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Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues
Have I lik'd several women, never any
With fo full soul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the nobleft grace the ow'd,
And
put
it to the foil. But

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 minę own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father; how features are abroad,
I'm skillefs of; but, by my modesty,
(The jewel in my dower) I would not with
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides your self, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my
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 slavery, than I would suffer
The flesh-flie blow my mouth. Hear my
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service, there resides
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,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What beft is boaded me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else i'th' world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira. I am a fool,
To weep at what I'm glad of.

Pro.

father's precepts

foul speak;

Pro. Fair encounter
Of two moft rare affections ! heav'ns rain grace,
On that which breeds between 'em !

Fer. Wherefore weep you?

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer,
What I desire to give; and much less take,
What I shall die to want: but this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide it felf,
The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful 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 hand.
Mira. And mine, with my heart in't; and now

farewel,
Till half an hour hence.
Fer. A thoufand, thousand.

[Exeunt,
Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,
Who are surpriz'd withal ; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I'll to my book ;
For yet, ere supper-time, muft I perform
Much business appertaining.

[Exit.
SCENE I 1.

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Changes to another part of the island.

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

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Trin,

Trin. Servant-monster! the folly of this island! they say, 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-monfter, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

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

Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea 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 lift ; he's no standard:
Ste. We'll not run, monsieur 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 serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant moniter, I am in case to justle a constable; why, thou debolh'd fish thou, was 'there ever a man à 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 such a natural !

Cal. Lo, lo, again ; bite him to death, I proythee.

Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in if

you prove a mutineer, the next tree - the poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity

Cal:

your head

;

your teeth,

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Ste. Marry, will I ; kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invisible. Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the Hand.

Ari. Thou lieft.

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

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of

Trin. Why, I said nothing.
Ste. Mum then, and no more ; proceed.
Cal. I say, by forcery he got this ille ;
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him, (for, I know, thou dar'st,
But this thing dares not. -)

Ste. That's most certain.
Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.
Ste. How now shall this be compaft ? canst 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! 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 moniter one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-filh of thee.

Trin,

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Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go
further off.

Ste. Didít thou not say, he ly'd ?
Ari. Thou lieft.

Ste. Do I fo? take you that. [Beats bim.
As you like this, give me the lie another time.

Trin. I did not give thee 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 ; pr’ythee, 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
l'th' afternoon to seep; 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 poffefs his books; for without them
He's but a sot, 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 an 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 saw woman,
But only Sycorax my dam, and she :
But she as far furpaffes Sycorax,
As greatest does the least.

Ste, Is it so brave a Lass ?

Cal. Ay, lord ; she will become thy bed, I warrant,
And bring thee forth brave brood.

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