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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.
Farewel mafter; farewel
Cal. [Sings drunkenly. ] farewel.
Trin. A howling monfter; a drunken monster.
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish,
Has a new mafter, get a new man.
Freedom, hey-day! hey-dey, freedom! freedom,
Ste. O brave moniter, lead the way.
Before Profpero's Cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.
HERE be fome sports are painful, but their labour
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,
But thefe fweet thoughts do ev'n refresh my labour,
Enter Miranda; and Profpero, at a distance unfeen.
Mira. Alas, row, pray you,
Work not fo hard; I would the lightning had
Fer. O moft dear mistress,
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,
Mira. It would become me,
8 The two firft Folio's read: Most busy least, 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 THEOBALD.
As well as it does you; and I fhould do it
Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;
This vifitation fhews it.
Mira. You look wearily.
Fer. No, noble miftrefs; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do befeech 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 lay fo.
With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace fhe ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, O you,
Mira. I do not know
One of my fex; no woman's face remember,
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;
The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my foul speak-
Mira. Do you love me?
Fer. O heav'n, Q 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, Do love, prize, honour you. 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,
Mira. At mine unworthinefs, that dare not offer, What I defire to give: and much leis 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! 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, dearcft,
And I thus humble ever.
Mira. My husband then? .
As bondage e'er of freedom. Here'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 Island.
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, with a battle. 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-monster! the folly of this ifland! 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-monfter, 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.