Brought my too diligent ear; for feveral virtues
Have I lik'd feveral women, never any
With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the nobleft grace fhe ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, O you,
So perfect, and fo peerless, are created
Of every creature's beft.

Mira. I do not know

One of my fex; 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,
And my dear father; how features are abroad,
I'm skillefs 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 fhape,
Befides your felf, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's
I therein do forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition,

precepts

A Prince, Miranda; I do think, a King;

(I would, not fo!) and would no more endure

This wooden flavery, than I would fuffer

The flesh-flie blow my mouth. Hear my foul fpeak;

The very instant that I faw you, did

My heart fly to your fervice, 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 heav'n, O earth, bear witness to this found,

And crown what I profefs with kind event,

If I fpeak 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.

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 defire to give; and much less take, What I fhall die to want: but this is trifling; And all the more it feeks to hide it felf,

The bigger bulk it fhews. Hence, bafhful 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 fervant,
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 farewel,

Till half an hour hence.

Fer. A thoufand, thousand.

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

SCENE II.

Changes to another part of the Island.

[Exeunt.

Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo.

[Exit.

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

Trin. Servant-monfter! the folly of this island! they fay, there's but five upon this ifle; we are three of them, if the other two be brain'd like us, the state

totters.

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

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

Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in fack for my part, the fea cannot drown me. I fwam, ere I could recover the fhore, 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 ftandard. Ste. We'll not run, monfieur monster.

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

Ste. Moon-calf, fpeak once in thy life, if thou beeft a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour? let me lick thy fhoe; I'll not ferve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou lieft, most ignorant moniter, I am in cafe to justle a conftable; why, thou debofh'd fish thou, was there ever a man a coward that hath drunk fo much fack as I to-day? wilt thou tell a monftrous 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 monfter fhould 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 fhall not fuffer indignity.

Cal

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

Ste. Marry, will I; kneel and repeat it; I will ftand, and fo fhall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invifible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am fubject to a tyrant, a forcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the Mand.

Ari. Thou lieft.

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

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand, I will fupplant fome of your teeth. Trin. Why, I faid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more; proceed. Cal. I fay, by forcery he got this ifle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him, (for, I know, thou dar'ft, But this thing dares not.————————)

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll ferve thee. Ste. How now fhall this be compaft? canft thou bring me to the party?

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

Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? thou scurvy patch! I do befeech thy greatnefs, give him blows, And take his bottle from him; when that's gone, He fhall drink nought but brine, for I'll not fhew 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. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.

Ste. Didft thou not fay, 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
I'th' afternoon to fleep; there thou may'st brain him,
Having first feiz'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 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 utenfils, (for fo he calls them,)
Which when he has an house, he'll deck withal.
And that most deeply to confider, is

The beauty of his daughter; he himself

Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er faw woman,

But only Sycorax my dam, and fhe:

But fhe as far furpaffes Sycorax,

As greatest does the least.

Ste. Is it fo brave a Lafs?

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

Ste.