by this bottle how thou cam'st hither. I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle!—which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

Cal. I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject; For the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here: swear, then, how thou escap'dst.

Trin. Swam ashore, 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 seaside, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague.

Cal. Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?

Ste. Out o' th' 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 show'd 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' the moon!most poor credulous monster.-Well drawn,monster,in good sooth. Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island; And I will kiss thy foot. I'll swear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on, then: down, and swear.

Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster: I could find in my heart to beat him,

Ste. Come, kiss.

Trin.-But that the poor monster's in drink. An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; 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,
Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how

To snare the nimble marmozet. I'll bring thee

To clustering filberds; and sometimes I'll get thee

Young seamells' 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 else being drown'd, we will inherit here.-Here; bear my bottle.-Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him, by and by, again.

Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster.

1 Gulls.

CAL. 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, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom! hey-day, free

dom!

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way.

Act Third.

SCENE 1.-BEFORE PROSPERO'S CELL.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.

[Exeunt.

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 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 crabbed;
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 even refresh my labours;
Most busiest when I do it.

Mira.

Enter Miranda, and Prospero at a distance.
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.

Fer.
O! most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.

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

Fer.

No, precious creature;

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,

While I sit lazy by.

Mira.

It would become me

As well as it does you; and I should do it
With much more ease, for my good will is to it,
And yours it is against.

Pro.

Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation shows it.

Mira.

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

What is your name?

Mira.

Miranda. O my father!

I have broke your 'hest to say so.

Fer.
Admir'd Miranda!
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
Th' 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.

Mira.

I do not know

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.

Fer.

I am, in my condition,

A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;

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

This wooden slavery, than to suffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak:

The 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.

Mira.

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' th' world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira.

To weep at what I am glad of.

Pro.

I am a fool

Fair encounter

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

Fer.

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 shows. 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 servant,
Whether you will or no.

Fer.

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.

Fer.

A thousand thousand!

[Exeunt Fer. and Mira.

Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining.

SCENE II. ANOTHER PART OF THE ISLAND.

Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.

[Exit.

Ste. Tell not me :-when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before therefore bear up, and board 'em.-Servantmonster, drink to me.

Trin. Servant-monster?-the folly of this island! They say there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th' other two be brain'd like us, the State totters.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be set else? He were a brave monster, indeed, if they were set on his tail.

Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, 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 standard. Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.

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

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe. I'll not serve him; he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable. Was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster?

Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?
T. 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 to the suit I made to thee?

Ste. Marry will I; kneel and repeat it: I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel, invisible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant,
A sorcerer that by his cunning hath cheated me
Of this island.

Ari. Thou liest.

Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting 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 supplant some of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more.-[To Caliban.-]Proceed.
Cal. I say by sorcery 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 dare not.

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.

Ste. How, now, shall this be compass'd? Canst 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 liest; thou canst not.

Cal. What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy 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 show him

Where the quick freshes1 are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no farther danger: interrupt the monster one word farther, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off. Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?

Ari. Thou liest.

Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes 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? This can sack and drinking do.-A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pry' thee stand farther off. Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,

I'll beat him too.

1 Springs.