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Young 7 Scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company being drown'd, we will inherit here. Hear, bear my bottle; fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.
Cal. [Sings drunkenly. ] Farewel mafter; farewel
Trin. A howling monfter; a drunken monfter.
Has a new mafter, get a new man.
Freedom, hey-day hey-dey, freedom! freedom,
Ste. O brave monster, lead the way.
Before Profpero's Cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.
HERE be fome fports are painful, but their
Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of baseness
7 Scamels.] This word has puzzled the Commentators: Dr. Warburton reads Shamois, Mr. Theobald would read any thing rather than Scamels. Mr. Holt,
who wrote Notes upon this play, obferves that limpets are in fome places called Scams, therefore I have fuffered Scamels to ftand.
Are nobly undergone, and moft poor matters
The miftrefs, which I ferve, quickens what's dead,
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;
But thefe fweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour,
Enter Miranda; and Profpero, at a distance unfeen.
Mira. Alas, now, pray you,
Work not fo hard; I would the lightning had
Fer. O moft dear miftrefs,
The fun will fet before I fhall discharge
Mir. If you'll fit down,
I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that;
Fer. No, precious creature,
l'ad rather crack my finews, break my back, Than you should fuch difhonour undergo,
While I fit lazy by.
Mira. It would become me,
8 The two firft Folio's read: Moft bufy leaft, when I do it.
"Tis true this Reading is corrupt; but the Corruption is fo VOL. I.
very little remov'd from the Truth of the Text, that I can't afford to think well of my own Sagacity for having difcovered
As well as it does you; and I should do it
With much more eafe; for my good will is to it,
Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;
Mira. You look wearily.
Fer. No, noble miftrefs; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly that I might fet it in my prayers)
What is your name?
Mira. Miranda, O my father,
I've broke your heft to fay fo.
Indeed, the top of admiration: worth
Mira. I do not know
One of my fex; no woman's face remember,
(The jewel in my dower) I would not wish
Befides yourfelf, to like of. But I prattle
9 Of every creature's beft.] Alluding to the picture of Venus by Apelles.
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 flavery, than I would fuffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my foul speakThe very inftant that I faw you, did
My heart fly to your fervice, there refides
To make me flave to it, and for your fake
Mira. Do you love me?
Fer. O heav'n, O earth, bear witnefs 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, ́
Mira. I am a fool,
To weep at what I'm glad of.
Pro. Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! heav'ns rain grace,
Fer. 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 fhews. Hence bashful cunning!
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
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. fiere's my hand.
Mira. And mine, with my heart in't. And now
'Till half an hour hence.
Fer. A thousand, 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.
Changes to another part of the Ifland.
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, with a bottle. Ste.ELL not me-When the butt is out, we will drink water, not a drop before; therefore bear up, and board 'em-Servant-monfter; drink
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
Ste. Drink, fervant-monster, when I bid thee. Thy eyes are almoft fet in thy head.
Trin. Where should they be fet elfe? he were a brave monfter 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, monfter, or my standard.
Trin. Your lieutenant, if you lift; he's no standard. 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.