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Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;
Nor fetch in firing
At requiring,

Nor fcrape-trenchering, nor wafh difb;
'Ban 'Ban, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new mafter-Get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey.

day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way.

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ACT

D 4

ACT III. SCENE I.

Before Profpero's Cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful; but 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 crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore injunction: My fweet mistress

Weeps when she fees me work; and fays, such baseness
Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;
Moft bufy-lefs, when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.
Mira.
Alas, now! pray you,
Work not fo hard: I would, the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile!
Pray, fet it down, and reft you: when this burns,
'Twill weep for having weary'd you: My father
Is hard at study; pray now, reft yourself;

He's fafe for these three hours.

O most dear mistress,

Fer.
The fun will fet, before I fhall discharge
What I must strive to do.

SCEN

re Profpero's Ced.

ERDINAND, bearing a bg.

Some sports are painful; butter
cts off: fome kinds of baiend's
one; and moft poor matters

5.

This my mean task would be as 'tis odious; but

ch I ferve, quickens what's dead, abours pleasures: O, she is gentle, than her father's crabbed; s'd of harshness. I must remove of these logs, and pile them up, unction: My fweet mistress he fees me work; and fays, fuch ba éxecutor. I forget:

et thoughts do even refresh my labours,
when I do it.

ANDA; and PROSPERO at a diffancı.

Alas, now! pray f

d: I would, the lightning had
gs, that you are enjoin'd to pile!
and reft you: when this buns,
aving weary'd you: My father
pray now, reft yourself;
three hours.

O most dear miftrefs,

fore I fhall difcharge

to do.

Gardiner dei.

Tempest

Page 41.

Puba 1 June 1798 by EduHarding 98 Pall Mall.

Vandenburg so.

Mira.

If you'll fit 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 finews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,

While I fit lazy by.

Mira.

It would become me

As well as it does you: and I should do it
With much more eafe; for my good will is to it,
And yours against.

Pro.

Poor worm! thou art infected;

This vifitation fhews it.

Mira.

You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble miftrefs; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,)

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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 feveral women; never any

With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the nobleft grace she ow'd,
And put it to the foil: But you, O you,
So perfect, and fo peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

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One of my fex; no woman's face remember,

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