페이지 이미지

Mira. Miranda. O my father,

I've broke your heft, to fay fo.

Fer. Admir'd Miranda!

Indeed, the top of admiration, worth
What's dearest to the world; full many a lady
I've ey'd with beft regard, and many a time
T'harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear; for sev'ral virtues
Have I lik'd fev'ral 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 best.

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 modefty,
(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

I do forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition,

father's 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-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak;
The 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
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 fpeak true; if hollowly, invert
What beft is boded me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of aught else i̇' 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 moft rare affections! Heav'ns rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!

Fer. Wherefore weep you!

Mira. At mine unworthinefs, that dare not offer What I defire to give; and much less take

What I shall die to want: but this is trifling;

And all the more it feeks to hide itself,

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 fellow


You may deny me; but I'll be your fservant,

Whether will or no.


Fer. My mistress, dearest,

And I thus humble ever.

Mira. My husband then?

Fer. Ay, with a heart fo 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 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.

F 2





[blocks in formation]


ELL 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 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 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 fet in his tail.

Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in fack; for my part, the sea 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 standard.
Ste. We'll not run, monfieur monster.

Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lye like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, fpeak once in thy life, if thou be'st 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 liest, most ignorant monster, I am in case to justle a conftable; 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 me 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 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 subject, and he shall not fuffer indignity.

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 stand, 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 island. Ari. Thou lieft.

Cal. Thou lieft, thou jefting monkey, thou;

I would, my valiant master would destroy 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 isle; 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 ferve thee.

Ste. How fhall this be compast? canft thou bring me to the


Cal. Yea, yea, my lord, I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'ft 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 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 shew 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 o' doors, and make a ftock-fifh of thee.


Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off. Ste. Didft thou not say, he ly'd?

Ari. Thou lieft.

Ste. Do I fo? take thou that.

you like this, give me the lie another time.

[Beats him.

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 firft 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; and hath not

One spirit to command.

They all do hate him

As rootedly as I. Burn but his books;

He has brave utenfils, for so he calls them,

Which, when he has an house, he'll deck't 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 her;

But fhe as far furpaffes Sycorax,

As greatest does the leaft.

Ste. Is it fo brave a lafs?

Cal. Ay, lord; fhe will become thy bed, I warrant,

And bring thee forth brave brood.


« 이전계속 »