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Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster.
Nor fetch in firing
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;
Has a new master-Get a new man.
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey
Ste. O brave monster! lead the way.
SCENE I-Before Prospero's Cell. Enter Ferdinand,
bearing a log.
THERE be some sports are painful; but their labour
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;
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
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.
If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that
No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.
It would become me,
As well as it does you
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,) What is your name?
Miranda :-0, my father,
Indeed, the top of admiration
Of every creature's best.
I do not know
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 I would 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,
Do you love me?
Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,
What best is boded me, to mischief! I,
I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of.
Wherefore weep you?
Mir. 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;
If not, I'll die your maid to be your fellow
My mistress, dearest,
And I thus humble ever.
My husband then?
Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing
Mir. And mine, with my heart in't: And now fare-
Till half an hour hence.
A thousand! thousand!
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 Stephano and Trinculo: Caliban following with a bottle.
Ste. Tell not me ;-when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'em: Servant-monster, 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 the other two be brain'd like us, the state
Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy yes are almost set in thy head.
Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
Ste. My man-monster hath drowned 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.
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 ease to justle a constable: Why, thou deboshed fish thou, 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?
Trin. 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 treeThe 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 the suit I made 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;