Cal. I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy- 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 I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; 160 170 To clustering filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee Young seamews 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 180 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, Cacaliban 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. ACT THIRD. Scene I. Before Prospero's cell. Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log. 190 [Exeunt. Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their labour ΙΟ But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours, Mir. Fer. Mir. Fer. Mir. Pros. Mir. Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance, unseen. Alas, now, pray you, Work not so hard: I would the lightning had 20 O most dear mistress, The sun will set before I shall discharge If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while pray, give me that; No, precious creature ; 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, 30 This visitation shows it. Poor worm, thou art infected! You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night. I do beseech you,— What is your name Miranda. O my father, ? Mir. I have broke your Fer. Mir. Fer. Admired Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration! worth With so full soul, but some defect in her I do not know Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle Something too wildly, and my father's precepts I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; I would, not so !—and would no more endure The flesh-fly blow my mouth. 40 50 60 Hear my soul My heart fly to your service; there resides, Mir. 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, Mir. Pros. And crown what I profess with kind event, If I speak true! ifolle wly, invert What best is boded me to mischief! I, I am a fool To weep at what I am glad of. Of two most rare grace 70 On that which breeds between 'em! Fer. Fer. Mir. cunning! 80 Hence, bashful And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! And I thus humble ever. My mistress, dearest ; My husband, then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. |