I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him: he fhall pay for him, that hath him, and that foundly.

Cal. Thou doft me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it, by thy trembling: now Profper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, Cat; open your mouth: this will shake your fhaking, I can tell you, and that foundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

Trin. I fhould know that voice: it fhould bebut he is drown'd; and thefe are devils; O! defend

me

Ste. Four legs and two voices; a moft delicate monfter!" his forward voice now is to fpeak well of "his friend; his backward voice is to fpatter foul fpeeches, and to detract." If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: come : Amen! I will pour fome in thy other mouth.

Trin. Stephano,

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? mercy! mercy! this is a devil, and no monfter: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trin. Stephano! if thou beeft Stephano, touch me, and fpeak to me; for I am Trinculo; be not afraid, thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beeft Trinculo, come forth, I'll pull thee by the leffer legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, thefe are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: how cam'st thou to be the fiege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculo's.

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Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-ftroke: but art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown'd; is the ftorm over-blown? I hid

1 Moon-calf?] It was imagined that the Moon had an ill inAuence on the infant's understanding. Hence Idiots were called Moon-calves.

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me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm and art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans fcap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about, my ftomach is not conftant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprights: that's a brave god, and bears celeftial liquor: I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didft thou fcape? how cam'ft thou hither? fwear, by this bottle, how thou cam'ft hither: I efcap'd upon a butt of fack, which the failors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, fince I was caft a-fhore.

Cal. I'll fwear upon that bottle, to be thy true fubject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here: fwear then, how efcap'dft thou?

Trin. Swom a-fhore, man, like a duck; I can fwim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kifs the book. Though thou can't fwim like a duck, thou art made like a goofe. Trin. O Stephano, haft any more of this?

Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by th' fea-fide, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf, how does thine ague?

Cal. Haft thou not dropt from heav'n?

Ste. Out o' th' moon, I do affure thee. I was the man in th' moon, when time was.

Cal. I have feen thee in her; and I do adore thee: my mistress fhew'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bush. Ste. Come, fwear to that; kifs the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: fwear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very fhallow monfter: I afraid of him? a very fhallow monster: the

2 Iafraid of him? a very shallow monster, &c ] It is to be obferved that Trinculo the speaker is not charged with being afraid : but it was his Confcioufnefs that he was fo that drew this bragg from him. This is Nature.

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man i' th' moon?-a moft poor credulous monster: well drawn, monfter, in good footh.

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

Trin. By this light, a moft perfidious and drunken monfter; when his god's afleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kifs thy foot. I'll fwear my felf thy fubject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear.

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

Ste. Come, kifs.

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

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 sticks, but follow thee, "Thou wond'rous man."

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

Cal. "I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs 66 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 cluft'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee "Young Shamois 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 elfe being drown'd, we will inherit here. Here, bear my bottle; fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

3 Young SCAMELS from the rock.] We fhould read SHAMOIS, i. e. young Kids.

Cal.

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

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

Nor fetch in firing at requiring,

Nor Scrape trencher, nor wash dish,
Ban' Ban', Cacalyban

Has a new mafter, get a new man.

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

day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster, lead the way.

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

THE

Before Profpero's Cell.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

FERDINAND.

HERE be fome fports are painful, but their labour

Delight in them fets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone, and moft-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 ferve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: O, fhe is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harfhnefs. I must move
Some thousands of thefe logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore Injunction. My fweet Mistress
Weeps when the fees me work, and fays, fuch bafenefs
Had ne'er like executer; I forget;

But thefe fweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour,
Moft bufie-lefs, when I do it.

Enter

Enter Miranda; and Profpero, at a distance unseen.
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 rest you; when this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you: my father
Is hard at ftudy; pray now, reft your felf;
He's fafe for these three hours.

Fer. O moft dear mistress,

The fun will fet before I fhall discharge
What I must strive 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,

I'ad rather crack my finews, break my back,
Than you should fuch difhonour undergo,
While I fit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me,

As well as it does you; and I fhould 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 befeech

(Chiefly that I might fet 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

you,

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
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