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 escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved overboard, 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 escapedst. TRIN. Swam ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. CAL. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? STE. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was. CAL. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; my mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush. TRIN. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster.— I afeard of him!-a very weak monster.-The man i' the moon! a most poor credulous monster!-Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. CAL. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island; And I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god. TRIN. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster : when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. CAL. I'll 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 to beat him, heart 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 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 prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; STE. I prithee now, lead the way, without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here.-Here ; bear Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. CAL. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. my bottle. [Sings drunkenly. TRIN. A howling monster, a drunken monster. At requiring, Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, high-day! high-day, freedom! freedom! high-day, freedom! STE. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt. ACT III. Scene I.-Before PROSPERO's Cell. FER. There be some sports are painful, and their labour work, and says such baseness Enter MIRANDA. MIRA. FER. The sun will set, before I shall discharge O most dear mistress, MIRA. If you'll sit down, MIRA. It would become me 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. 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 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. MIRA. FER. I am in my condition A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;- The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak :- My heart fly to your service; there resides, 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' the world, Do love, prize, honour you. MIRA. I am a fool To weep at what I am glad of. Wherefore weep you? FER. The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow 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: 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 MIR. severally. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ACT III. Scene I.-LEONATO'S Garden. Enter HERO, MARGARET, and URSULA. HERO. Good Margaret, run thee to the parlour; MAR. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently. HERO. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, As we do trace this alley up and down, Our talk must only be of Benedick: To praise him more than ever man did merit. Enter BEATRICE, behind. No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful; [Exit. [They advance to the bower. URS. But are you sure That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely? HERO. So says the prince, and my new-trothed lord. URS. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam ? HERO. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it; But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick, To wish him wrestle with affection, And never to let Beatrice know of it. |