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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-lefs 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.


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-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak ;— The very instant that I faw you, did

My heart fly to your fervice; there refides,

To make me slave to it; and, for your fake,
Am I this patient log-man.


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.


I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.


Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!


Wherefore weep you?

Mira. At mine unworthinefs, 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 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 fervant,
Whether you will or no.


And I thus humble ever.


My mistress, dearest,

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.


A thoufand! thousand!

[Exeunt FER. and MIR.

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 fupper time, muft I perform Much bufinefs appertaining.


Another Part of the Island.

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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-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 ftate totters.

Ste. Drink, fervant-monster, 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 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 list; he's no

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 beest 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 monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou debosh'd fish thou, was there ever 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 monster should be such 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 subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

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


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

and fo thall Trinculo.

Enter ARIEL, invisible.

Cal. As I told thee

Before, I am fubject to a tyrant;

A forcerer, that by his cunning hath
Cheated me of the island.


Thou lieft.

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 fome of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.

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

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 dare not,

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now fhall this be compafs'd? Can't 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 lieft, thou canst not.

Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? Thou fcurvy 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 fhew him Where the quick freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt


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. Didft thou not say, he lied?

Ari. Thou lieft.

Ste. Do I fo? take thou that. [ftrikes 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. 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' the 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 a 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 she;
But fhe as far furpasseth Sycorax,

As greatest does least.


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