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Young' Scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with

me ?

Ste. I pr’ythee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company being drown'd, we will inherit here. Hear, bear my bottle ; fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. (Sings drunkenly.] Farewe! master ; farewel,

Trin. A howling monster ; a drunken monster.
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish,

Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
Nor scrape trencker, nor wash dish.
Balo Ban, Cacalyban

Has a new masier, get a new man.
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom ! freedom,

hey-dey, freedom! Ste. O brave monster, lead the way. [Exeunt.



Before Prospero's Cell.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.


HERE be some sports are painful, but their

labour Delight in them sets off; some kinds of baseness


7 Scamels} This word has who wrote Notes upon this puzzed the Commentators: Dr. play, observes that limpets are Warburton reads Shamois, Mr. in some places called Scams, Theobald would read any thing therefore I have suffered Scamels rather than Scamels. Mr. Holt, stand.


Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task wou'd be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious: but
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasure: 0, 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 sore Injunction. My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such basene's
Had ne'er like executor ; I forget ;
But those sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour,
Most busy-less, when I do it. 8
Enter Miranda ; and Prospero, at a distance unseen.

Mira. Alas, now, pray you,
Work not so hard; I would the lightning had
Burnt up these logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile :
Pray, set it down and rest you; when this burns,
'I will weep for having wearied you : my father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours,

Fer. O most d ar mistress,
The sun' will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.

Mir. If you'll fit down,
I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that;
l'll carry it to the pile.

Fer. No, precious creature,
l'ad rather crack my linews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me,

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8 The two first Folio's read : very little remov'd from the

Truch of the Text, that I can't Most busy least, when I do it.

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

Pro. Poor worm ! thou art infected :
This visitation shews it.

Mira. You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'cis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly that I might see it in my prayers) What is your name?

Mira. Miranda, O my father,
I've broke your heft to say so.

Fer. Admir'd Miranda !
Indeed, the top of admiration : worth
What's dearelt to the world! Full many a lady
l've ey'd with belt regard, and many a time
Th’ harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear ; for several virtues
Have I lik'd leveral women, never any
Wish so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's beit, ,

Mira. I do not know
One of my fex; 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,
l'n skillefs 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.

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9 Of every creature's beft.] Allucing to the piclure of Venus by Apelles.


Fer. I am, in my condition,
A Prince, Miranda ; I do think a King;
(I would, not so!) and would no more endure
This wooden savery, than I would suffer
The flesh-fly blow

mouth.-Hear my

foul speak
The very inftant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service, there resides
To make me slave to it, and for


fake Am I chis patient log-man.

Mira. Do you love me?

Fer. O heav'n, O earth, bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true ; if hollowly, inverc
What belt is boaded me, to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what else i'ch' world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira. I am a fool,
To weep at what I'm glad of.

Pro. Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections ! heav'ns rain grace,
On that which breeds between 'um!

Fer. Wherefore weep you?

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not off r, What I desire to give : and much less take, What I shall die to want. But this is trifling; And all the more it sieks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it News. 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 You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.

Fer. My mistress, dearest, And I thus humble ever.

Mira. My husband then ?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom. Here's my hand.

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Mira. And mine, with my heart in't. And now

farewel, 'Till half an hour hence. Fer. A thousand, thousand.

[Exeunt. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpriz'd withal ; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. l'll to my book ; For yet, ere supper-time, must I perform Much business appertaining.



Changes to another part of the Isand. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, with a bottle. Sle. Sie. TE

ELL 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-monster! the folly of this island ! They say, there's but five upon this isle; we are three of them, if the other two be brain'd like us, the state


Sie. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee. Thy eyes are almost see in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be fet else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

Sie. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in fack : for my part, the sea cannot drown me. I swam, ere I could recover the shore, 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 standard.
Sle. We'li not run, monsieur monster.

Trin. Norgo neither : but you'll lie like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.


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