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Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
SATIRE ON ENGLISH CURIOSITY. Were I in England now (as once I was), and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
CALIBAN'S PROMISES. 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. I pr’ythee, 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 To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells * from the rock.
A GUILTY CONSCIENCE. 0, 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.
There be some sports are painful; but their labour Delight the 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 crabbed; 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 baseHad ne'er like executor. I forget:
[ness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busy-less, when I do it.
Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.
Mira. 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;
O most dear mistress,
If you'll sit down,
No, precious creature:
It would become me
Poor worm! thou art infected;
You look wearily.
Miranda :-O my father,
I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, * Command.
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
I am, in my condition,
Do you love me?
I am a fool,
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 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
My mistress, dearest,
My husband, then?
farewell, Till half an hour hence. Fer.
A thousand! thousand!
CONTINENCE BEFORE MARRIAGE.
A LOVER'S PROTESTATION.
As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion, Our worser genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below.