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It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit. (senses | And make thy weapon drop.
Beseech you, father!
Sir, have pity; With gries, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call I'll be his surety. A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, [him
Silence! one word more And strays about to find them.
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Mira.
I might call him An advocate for an impostor ? hush! A thing divine ; for nothing natural
Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he lever saw so noble.
Having seen but him and Caliban : Foolish wench Pro. It goes on,
(Aside.) | To the most of men this is a Caliban, di my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! "I'll free And they to him are angels. Within two days for this.
My affections Fer.
Most sure, the goddess Are then most humble; I have no ambition
Come on; obey :(To Ferd.) And that you will some good instruction give, Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Hw I may bear me here : My prime request, And have no vigour in them. Which I do last pronounce, is, 0, you wonder! Fer.
So they are : lí you be maid or no?
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, Per.
My language! heavens ! - To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, I am the best of them that speak this speech, Might I but through my prison once a day Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Behold this maid : all corners else o' the earth
How! the best? Let liberty make use of; space enough
It works :--Come on.To hear thre speak of Naples. He does hear me; Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! – Follow me.And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples;
(To Ferd. and Mir.) bo with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld Hark, what thou else shalt do me. (To Ariel.) The king my father wreck'd.
Be of comfort; Mira.
Alack, for mercy! My father's of a better nature, sir, Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, And his brave son, being twain.
Which now came from him.
The duke of Milan,
Thon shalt be as free
To the syllable.
SCENE 1.-Another part of the Island.
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, Far. 0, if a virgin,
ADRIAN, Francisco, and others. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
Gon."Beseech you, sir, be merry : you have cause Toe queen of Naples.
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape Pro.
Soft, sir; one word more.- Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe They are both in either's powers; but this swift is common; every day, some sailor's wife, business
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, I mast opeasy make, lest too light winning (Aside.) | Have just our theme of woe : but for the miracle, Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge I mean our preservation, few in millions thee,
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh That thou attend me : thou dost here usurp
Our sorrow with our comfort. The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Alon.
Pr’ythee, peace. (poo this island, as a spy, to win it
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. For me, the lord on't.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Fer,
No, as I am a man. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit ; Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: by and by it will strike. If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Gon. Sir, Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Seb. One :-Tell. Pro.
Follow me.-(To Ferd.) Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. Comes to the entertainerTi manacle thy neck and feet together:
Seb. A dollar. water shalt thou dripk, thy food shall be
Gon. Dolour comes to bim, indeed; you have The fresh brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks spoken truer than you purposed. [should. Whereia the acorn cradled. Follow.
Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you No;
Gon. Therefore, my lord, I will resist sach entertainment, till
Ant. Fy, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! Mise enemy has more power.
(He draws.) Alon. I prythee, spare. Wira.
0, dear father, Gon. Well, I have done : But yetBlake not too rash a trial of him, for
Seb. He will be talking. Ht's gentle, and not fearful.
Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good Pro.
What, I say,
wager, first begins to crow? My took my tutor! Put thy sword op, traitor; Seb. The old cock. Who wak'st a shew, but darst not strike, thy con- Ant. The cockrel. science
Seb. Done : The wager? les possess d with guilt : come from thy ward; Ant. A laughter. For I can bere disarm thee with this stick,
Seb. A match.
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,- And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoln that met bim: bis bold bead Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,- 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oard Seb. Yet.
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Adr. Yet
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Ant. He could not miss it.
As stooping to relieve bim : I not doubt, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and de- He came alive to land. licate temperance.
No, do, he's gone. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. (livered. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, Seb. Ay, and a subtle ; as he most learnedly de- That would not bless our Earope with your daughter, Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Bat rather lose her to an African; Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Alon.
Pr'ythee, peace. Ant. True; save means to live.
Seb. You were kneeld to, and importand other. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. (green! By all of us; and the fair soul herself Gon. How lush and lusty tbe grass looks!
how Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost Seb. With an eye of green in't.
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have (your son, Ant. He misses not much.
More widows in them of this business making, Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's
Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed almost Your own. beyond credit),
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
My lord Sebastian Gon. That our garments being, as they were, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their And time to speak it in; you rub the sore, freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, thap When you should bring the plaster. stain'd with salt water.
Very well. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would Ant. And most chirargeonly. it not say, he lies?
Gon. It is foul weather in as all, good sir,
Foul weather? when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage Ant.
Very foal of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to the king of Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,Tonis.
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well Seb.
Or docks, or mallows. in our return.
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do' Adr. Tanis was never graced before with such a Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. paragon to their queen.
Gon. I' the commonwealth, I would by contraries Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
Execute all things : for no kind of traffic Ant. Widow ? a pox o that! How came that Would I admit; no name of magistrate; widow in? Widow Dido!
Letters should not be known; no use of service, Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? Of riches, or of poverty; no contracts, good lord, how you take it !
Successions ; bound of land, tilth, viueyard, note : Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me study No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
No occupation; all men idle, all; Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
And women too; but innocent and pure : Adr. Carthage ?
No sovereignty :Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
And yet he would be king on't Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
the beginning. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Gon. All things in common nature should produce next?
Without sweat or ende our: treason, felony, Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Would I not have; but natore should
bring forth, Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, bring forth more islands.
To feed my innocent people. Gon. Ay?
Seb. No marrying among his subjects ? Ant. Why, in good time
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the mar- To excel the golden age. riage of your daughter, who is now queen.
Save his majesty! Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
Ant. Long live Gonzalo! Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?- me Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.
Alon. Pr' ythee no more : thou dost talk nothing to Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Gon. I do well believe your higbpess; and did it day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage ? use to laugh at nothing. Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against Ant. Twas you we
laaghd at. The stomach of my sense. Wonld I had never Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am wMarried my daughter there! for, coming thence, thing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
nothing still. Who is so far from Italy removd,
Ant. What a blow was there given! I de'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; yon Hath made his meal on thee!
would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would Fran.
Sir, he may live; continue in it five weeks without changing. I saw him beat the surges under him,
Enter ARIEL invisible, playing solema music.
Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Seb.
Claribel. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
Ant. She, that is queen of Tunis ; she, that dwells Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure Ten leagues beyond man's life; she, that from Naples my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, can have no note, unless the sun were post, for I am very heavy?
(The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new born chins Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
Be rough and razorable ; she, from whom
[find, In yours and my discharge.
Seb. What stuff is this ?-How say you ? Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
So is she heir of Naples; twixt which regions
There is some space.
space whose every cubit
Measure us back to Naples?-Keep in Tunis,
[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Than now they are : there be, that can rule Naples, Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate Seb.
As amply, and unnecessarily,
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
Nor I; my spirits are nimble. The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?
And how does your content
You did supplaut your brother Prospero. Dropping upon thy head.
What, art thou waking ? And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
Much feater thau before : My brother's servants Seb.
I do; and, surely, Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your conscience-
'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, This deity in my bosom ; twenty consciences, And yet so fast asleep.
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
If he were that which now he's like ; whom I,
Thou dost snore distinctly; With this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you doing thus,
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, Seb.
Well; I am standing water. They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
They'll tell the clock to any business that Seb.
Do so: to ebb, We say befits the hour. Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Thy case, dear friend, Aat.
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
And I the king shall love thee.
Aud when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.
Seb. 0, but one word. (They converse apart.) A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Which throes thee much to yield.
Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger Ant.
Thus, sir : That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, Although this lord of weak remembrance, this (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. Who shall be of as little memory,
(Sings in Gonzalo's ear.) When he is earth'd,) hath bere almost persuaded
While you here do snoring lie, For he's a spirit of persuasion only,)
Open-ey'd Conspiracy The king his son's alive ; 'tis as impossible
His time doth take: That be's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims.
If of life you keep a care, Seb. I have no hope
Shake off slumber, and beware: That he's undrown'd.
Awake! Awake! Ant. 0, out of that po hope,
Ant. Then let us both be sudden. (They wake.) What great hope have you! No hope, that way, is Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! Another way so high an hope, that even
Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
Wherefore this ghastly looking ? [drawn? Bat doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with Gon.
What's the matter? That Ferdinand is drown'd?
[me, Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose Seh.
Like balls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you ? Ant.
Then, tell me, It struck mine ear most terribly. Wbo's the next beir of Naples?
I heard pothing.
Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; This is a scurvy tane too: but here's my comfort. To make an earthquake ! sure it was the roar
(Drinks.) Of a whole herd of lions.
Cal. Do not torment me: 0! Alon.
Heard you this, Gonzalo? Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Gon. Upon mine hononr, sir, I heard a humming, Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men And that a strange one too, which did awake me: of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes opend, afeard now of your foar legs; for it hath been said, I saw their weapons drawn :—there was a noise, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot That's verity: best stand apon our guard;
make him give ground : and it shall be said so again, Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons. while Stephano breathes at nostrils.
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further Cal. The spirit torments me: 0! For my poor son.
| search Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! Legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where For he is, sure, i’ the island.
the devil should be learn our language? I will give Alon.
him some relief, if it be but for that. of I can reAri. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples done :
(Aside.) with bim, he's a present for any emperor that ever So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. trod on neats-leather. SCENE II.-Another part of the Island.
Cal. Do not torment me, prythee;
I'll bring my wood home faster. Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.
Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after A noise of thunder heard.
the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he bare Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up never drank wine afore, it will go near to remove From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I By inch-meal a disease! His spirits bear me, will not take too much for him: he shall pay for him And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, that hath him, and that soundly. Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Nor lead me, like a fire brand, in the dark
Anon, I know it by thy trembling : Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
Now Prosper works upon thee. For every trifle are they set upon me:
Ste. Come on your ways; open yoar mouth: here Sometinie like apes, that moe and chatter at me, is that which will give language to you, cat: open And after, bite me; then like hedge hogs, which your mouth : this will shake your shaking, I can tell Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am J friend: open your chaps again. All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, Trin. I should know that voice: It should be Do hiss me into madness:-Lo! now! lo!
But he is drowned; and these are devils : 0! deEnter TRINCULO.
fend me! Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
Ste. Four legs and two voices; a most delicate For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
monster! His forward voice now is to speak well Perchance, he will not mind me.
of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foa! Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off bottle will recover him, I will help his ague : Come,
speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my any weather at all, and another storm brewing ; I hear it sing i’ the wind: yond' same black cloud,
-Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.
Trin. Stephano,yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did mercy! This is a devil,
and no monster : 1 will
Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Merey! before, I know not where to hide my head: yond leave him, I have
no long spoon. same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.
What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A
Trin. Stephano !--if thou beest
Stephano, touch fish : he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-afeard,--thy good friend Trinculo.
me, and speak to me; for I am Trincalo ;-be not like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now (as once
Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth ; I'll pull I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holyday these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed.
thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trincolo's legs, fool there but would give a piece of silver: there How camist thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? would this monster make a man; any strange beast Can he vent Trinculos? there makes a man: when they will not give a doit
Trin. I took him to be killed with a thadderto relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm
stroke :- But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt gaberdine, for fear of the
storm : And art thou living, (Thunder.) Alas! the storm is come again; my best Stepbano? 0 Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd! way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no
Ste. Prythee, do not tura me about; my stomach
is not constant. other shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. the dregs of the storm be past.
I will kneel to him. Enter STEPHANO, singing ; a bottle in his hand. Ste. How did'st thou 'scape ? how cam'st thou Steph. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st bither. Here shall I die ashore ;- I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors This is a very scurvy tune to sing a mau's funeral; beaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made Well, here's my comfort.
(Drinks.) of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands since I The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, was cast a shore. The gunner, and his mate,
Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, True subject; for the liquor is not earthly. But none of us car'd for Kate:
Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. For she had a tongue with a tang,
Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I cao Would cry to a sailor, Go hang :
swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Litch: Ste. Here, kiss the book : though thou canst Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this?
Ste. The whole batt, man; my cellar is in a rock | Barnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile ! by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, Pray, set it down, and rest you : when this burns, Don-call? how does thine ague ?
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father Cal
. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself; Ste Oat o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was He's safe for these three hours. the man in the moon, when time was.
O most dear mistress, Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee : The sun will set, before I shall discharge My mistress shewed me thee, thy dog, aud bush. What I must strive to do. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book : I will Mira.
If you'll sit down, farnish it abon with new contents : swear.
I'll bear your logs the while : Pray give me that; Tria. By this good light, this is a very shallow I'll carry it to the pile. Donster:- I ateard of hin?-a very weak monster: Fer.
No, precious creature: -Tbe man i' the moon?-a most poor credulous I had rather crack my sinews, break my back booster: Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. Than you should such dishonour undergo,
Cal. Ill shew thee every fertile inch o' the island; While I sit lazy by.
It would become me Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken As well as it does you : and I should do it monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. With much more ease; for my good will is to it, Cal. I'll kiss thy foot : I'll swear myself thy sub- And yours against. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. (ject.
Poor worm ! thou art infected. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy: This visitation shews it. headed monster: A most scarvy monster! I could Mira.
You look wearily. (me bod in my heart to beat him,
Fer. No, noble mistress ; 'tis fresh morning with Ste. Come, kiss.
When you are by at night. I do beseech you, Trin. —but that the poor monster's in drink : an (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) abominable monster!
(thee berries; What is your name? Cal . IU shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck Mira.
Miranda :-0 my father, 19 fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. . I have broke yoar hest to say so! A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
Admir'd Miranda, 11 bear beim no more sticks, but follow thee, Indeed, the top of admiration; worth Thoa wood'rous man.
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady Trin. A most ridicolous monster; to make a I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time wonder of a poor druokard.
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues And I, with my long nails, will dig thee pig.nuts; Have I likid several women; never any Sew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thec how With so full soul, but some defect in her To snare the nimble marmozet ; I'll bring thee Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, To clust'rug filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee And put it to the foil: but
you, Young sea-mells from the rock. Wilt thou go with me? So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Ste. I prythee pow, lead the way, without avy Of every creature's best. more talking.–Trincnlo, the king and all our com- Mira.
I do not know pany else being drowned, we will inherit here. - One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen bir by and by again.
More that I may call men, than you, good friend, Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell
. And my dear father: how features are abroad,
(Sings drunkenly.) | I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty, Trir. A howling monster; a drunken monster. (The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;
Any companion in the world but you ;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of : but I prattle
I am, in my condition, Freedom, bey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; hey day, freedom!
(I would, not so!) and would do more endure Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. (Exeunt. This wooden slavery, than I would suffer ACT III.
The flesh-fly blow my mouth.—Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man. labour
Do you love me? Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters
And crown what I profess with kind event, Punt to rich ends. This my mean task would be
If I speak trne ; if hollowly, invert As beavy to me, as 'tis odious; bat
Whai best is bóded me, to mischief! ], The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world, Asl makes my labours pleasures: 0, she is
Do love, prize, honour you. Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
I am a fool, And he's composid of harshness. I must remove
To weep at what I am glad of. done thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Fair encounter Iron a sore injunction : my sweet mistress
of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace Weeps, when she sees me work; and says, such
On that which breeds between them! Had de er like executor. I forget:
Wherefore weep you [baseness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; What I desire to give; and much less take,
Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer Mist basy-less, when I do it.
What I shall die to waut : but this is trifling; Enter MIRANDA ; and Prospero at a distance. And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
Alas, now! pray you,
The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful cunding!