Pro.

ees that made them.

The vei
I must cat my dinner.
Thiey,
and's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Whimehou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst
Water with berries in 't; and teach me how [give me
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fer-
Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms [tile;
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep froin me
The rest of the island.

Pro.

Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee,

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave;
Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each
One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good

natures

Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on 't
Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you,
For learning me your language!
Pro.
Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Cal.

[Aside.

No, pray thee!
I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
Pro.

So, slave; hence!
[Exit Caliban.

Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing
Ferdinand following him.
Ariel's Song.

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:

Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd
The wild waves whist,

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Bur. Hark, hark! Bowgh, wowgh.

The watch-dogs bark:

Bowgh, wowgh.

[dispersedly.

Ari. Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

[Burden, ding-dong.

Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa-
This is no mortál business, nor no sound [ther:-
That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say, what thou seest yond'.
Mira.
What is 't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form :-But 't is a spirit. [senses
Pro. No, wench; it eats, and sleeps, and hath such
As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest,
Was in the wrack; and but he 's something stain'd
With grief, that 's beauty's canker, thou might'st
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, [call him
And strays about to find them.
Mira.
I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
Pro.

Asiae. [thee

How the best?

It goes on, I see,
As my soul prompts it-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free
Within two days for this.
Fer.
Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: My prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no? Mira. No wonder, sir;
But, certainly a maid.
Fer. ·
My language! heavens !-
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 't is spoken.
Pro.
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me ;
And that he does I weep: myself am Naples;
Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wrack'd.
Mira.
Alack, for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of
And his brave son, being twain..
Milan
Pro.
The duke of Milan
And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 't were fit to do 't:-At the first sight [Aside
They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir;

I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way! Fer. O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.

Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more.They are both in either's powers; but this swif

business

I must uneasy inake, lest too light winning [Aside
Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp (thee
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on 't.
Fer.

No, as I am a man.
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a tem
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

earth?

Beseech you, father ! | delicate temperance.
Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
Mira.

Sir, have pity;
I ll be his surety.
Pro. Silence ! one word imore
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an impostor! hush!

Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench!
To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.

Cay nerves are in their infancy axe So they are: Set. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. And have no vigour in them. Fer.

Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments seem
now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the mar-
riage of your daughter, who is now queen.
Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.

. When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd, Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
mes to the entertainer-

Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish

Prithee, peace.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, Will guard your person while you take your rest,
That would not bless our Europe with your daugh- And watch your safety.
But rather lose her to an African;
[ter, Alon..
Thank you: wondrous heavy.
Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.
Who hath cause to wet the grief on 't.
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Alon.
Ant. It is the quality of the climate.
Seb. Why
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd'other-Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
By all of us; and the fair soul herself
[wise Myself dispos'd to sleep.
Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at
Ant.
Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have [your son,
More widows in them of this business' making,
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault 's
Your own. 1lon. So is the dearest of the loss.
Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in; you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.

Seb.

Very well.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy. Seb. Foul weather?

Ant.

Very foul.
Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,-
Ant. He 'd sow 't with nettle-seed.
Seb.
Or docks, or mallows.
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do!
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known: riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none:
No use of inetal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too; but innocent and pure:
No sovereignty :-

Seb.

Yet he would be king on 't. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.

Seb.

'Save his majesty!

Ant. Long live Gonzalo !
Gon.
And, do you mark me, sir?-
Alon. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to

me.

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing.

Ant. T was you we laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am no-
thing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at
nothing still.

Aut. What a blow was there given !
Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.
Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you
would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would
continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn music.
Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my
discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep,
for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
[All sleep but Alon., Seb., and Ant.
Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I
They are inclin'd to do so.
[find
Seb.
Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
Aut. We two, my lord,

It is a comforter.

Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;
They dropped, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?-No more:-
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee;
My strong imagination sees a crown
[and
Dropping upon thy head.
Seb.

I do; and, surely,

What, art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
Seb.
It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep.
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep. Ant. Noble Sebastian,
Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep, die rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.
Thou dost snore distinctly
There's meaning in thy snores.

Seb.

Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Trebles thee o'er.

Seb.

Well, I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb.

Hereditary sloth instructs me.

Do so: to ebb,
Ant. O,

If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or sloth.
Seb. Prithee say on
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.
Ant.

Thus, sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
(Who shall be of as little memory,
When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded
(For he 's a spirit of persuasion, only
Professes to persuade,) the king his son 's alive,-
T is as impossible that he 's undrown'd,
As he that sleeps here, swims.
Seb.
That he 's undrown'd.
Ant.
O, out of that no hope,
What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high a hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts discovery there.
That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Who's the next heir of Naples?
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis: she that dwell
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Napl
Can have no note, unless the sun were post,
(The man i' the moon 's too slow,) till new-born chi
Be rough and razorable; she that from whom
We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast agai
And by that destiny to perform an act,
Whereof what 's past is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.
What stuff is this?-How say yo
'T is true, my brother's daughter 's queen of Tuni
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.

True:

And look how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before: My brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your conscience-

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 't were a kybe,
Twould put me to my slipper: But I feel not
This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,

he were that which now he 's like, that 's dead;
Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They I take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
Seb.
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou gott'st Milan,
I come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the king shall love thee.
Ant.

Draw together:
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word.
[They converse apart.

Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger at you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth, For else his project dies,) to keep them living. [Sings in Gonzalo's ear. While you here do snoring lie Open-eyed Conspiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! Awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!

[They awake.

Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me I' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometine am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness:-Lo! now! lo!

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

7

Trin. Here 's neither brush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailtuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead InWarm, o my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, dian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thus der.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die ashore ;-

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral:
Well, here's my comfort.
[Drinks.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate:
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang;

Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, herefore this ghastly looking? [drawn? Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Gon. What's the matter? Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. Sea. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. Even now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing [Drinks. Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? A struck mine ear most terribly.

.

Alon.

I heard nothing. Ant. O, 't was a din to fright a monster's ear; make an earthquake! sure it was the roar a whole herd of lions. Aion.

Cal. Do not torment me: O!

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scaped drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. Cal. The spirit torments me: 0!

Heard you this, Gonzalo? . Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: Ishak'd you, sir, and cried; as mine eyes open'd, Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; aw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the That's verity: 'Tis best we stand upon our guard; devil should he learn our language? I will give him that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. some relief, if it be but for that: If I can recover Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further him and keep him tame, and get to Naples with For my poor son. [search him, he 's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.

Gen. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i' the island. Alon. Lead away. Cal. Do not torment me, prithee; I 'll bring my
Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have wood home faster.
done:

[Aside. Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have

SCENE II.-Another part of the Island.
Enter Caliban, with a burthen of wood.
A noise of thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
2 inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,

never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him: he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth: here

is that which will give language to you, cat; open To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell To clust ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee you, and that soundly : you cannot tell who's your Young scamels from the rock : Wilt thou go with me? friend: open your chaps again. Ste. I prithee now, lead the way, without any more Trin. I should know that voice: It should be talking:-Trinculo, the king and all our company But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! de- else being drowned, we will inherit here.-Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we 'll fill him by and by again.

fend me!

Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come -Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. Trin. Stephano,-

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

Trin. Stephano!-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke: -But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!

not constant.

Ste. Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is
[sprites.
Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved overboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands,

since I was cast a-shore.

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

Ste. Here; swear then how thou escapedst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

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

Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, inoon-calf? how does thine ague?

ACT III.

SCENE I.-Before Prospero's Cell.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.
Fer. 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
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 base-
Had ne'er like executor. I forget:
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my la-
[ness
Most busy least when I do it.
[bours ;

Enter Miranda, and Prospero at a distance.
Mira.
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: My father
Is hard at study; pray now rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours.
Fer.

O most dear mistress, The sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do. Mira. If you'll sit down I'll bear your logs the while : Pray give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile. Fer. No, precious creature: Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and bush. | Than you should such dishonour undergo,

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee : I was the
man in the moon, when time was.

Ste. Come, swear to that ; kiss the book: I will | While I sit lazy by. Mira. It would become me
furnish it anon with new contents: swear.
Trin. 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 mon-
ster: Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.
Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island;
And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
monster; when his god 's asleep he 'll rob his bottle.
Cal. I li kiss thy foot : I'll swear myself thy subject.
Ste. Come on then ; down and swear.
Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-
headed monster: a most scurvy monster! I could
find in my heart to beat him,- Ste. Come, kiss.
Trin. but that the poor inonster 's in drink; An
abominable monster!
[thee berries;
Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck
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 wond'rous man.

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.
Pro.
Poor worm! thou art infected
This visitation shows it. Mira. You look wearily
Fer. No, noble mistress; 't is fresh morning with
When you are by at night. I do beseech you, [me
(Chiefly, that I may set it in my prayers,)
What is your name?
Mira.

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

Cal. 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

Admir'd Miranda

Miranda:-O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!
Fer.
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 ow'd,
And put it to the foil: But you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best. Mira. I do not know
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,