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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 show 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 prithee, 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 marmoset; I'll bring thee



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!


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.


Scene I.

Before Prospero's cell.

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 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 baseness
Had never like executor. I forget:


But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
Most busy least, when I do it.








Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance,


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.

If you'll sit down,

I'll bear your logs the while pray, give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile.

No, precious creature ;
I had 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, 30
And yours it is against.

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,—
Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,—

What is your name

Miranda. O my father,



I have broke your

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Admired Miranda!

Indeed the top of admiration! worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I 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
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 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.

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.

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Hear my soul

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! ifolle wly, 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

To weep at what I am glad of.

Of two most rare



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On that which breeds between 'em!

Wherefore weep you?
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.







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.

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.

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