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of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano! two Neapolitans 'scap'd!

STE. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

CAL. [aside.] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.

That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:

I will kneel to him.


STE. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

CAL. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy

True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.
STE. Here: [to TRINCULO] Swear then how thou escap❜dst.
TRIN. SwoM a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like
a duck, I'll be sworn.


STE. Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

TRIN. O Stephano, hast any more of this?

STE. The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague?

CAL. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

STE. Out o' the Moon, I do assure thee: I was the Man i'th' Moon, when time was.

CAL. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee;


My mistress shewed me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush. STE. Come, swear to that: kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.

TRIN. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster:
-I afeard of him?—a very weak monster!-The Man
i'th' Moon? A most poor credulous monster! Well
drawn,' monster, in good sooth!

CAL. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o' the Island;
And I will kiss thy foot. I pr'ythee, be my god.
TRIN. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

1 (slang) pulled, 'shifted.'


CAL. I'll kiss thy foot. I'll swear myself thy subject.
STE. Come on then: down, and swear.

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I could find in

TRIN. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed

monster. A most scurvy monster.

my heart to beat him

STE. Come, kiss!

TRIN. but that the poor monster's in drink. An abominable monster!

CAL. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee


I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.

A plague upon the Tyrant that I serve!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,

Thou wondrous Man.


TRIN. A most ridiculous monster: to make a wonder of
a poor drunkard!

CAL. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts ;
Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee
To clust'ring filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee
Young sea-mells1 from the rock. Wilt thou go with


STE. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here. Here: Bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by-and-by again.

CAL. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!

TRIN. A howling monster; a drunken monster.

CAL. [sings drunkenly.] No more dams I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish ;

'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new master-Get a new man.

Freedom, heigh-day! heigh-day, freedom! freedom,

heigh-day, freedom!

STE. O brave monster! lead the way.

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Enter FERDINAND, bearing a Log.

FER. There be some sports are painful; and their labour
Delight in them sets off. Some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be
As heavy to me as 'tis odious; but

The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures. O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabb'd;
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such baseness
Had never like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do ever refresh my labour,
Most busiless when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA. After her PROSPERO apart.
Alas, now! pray you,

Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
"Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself:
He's safe for these three hours.


O most dear mistress,

The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.


If you'll sit down,

I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that:
I'll carry it to the pile.


No, precious creature:

I'd rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.



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As well as it does you, and I should do it

With much more ease; for my good will is to it,

And your's it is against.

PRO. [aside.]

This visitation shews it.



Poor worm! thou art infected:

You look wearily.

FER. No, noble mistress: 'tis fresh morning with me,

When you are by at night. I do beseech you

(Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers),

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Indeed, the top of admiration! worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear. For several virtues
Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best!

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One of my sex; 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 am skill-less 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,

Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle

Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.


I am, in my condition,

A Prince, Miranda; I do think, a King

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





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This wooden slavery, than to suffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
very instant that I saw you, did

My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and for your sake

Am I this patient log-man.


Do you love me?

FER. O Heaven, O Earth, bear witness to this sound,

And crown what I profess with kind event,

If I speak true! If hollowly, invert

What best 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 'em!


Wherefore weep you?

MIRA. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer

What I desire to give; and much less take
What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;

And all the more it seeks to hide itself,

The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful Cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy Innocence!

I am your wife, if you will marry me;

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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 thousand thousand!


[Exeunt FERD. and MIRA.

PRO. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing

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