Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen Befides yourself, to like of: But I prattle Fer. I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; (I would, not fo!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than I would suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak ;— The very instant that I faw you, did My heart fly to your fervice; there refides, To make me slave to it; and, for your fake, Mira. Do you love me? Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this found, And crown what I profess with kind event, If I speak true; if hollowly, invert What beft is boded me, to mischief! I, Beyond all limit of what else i' the world, Mira. I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of. Pro. Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthinefs, that dare not offer What I defire to give; and much less take, What What I fhall die to want: But this is trifling; The bigger bulk it thews. Hence, bafnful cunning! If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow Fer. And I thus humble ever. Mira. My mistress, dearest, My husband then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mira. And, mine, with my heart in't: And now farewell, Till half an hour hence. Fer. A thoufand! thousand! [Exeunt FER. and MIR. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are furpriz'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book For yet, ere fupper time, muft I perform Much bufinefs appertaining. SCENE II. Another Part of the Island. [Exit. Enter STEPHANO and TRINCULO; CALIBAN following with a bottle. 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-monfter? the folly of this island! They fay, fay, there's but five upon this ifle: we are three of them; if the other two be brain'd like us, the ftate totters. Ste. Drink, fervant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head. Trin. Where should they be fet else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in fack: for my part, the fea cannot drown me: I fwam, ere I could recover the fhore, 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 Ste. We'll not run, monfieur monster. standard. Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet fay nothing neither. Ste. Moon-calf, fpeak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf. Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy fhoe: I'll not ferve him, he is not valiant. Trin. Thou lieft, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou debosh'd fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk fo much fack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monftrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster? 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 pr'ythee. 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. Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken once again the fuit I made thee? Ste. Ste. Marry will I kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and fo thall Trinculo. Enter ARIEL, invisible. Cal. As I told thee Before, I am fubject to a tyrant; A forcerer, that by his cunning hath Ari. Thou lieft. Cal. Thou lieft, thou jesting monkey, thou; I would, my valiant matter would destroy thee: I do not lie. Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will fupplant fome of your teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing. Ste. Mum then, and no more.-[To CALIBAN.] Cal. I fay, by forcery he got this ifle; Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now fhall this be compafs'd? Can't thou bring me to the party? Cal, Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? Thou fcurvy 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 fhew him Where the quick freshes are. Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee. Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off. Ste. Didft thou not say, he lied? Ari. Thou lieft. Ste. Do I fo? take thou that. [ftrikes him.] 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 fack, and drinking do.—A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers! Cal. Ha, ha, ha! Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee stand further off. Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, I'll beat him too. Ste. Stand further.-Come, proceed. Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him One spirit to command: They all do hate him, And that most deeply to confider, is The beauty of his daughter; he himself As greatest does least. Ste. |