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Poot it featly here and there;

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
Hark, hark!

That e'er ! sigh’d for: pity move my father
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly.) To be inclin'd my way
The watch-dogs bark:


0, if a virgin,
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly.) | And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
Hark, hark! I hear


of Naples.
The strain of strutting chanticlere


Soft, sir; one word more.Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

They are both in either's powers; but this swift

business Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning (Aside.) the earth? It sounds no more :—and sure, it waits upon

Make the prize light.-One word more, I charge

thee, Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, That thon attend me: thou dost here asarp Weeping again the king my father's wreck,

The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion,

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on't. With its sweet air: thence I bave follow'd it,


No, as I am a man.
Or it bath drawn me rather :-But 'tis gone. Miru. There's nothing ill candwellin such a temple:
No, it begins again.

If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
ARIEL sings.

Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Full fathom five thy father lies ;


Follow me.-(To Ferd.) Of his bones are coral made;

Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor.—Come.
Those are pearls that were his eyes :

I'll manacle thy neck and feet together :
Nothing of him that doth fade,

Sea-water shali thou drink, thy food shall be
But doth suffer a sea-change

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Into something rich and strange.

Wherein the acorn cradled : Follow.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.

I will resist such entertainment, till
[Burden, ding-dong.
Mine enemy has inore power.

(He draws.) Mira.

0, dear father, Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father: Make not too rash a trial of bim, for This is no mortal business, nor no sound

He's gentle, and not fearful. That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Pro.

What, I say, Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, My foot my tutor! Put thy sword op, traitor; And say, what thou seest yond'.

Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy con-
What is't? a spirit?

science Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; It carries a brave form :-But'tis a spirit. (senses For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and bath such And make thy weapon drop. As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, Mira.

Beseech you, father! Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd Pro. Hence! bang not on my garments. With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call Mira.

Sir, have pity; A goodly person : be hath lost his fellows, [him I'll be bis surety. And strays about to find them.


Silence! one word more

I might call him Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! A thing divine; for nothing natural

An advocate for an impostor ? bush !
I ever saw so doble.

Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he,
It goes on,

(Aside.) | Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench! As may soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free to the most of men this is a Caliban, Witbio two days for this.

(thee. And they to him are angels.
Most sure, the goddess Mira.

My affections
On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer Are then most hamble ; I have no ambition
May know, if you remain apon this island; To see a goodlier man.
And that you will some good instruction give, Pro.

Come on; obey: (To Ferd., How I may bear me here : My prime request, Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Which I do last pronouce, is, 0, you wonder ! And have no vigour in them. If you be made or no?


So they are :
No wonder, sir;

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
Bet, certainly a maid.

My father's loss, the weakness wbich I feel,

My language! heavens - The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats I am the best of them that speak this speech,

To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Might I but through my prison once a day

How ! the best? Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Let liberty make use of; space enough

Per. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Have I in such a prison. To bear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; Pro.

It works:-Come on.And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !-Follow me.Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld

(To Ferd. and Mir.) The king my father wreck’d.

Hark, what thou else shalt do me. (To Ariel.)
Alack, for mercy! Mira.

Be of comfort;
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan My father's of a better nature, sir,
And his brave son, being twain.

Than he appears by speech ; this is unwonted, Pro.

The duke of Milan, which now came from him. And his more braver daughter, could control thee Pro.

Thou shalt be as free If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first sight (Aside.) As mountain winds : but then exactly do They have chang'd eyes :- Delicate Ariel, All points of my command. I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir;


To the syllable. I fear you have done yourself some wrong: A word.

Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt.


Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
Scene I.-Another part of the Island.

Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that

widow in? Widow Dido! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas ioo ? ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

good lord, how you take it! Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me (So have we all) of joy; for oar escape

study of tbat: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Is much beyond our loss : Our hint of woe

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Is common ; every day, some sailor's wife,

Adr. Carthage ? The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. I mean our preservation, sew in millions

Seb. He bath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Ant. What impossible matter will be make easy Our sorrow with our comforte

next? Alon. Prythee, peace.

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea,

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of bis wit; bring forth more islands. by and by it will strike.

Gon. Ay? Gon. Sir,

Ant. Why, in good time. Seb. One:-Tell.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that oor garments Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the Comes to the entertainer

marriage of your daughter, wbo is now queen. Seb. A dollar.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed ; you have Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. spoken truer than you purposed. (should. Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Gon. Is not, sir, my doablet as fresh as the first Gon. Therefore, my lord,

day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Ant. Fy, what á spendthrift is he of his tongue! Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage ? Gon. Well, I have done : But yet

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against Seb. He will be talking.

The stomach of my sense: 'Would I bad never Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good Married my daughter there! for, coming theoce, wager, first begins to crow?

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Seb. The old cock.

Who is so far from Italy remov'd, Ant. The cockrel.

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Seb. Done : The wager?

Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Ant. A laughter.

Hath made bis meal on thee! Seb. A match.


Sir, he may live; Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, I saw him beat the surges under him, Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

And ride upon their backs; be trod the water, Ant. So, you've pay’d.

Whose enmity be flang aside, and breasted Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, The surge most swoln that met bim? bis bold bead Seb. Yet

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Adr. Yet

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Ant. He could not miss it.

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt, delicate temperance.

He came alive to land. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. [livered. Alon.

No, no, he's gone. Seb. Ay, and a subtle ; as be most learnedly de Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself

for this greatloss; Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. That would not bless ourEurope with your daughter, Seb. As if it had langs, and rotten ones. But rather lose her to an African ; Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. Ant. True; save means to live.


Pr’ythee, peace. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. [green! Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importan'd otherGon. How lush and lasty the grass looks? how | By all of us; and the fair soul herself (wise Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost Ant. He misses not much.

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have (your son, Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. More widows in them of this business' making,

Gon. But the rarity of it is, (which is indeed a)- Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's most beyond credit)

Your own Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Gon. That our garments being, as they were, Gon.

My lord Sebastian, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding their The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than And time to speak it in; you rub the sore, stain'd with salt water.

When you sbould bring the plaster. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, Seb.

Very well. would it not say, be lies ?

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. It is soul weather in as all, good sir,

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh | When you are cloudy. as when we put them on first in Afric, at the mar


Poul weather? riage of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to the Ant.

Very foul. king of Tunis.

Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. well in our return.


Or docks, or mallows. Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? paragon to their queen.

Seb. 'Scape being drank, for want of wine.

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Gon. I'the commonwealth, I would by contraries With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving, Execute all things : for no kind of traffic

And yet so fast asleep. Would I admit; no name of magistrate;


Noble Sebastian, Letters should not be known; no use of service, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep--die, rather; wink'st Of riches, or of poverty; no contracts,

Whiles thou art waking: Saccessions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, nope: Seb.

Thou dost snore distinctly; No ose of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:

There's meaning in thy snores. No occopation; all men idle, all;

Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you And women too; but innocent and pure :

Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
No sovereignty :-

Trebles thee o'er.
And yet he would be king on't. Sec.

Well; I am standing water. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. the beginning.


Do so: to ebb, Gon. All things in common nature should produce Hereditary sloth instructs me. Witboat sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,


0, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, Or its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,

You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, To feed my innocent people.

Most often do so near the bottom run, Seb. No marrying among his subjects ?

By their own fear, or slotb. Ant. None, man; all idie; whores, and knaves. Seb.

Pr'ythee, say on : Gor. I would with such perfection govern, sir, The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim To excel the golden age.

A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Seb.

'Sare bis majesty! Which throes tbee much to yield. Ant. Long live Gonzalo!


Thus, sir: Goa.

And, do you mark me, sir ?- [me. | Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Alor. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to (Who shall be of as little memory,

Gor. I do well believe your highness; and did it When he is eartb'd,) hath here almost persuaded to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are (For he's a spirit of persuasion only,) of such sensible and nimble langs, tbat they always The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible use to laugh at nothing:

That he's undrowa'd, as he that sleeps here, swims. Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Seb. I have no hope Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am no That he's undrown'd. thing to you so you may continue, and laugh at Ant.

0, out of that no hope, Bothing still.

What great hope have you! No hope, that way, is Ant. What a blow was there given!

Another way so bigh an bope, that even Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Gor. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would That Ferdinand is drown'd?

[me, continue in it five weeks without changing.

Seb. Enter ARIEL invisible, playing solemn inusic. Ant.

Then, tell me, Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. .Who's the next heir of Naples? Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.


Claribel. Gon. No, I' warrant you; I will not adventure Ant. She, that is queen of Tunis; she, that dwells my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, Ten league's beyond man's life; she, that from Naples for I am very beavy?

Can have no note, unless the sun were post, Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

(The man i'the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins (All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant.) Be rough and razorable; she, from whom Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; Would, with themselves, shut up my thonghts: I And by that destin'd to perform an act, They are inclin'd to do so.

[lind, Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Seb. Please you, sir,

In yours and my discharge. Do not omit the beavy offer of it:


What stuff is this?—How say you ? It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis : It is a comforter.

So is she heir of Naples ; '.wixt which regions Art. We two, my lord,

There is some space. Will guard your person, while you take your rest,


A space whose every cubit And watch your safety,

Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Alor. Thank you: Wondrous heavy:- | Measure us back to Naples?-Keep in Tunis,

(Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! That now hath seiz’d them; why, they were no worse Art. It is the quality o’the climate.

Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples, Seb.

Why As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not As amply, and unnecessarily, Myself dispos'd to sleep.

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make Ant.

Nor I; my spirits are nimble. A clough of as deep chat. O, that you bore They fell together all, as by consent;

The mind that I do! what a sleep were this They droppd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, For your advancement! Do you understand me? Wortby Sebastian?-0, what might?—No more : Seb. Methinks, I do. And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, (and Ant.

And how does

your content Wbat tboa sboold'st be : the occasion speaks thee; Tender your own good fortune? My strong imagination sees a crown


I remember, Dropping upon thy bead.

You did supplant your brother Prospero.
What, art thoa waking ? Ant.

True : Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Seb.

I do; and, surely, Much feater than before: My brother's servants It is a sleepy language; and thou speak’st Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Oat of the sleep: What is it thou did'st say ? Seb. But, for your conscienceThis is a strange repose, to be asleep

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe,

He's gone.


'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feel not All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences, Do hiss me into madness:-Lo! now! lo!
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be tbey,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,

No better tban the earth he lies apou,
If he were that which now he's like; whom I,

For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall Bat;

Perchance, he will not mind me. With this obedient steel, three inches of it,

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear oft Can lay to bed for ever: wbiles you doing thus, To the perpetual wiok for aye might put

auy weather at all, and another storm brewing; I

hear it sing i’ the wind: yond' same black cloud, This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,

yond' buge one, looks like a foul bumbard that They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;

would shed his liquor. Ifit sbould thunder, as it did

before, I know not where to hide my head : yond' They'll tell the clock to any business that

same cloud cannot choose bat fall by pailfuls.- What We say befits the hour. Seb. Thy case, dear friend,

have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A

tish: be smells like a tish; a very ancient and fishShall be my precedent; as thou got’st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one stroke like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;

A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once And I the king shall love thee.

I was,) and bad but this fish painted, not a holyday Ani.

Draw together:

fool there but would give a piece of silver : there And when I rear my hand, do you the like,

would this monster make a man; any strange beast To fall it on Gonzalo.

there makes a man: when they will not give a doit Seb. o, but one word. (They converse apart.) to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see

a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible.

arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my Ari. My master tbrough his art foresees the danger opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, bat an That these, bis friends, are in; and sends me forth,

islander, that bath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. (For else his project dies,) to keep them living.

(Thunder.) Alas! the storm is come again: my best (Sings in Gonzalo's ear.) | way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no While you here do snoring lie,

other shelter bereabout: Misery acquaints a man Open-ey'd Conspiracy

with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till His time doth take:

the dregs of the storm be past.
If of life you keep a care,

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! Awake!

Steph. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Ant. Then let us both be sudden. They wake.) This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral ;

Here shall I die ashore;-
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you

Well, here's my comfort.

(Drinks.) Wherefore this ghastly looking ? (drawn? The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, Gon. What's the matter?

The gunner, and his mate, Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, Even now, we heard a bollow barst of bellowing

But none of us card for Kate : Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you?

For she had a tongue with a tang, It struck mine ear most terribly.

Would cry to a sailor, Go hang: Alon.

I beard nothing.

She lov'ıl not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itck: To make an earthquake! sare it was the roar

Then to sea, boys, and let her Of a whole herd of lions.

This is a scurvy tane too: But here's my comfort. Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo?

(Drinks.) Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, Cal. Do not torment me: O! And that a strange one too, which did awake me : Ste. What's the matter! Have we devils here? I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, Do you put tricks upou us with savages, and men I saw their weapons drawn:—there was a noise, of Inde? Ha! I bave not 'scap'd drowning, to be That's verity : Best stand upon our guard; afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot

Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, For my poor son.

search while Stephano breathes at nostrils. Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! Cal. The spirit torments me: O! For he is, sure, i' the island.

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four Alon.

legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have the devil should he learn our language?

I will give done :

(Aside.) him some relief, if it be but for tbat: If I can reSo, king, go safely on to seek thy son. (Exeunt. cover him, and keep bim tame, and get to Naples Scene II.-Another part of the Island.

with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever

trod on neat's-leather. Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee;
A noise of thunder heard.

I'll bring my wood home faster.
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up Ste. He's in bis fit now; and does not talk after
From bogs, fens, Dats, on Prosper fall, and make bim the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle : if be have
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i'the mire, will not take too much for him : he shall pay for him
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark

that hath him, and that soundly. Out of my way, unless he bid them; but

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt For every trifle are they set upon me:

Anon, I know it by thy trembling : Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me, Now Prosper works upon thee. And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth : bere Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount is that which will give language to you, cat; open Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I your mouth : this will shake your shaking, I can tell

go hang.

Lead away:

you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your Trin. A most ridiculous monster ; to make a friend; open your chaps again.

wonder of a poor drunkard. Trin. I should know that voice: It should be Cal. I pr’ythee, let me bring three where crabs grow; Bat be is drowned; and these are devils: 0! de And I, with my long nails, will dig thee pig-nuts ; fead me!-

Sbew thee a jay's nest, aud instruct thee how Ste. Pour legs and two voices; a most delicate To snare the nimble marmozet ; I'll bring thee monster! His forward voice now is to speak well To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee of bis friend; his backward voice is to utter foul Young sea-mellsfrom the rock:Wilt thoa go with me? speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my Ste. I pr’ythee now, lead the way, without any bottle will recover bim, I will help bis ague: Come, more talking--Trinculo, the king and all our com-Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. pany else being drowned, we will inherit bere.Trin. Stephano,

Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy! him by and by again. merey! This is a devil, and no monster: I will Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. leave him; I have no lorg spoon.

(Sings drunkenly.) Tria. Stephano!-if thou beest Stephano, touch Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. De, and speak to me ; for I am Trincalo ;-be not

Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; #feard, -thy good friend Trincalo.

Nor fetch in firing Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull

At requiring, thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed :

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;

Bam, 'Ban, Ca-Caliba,
How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf?

Has a new master-Get a new man.
Can be veot Trinculos ?
Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, stroke :- But art thou pot drowned, Stephano? I

hey-day, freedom! bope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. (Exeunt. overblown? I hid me under the dead moob-call's

ACT III. gaberdine, for fear of the storm : And art thoaliviug, Stepbano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'a!

SCENE I.-Before Prospero's Cell. Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. is not constant.

Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.

labour That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness I will kneel to him.

Are nobly andergone; and most poor matters Ste. How did'st thou 'scape ? how cam’st thou Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be bitber? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; bat I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, beared over-board, by this bottle! which I made And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is of the bark of a tree, with mine owo hands, since I Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed; was cast a-shore.

And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove Cal. I'll swear, upon that botte, to be thy

Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst.

Weeps, when she sees me work; and says, such Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can

Had ne'er like executor. I forget: [baseness swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Bat these sweetthoughts doeven refresh mylaboars; Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst

Most busy-less, when I do it. swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Trix. O Stephano, hast any more of this?

Enter MIRANDA ; and PROSPERO at a distance. Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock Mira.

Alas, now! pray you, by the sea-side, wbere my wine is hid. How now, Work not so hard : I would, the lightning had mood-calf? how does thine ague?

Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile! Cel. Hast thou pot dropped from heaven? Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Ste. Oat o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was "Twill weep for having wearied you: My father the man in the moon, when time was.

Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: He's safe for these three hours.
My mistress shewed me thee, thy dog, and bash. Fer.

O most dear mistress, Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book : I will | The sun will set, before I shall discharge furnish it anon with new contents : swear.

What I must strive to do. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow Mira.

If you'll sit down, monster:-I afeard of him?-a very weak monster: I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that; -The man'i the moon ?-a most poor credulous I'll carry it to the pile. monster: Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. Fer.

No, precious creatare : Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'the island; I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, And kiss thy foot: I pr’ythee, be my god.

Than you should such dishonour undergo,
Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken While I sit lazy by.
Ganster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Mira.

It would become me
Cal. I'll kiss tby foot: I'll swear myself thy sub-As well as it does you: and I should do it
Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. [ject. With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
. I shall laugh myself to dealbmasteris papela

And yours against.

Poor worm! thou art infected; find in my heart to beat bim,

This visitation shews it. Ste. Come, kiss.


You look wearily. [me, Trin, -but that the poor monster's in drink: an Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with abominable monster!

(thee berries; When you are by at night. I do beseech you, Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. What is your name? A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!


Miranda :-O my father, I'll bear him po more sticks, but follow thee, I have broke your best to say so!

Admir'd Miranda! Thou wond'rous man.


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