upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle!-which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

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Caliban. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; For the liquor is not earthly.

Stephano. Here; swear, then, how thou escapedst.

Trinculo. Swam ashore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Stephano. Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Trinculo. O Stephano, hast any more of this?

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Stephano. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid.-How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague?

Caliban. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Stephano. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee; I was the man i' the moon when time was.

Caliban. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; My mistress show'd me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush. Stephano. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents; swear.

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Trinculo. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! -I afeard of him!—A very weak monster!—The man i' the moon!-A most poor credulous monster !—Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!

Caliban. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island; And I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god.

ster!

Trinculo. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monWhen 's god's asleep, he 'll rob his bottle. Caliban. I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject. Stephano. Come on, then; down, and swear. Trinculo. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,—

Stephano. Come, kiss.

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Trinculo. But that the poor monster's in drink. An abominable monster!

Caliban. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee

berries;

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.

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Trinculo. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard !

Caliban. 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 scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?

Stephano. 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 by and by again.

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Caliban. [Sings drunkenly] Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!

Trinculo. A howling monster; a drunken monster!
Caliban. No more dams I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring;

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish:

'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-caliban

Has a new master :-get a new man.

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Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, free

dom!

Stephano. O brave monster!

Lead the way.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

Ferdinand. 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

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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 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 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.
Miranda.
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,
'T will weep for having wearied you.
Is hard at study; pray, now, rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours.

Ferdinand.

My father

The sun will set before I shall discharge

What I must strive to do.

Miranda.

I'll bear your logs the while.
I'll carry it to the pile.

Ferdinand.

O most dear mistress,

If you'll sit down,

Pray, give me that ;

No, precious creature;

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,

While I sit lazy by.

Miranda.

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,
And yours it is against.

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Prospero.

Poor worm, thou art infected!

This visitation shows it.

Miranda.

You look wearily.

Ferdinand. No, noble mistress; 't is fresh morning with me When you are by at night. I do beseech you,——

Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,

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 lik'd 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
every creature's best!

Of

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.

Ferdinand.

I am, in my condition,

A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;—

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