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Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monfter I afraid of him a very fhallow monfter: the man i'th' moon?- a most poor credulous monster : well

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drawn, monster, in good footh.

Cal. I'll fhew thee every fertile inch i'th' Ifle, and I will kifs thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god..

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Trin. By this light, a molt perfidious and drunken monter; when his god's afleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. Il kifs thy foot. I'll fwear myself thy fubject. Ste. Come on then; down, and fwear.

Trin. I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: a moft fcurvy monfter! I could find in heart to beat him

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Ste. Come, kifs.

Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster !

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Cal. I'll fhew thee the beft fprings: I'll pluck thee berries,

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.

A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve!

I'll bear him no more fticks, but follow thee,
Thou wond'rous man

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

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Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Shew thee a jay's neft, and inftruct thee how To fnare the nimble marmazet; I'll bring thee To cluftring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee (10) Young Shamois from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?

(10) Young Scamels from the rock.] I can no where else meet with fuch a Word as Scamel, which has poffeffed all t ll the Editions. Shakespeare muft certainly either have wrote Shamois, i. e. young kids: or Seamalls. The Sea-mall, or Sea-mell, or Sea-mew (according to Willoughby,) is that Bird, which is called Larus cinereus minor; it feeds upon Fish, and frequents the Banks of Lakes. It is not impoffible, but our Poet might here intend this Bird. Or, again, (and which comes near to Scamel, in the Traces of the Letters) Ray tells us of another Bird, called the Stannel, of the Hawk Species. It is no matter which of the three Readings we embrace, fo we take a Word fignifying the Name of fomething in Nature,

Ste.

Ste. I pry'thee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company elle being drown'd, we will inherit here. Hear, bear my bottle; fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewel mafter; farewel, farewel.

Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster.
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish,
Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
Nor fcrape trencher, nor wash dish,
Ban' Ban', Cacalyban

Has a new mafter, get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom

day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster, lead the way.

freedom, hey

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE, before Profpero's Cell.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

FERDINAND.

HERE be fome fports are painful, but their

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labour

Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of bafeness
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 miftrefs, which I fèrve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleafure: O, fhe is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must move
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore Injunction. My fweet mistress

Weeps

Weeps when the fees me work, and fays, fuch bafenefs
Had ne'er like executer; I forget;

But thefe sweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour,
Molt bufy-lefs, when I do it. (II)

Enter Miranda; and Profpero, at a distance unfeen.

Mira. Alas, now, pray you,

Work not fo hard; I would the lightning had
Burnt up thofe logs, that thou'rt enjoin'd to pile:
Pray, fet it down and reft you; when this burns,
"Twill weep for having wearied you: my father
Is hard at ftudy; pray now, reft yourself,
He's fafe for thefe three hours.

Fer. O mof dear mistress,
The fun will fet before I fhall discharge
What I muft ftrive to do.

Mira. If you'll fit down,

I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that;
I'll carry't to the pile.

Fer. No, precious creature,

l'ad rather crack my finews, break my back, Than you should fuch 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 it is 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,

(11) Leaft bufy when I do it.] This reading, I prefume, to be Mr. Pope's; for I do not find it authorized by the Copies: The two firft Folio's read:

Moft bufy leaft, when I do it.

'Tis true this Reading is corrupt; but the Corruption is fo very little removed from the Truth of the Text, that I cannot afford to think well of my own Sagacity for having difcovered it.

(Chiefly

(Chiefly that I might fee it in my prayers) What is your name?

Mira. Miranda. O my father, I've broke your heft to fay fo.

Fer. Admir'd Miranda !

Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's dearest to the world! full many a lady
I've ey'd with beft 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 feveral women, never any
With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the nobleft grace fhe ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, O you,
So perfect, and fo peerlefs, are created
Of every creature's beft.

Mira. I do not know

One of my fex; no woman's face remember,
Save from my glass mine own; nor have I feen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father; how features are abroad,
I'm fkillefs of; but, by my modefty,

(The jewel in my dower) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a fhape,

Befides yourself, to like of, But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.

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 flavery,, than I would suffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my foul speak;

The very inftant that I faw you, did

My heard fly to your fervice, there refides

To make me flave to it, and for your fake
Am I this patient log-man."

Mira. Do you love me

?

Fer. O heav'n, O earth, bear witness to this found, And crown what I profess with kind event,

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If I fpeak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boaded me, to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what elfe i'th' 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 'em!

Fer. Wherefore weep you?

Mira. At mine unworthinefs, that dare not offer,
What I defire to give; and much lefs take,
What I fhall die to want: but this is trifling;
And all the more it feeks to hide itself,

The bigger bulk it fhews. Hence bafhful 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 fervant,
Whether you will or no.

Fer. My miftrefs, deareft,
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.

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

'Till half an hour hence.

Fer. A thoufand, thousand.

Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,

I'll to my

Who are furpriz'd withal; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more.
For yet, ere fupper-time, muft I perform
Much bufinefs appertaining.

Ste.

[Exeunt.

book ;

[Exit.

SCENE changes to another part of the Island.

Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.

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ELL not me; when the butt is out, we will drink water, not a drop before; therefore bear up, and board 'em, fervant-monfter; drink to me.

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