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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 skill-less 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,
Befides yourself, to like of: But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein forget.

Fer.

I am, in my condition,

A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
(I would, not so!) and would no more endure

This wooden flavery, than I would fuffer

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

The very instant that I faw you, did

My heart fly to your service; 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 heaven, O earth, bear witness to this found,

And crown what I profess with kind event,

If I speak true; if hollowly, invert

What beft is boded me, to mischief! I,

Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,

Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira.

I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.
Pro.

Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace

On that which breeds between them!

Fer.

Wherefore weep you?

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer

What I defire to give; and much less take,

What

What I shall die to want: But this is trifling;
And all the more it feeks to hide itself,

The bigger bulk it thews. Hence, bafnful 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 servant,
Whether you will or no.

Fer.

My mistress, dearest,

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 farewell,

Till half an hour hence.

[Exeunt FER. and MIR.

Fer.

A thousand! thousand !

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

Who are furpriz'd with all; but my rejoicing

At nothing can be more. I'll to my book;
For yet, ere supper time, must I perform

[Exit.

Much business appertaining.

SCENE II.

Another Part of the Island.

Enter STEPHANO and TRINCULO; CALIBAN following with a bottle.

Ste. Tell not me;-when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up and board 'em: Servant-monster, drink to me.

Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They

fay, fay, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brain'd like us, the state totters.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

Ste. My man-monfter hath drown'd his tongue in fack: for my part, the fea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light. Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.

Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard. Ste. We'll not run, monfieur monster.

Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe: I'll not ferve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou lieft, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a conftable: Why, thou debosh'd fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much fack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster?

Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?

Trin. Lord, quoth he!-that a monster should be fuch a natural!

Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-The poor monster's my fubject, and he shall not fuffer indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd

To hearken once again the suit I made thee?

Ste.

Ste. Marry will I: kneel, and repeat it; I will stand,

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Cal. Thou lieft, thou jesting monkey, thou; I would, my valiant matter would destroy thee : I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale,

by this hand, I will fupplant some of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I faid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more. - [To CALIBAN.] Proceed.

Cal. I say, by forcery he got this isle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; But this thing dare not,

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.

Ste. How now shall this be compass'd? Can'st thou

bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.
Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.

Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? Thou scurvy patch 1
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone,
He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not shew him
Where the quick freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt

the

the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee. Trin. Why, what did I ? I did nothing; I'll go further off. Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied ?

Ari. Thou lieft.

Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.

Trin. I did not give the lie: Out o' your wits, and hearing too?-A pox o' your bottle! this can fack, and drinking do.--A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Prythee stand further off.

Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,

I'll beat him too.

Ste. Stand further.-Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him I' the afternoon to fleep: there thou may'st brain him, Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his wezand with thy knife: Remember, First to possess his books; for without them He's but a fot, as I am, nor hath not One spirit to command: They all do hate him, As rootedly as I : Burn but his books; He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them,) Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal. And that most deeply to consider, is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er faw woman, But only Sycorax my dam, and the; But she as far furpasseth Sycorax,

As greatest does least.

Ste.

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