no more.

Proceed.

Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him,-for I know thou darest, But this thing dare not,

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.

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Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep.

Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.

Ari. Thou liest; thou canst not.

Cal. What a pied 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 show him
Where the quick freshes are.

ΤΟ

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 farther off.

Ste. Didst thou not say he lied?

Ari. Thou liest.

Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Beats Trin.]

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As you like this, give me the lie another time.

Trin. I did not give the lie. Out o' your wits and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your

do. fingers!

off.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

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Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther

Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time

I'll beat him too.

Ste.

Stand farther. Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,
I' th' afternoon to sleep there thou mayst brain him,
Having first seized 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, nor 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 a house, he'll deck withal.
And that most deeply to consider is

The beauty of his daughter; he himself

Calls her a nonpareil I never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam and she;

But she as far surpasse th Sycorax

As great'st does least.

Is it so brave a lass?

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

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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?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.

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Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep: Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste.

Ay, on mine honour.

Ari. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure: Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch

You taught me but while ere?

Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings.