No;

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.

ACT II.
Fer.
No, as I am a man.

SCENE I. mother part of the Island. Enter AlonMir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: so, Sebastian,

Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco,

and others. If the ill spirit have so fair an house, Good things will strive to dwell with'te

Gonzalo. Pro. (To Ferd.] Follow me.

'BESEECH you, sir, be merry: you have cause Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.---Come.

(So have we all) of joy, for our escape I'll manacle thy neck and feet together :

Is much beyond our loss : Our hint of woe Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be

Is common ; every day, some sailor's wife, The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Wherein the acorn cradled : Follow.

Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, Fer.

I mean our proservation, few in millions I will resist such entertainment, till

Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws. Our sorrow with our comfort.
Mir.
O, dear father,
Alon.

Pr'ythee, peace
Make not too rash a trial of him : for

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
He's gentle, and not fearful.

Ant. The visitor will pot give him o'er so.
Pro.
What, I say,

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by
My foot my tutor ! Put thy sword up, traitor ; and by it will strike
Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy con-

Gon. Sir, science

Seb. One : Tell. Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

Comes to the entertainerAnd make thy weapon drop.

Seb. A dollar. Mir.

Beseech

you,

father! Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken Pro. Hence ; hang not on my garments,

truer than you purposed. Mir.

Sir, have pity; Seb, You have taken it wiselier than I meant you I'll be his surety.

should. Pro. Silence : one word more

Gon. Therefore, my lord,
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue !
An advocate for an impostor ? hush!

Alon. I pr‘ythee, spare.
Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as Gon. Well, I have done : But yet.
Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench!

Seb. He will be talking.
To the most of men this is a Caliban,

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, fora good wager, And they to him are angels.

first begins to crow? Mir. My affections

Sch. The old cock. Are then most humble ; I have no ambition

Ant. The cockrel.
To see a goodlier man.

Seb. Done: The wager?
Pro.
Come on; obey : [To Ferd.

Ant. A laughter.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

Seb. A match.
And have no vigour in them.

Adr. Though this island seem to be desert-
Fer.
So they are :

Seb. Ha ! ha! ha!
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

Ant. So you've pay'd. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,

Seb. Yet, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,

Adr. Yet, Might I but through my prison once a day

Ant. He could not miss it. Behold this maid : all corners else o' the earth

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate Let liberty make use of ; space enough

temperance. Have I in such a prison !

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Pro.
It works : Come on.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel Follow me.- Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.

[To Ferd. and Mira.

Sct. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. [To Ariel.] Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. Mir.

Be of comfort: Gon. Here is every ting advantageous to life My father's of a better nature, sir.

Ant. 'True : save means to live. Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,

Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Which now came from him.

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? how green! Pro.

Thou shalt be as free Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. As mountain winds : but theo exactly do

Seb. With an eye of green in't. All points of my command.

Ant. He misses not much. Ari. To the syllable.

Seb. No ; hc doth but mistake the truth totally. Pre. Come, follow : Speak not for him. (Exeunt. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, almost

beyond credit)

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding, their freshDess, and glosses ; being rather new dy'd, than stain'd with salt water,

w

Very foul.

Art, If but one of his pockets could speak, would it | Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost your at say, he lies ?

son, Sct. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. I fear, for ever : Milan and Naples bave

Gors. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as More widows in them of this business' making, when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage Than we bring men to comfort them : the faults of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to the king of

Your own. Tunis

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Setto "Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well Gon. My lord Sebastian, in our return.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a And time to speak it in : you rub the sore, paragon to their queen.

When you should bring the plaster. Gen. Not since widow Dido's time.

Seb.

Very well. Art. Widow ? a pox o'that! How came that widow Ant. And most chirurgeonly. in ? Widow Dido !

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Set. What if he had said, widower Æneas too ? good When you are cloudy. lant, how you take it !

Set.

Foul weather? der. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of Ant. that : She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, Gor. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

Ant. He'd sow it with pettle-seed. Adr. Carthage ?

Sed.

Or docks, or mallows. Con. I assure you, Carthage.

Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Scb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Seim. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.

Gon. I'the commonwealth I would by coutraries Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Execute all things : for no kind of traffic bext?

Would I admit; no name of magistrate • Ss. I think he will carry this island home in his Letters should not be known; no use of service, pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Of riches or of poverty ; no contracts, Ante And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring | Successions ; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : furth more islands.

No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : Geti. Ay?

No occupation ; all men idle, all ; Art. Why, in good time.

And women too; but innocent and pure : Gotr. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem No sovereignty :low as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marri- Seb.

And yet he would be king on't. age of your daughter, who is now queen.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets int. And the rarest that e'er came there.

the beginning. Sct. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

Gon. All things in common natu.e should produce Art. O, widow Dido ; ay, widow Dido.

Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Come Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Art That sort was well fish'd for.

of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, Gor. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? To feed my innocent people.

Aler. You cram these words into mine ears, against Seb. No marrying ʼmong his subjects?
The stomach of my sense : 'Would I had never Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.
Married my daughter there ! for, coming thence, Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
My son is lost ; and, in my rate, she too,

To excel the golden age.
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

Sch.

'Save his majesty ! I ne'er again shall see her. Othou mine heir

Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish

Gon.

And, do you mark me, sir ? Hath made his meal on thee !

Alon, Pr'ythee, no more : thou dost talk nothing to Fran.

Sir, he may live ; Isv him beat the surges under him,

Gon. I do well believe your highness ; and did it to And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such Whose esimity be flung aside, and breasted

sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head

laugh at nothing. *Bore the contentious waves he kept, and card Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at. Himself with his good arms in lasty stroke

Gon. Who, in this kind of merty fooling, am nothing To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing suille As stooping to relieve him : I not doubt,

Ant. What a blow was there given!
He came alive to land.

Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.
Alen.
No, no, he's gone.

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would
Sch Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss ; | lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue
That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, in it five weeks without changing.
But rather lose her to an African ;

Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn music. Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,

Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Wbo bath cause to wet the grief op't.

Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Alon.

Pr'ythee, peace. Gon. No, I warrant you ; I will not adventure my Sct. You were kneeld to, and importun'd other- discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, fur I wise

am very heavy? By all of us ; and the fair soul herself

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. Wegh'd between lothness and obedience, at

[.11! alecs but Alon. Seb. and Ante

me.

He's gone

yours and

!

Ant.

Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes That Ferdinand is drown'd? would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, Seb. they are inclin'd to do so.

Ant.

Then, tell me, Seb. Please you, sir,

Who's the next heir of Naples ? Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

Seb.

Claribel. It seldom visits sorrow ; when it doth,

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis ; she that dwells It is a comforter.

Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from Naples Ant. We two, my lord,

Can have no note, unless the sun were post, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, (The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins And watch your safety.

Be rough and razorable : she, from whom Alon.

Thank you : Wond'rous heavy- We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
[Alon. sleeps. Exit Ariel.

And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them? Whereof what's past is prologue ; what to come,
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

In

my discharge. Sch.

Why

Seb.

What stuff is this ?-how say you ? Doth it not then our eye-lids sink ? I find not

'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis ; Myself dispos'd to sleep.

So is she heir of Naples ; 'twixt which regions
Ant.
Nor I ; my spirits are nimble.

There is some space.
They fell together all, as by consent;

Ant.

A space, whose every cubit They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,

Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Worthy Sebastian ?-0, what might ?-No more :

Measure us back to Naples ?-Keep in Tunis, And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

And let Sebastian wake !-Say, this were death What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee : || That now bath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse and

Than now they are : There be, that can rule Naples My strong imagination sees a crown

As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate
Dropping upon thy head.

As amply, and unnecessarily,
Seb.
What, art thou waking ?

As this Gonzalo ; I myself could make
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore Seb. I do ; and, surely,

The mind that I do! what a sleep were this It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st

For your advancement ! Do you understand me? Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ?

Scb. Methinks, I do. This is a strange repose, to be asleep

Ant.

And how does your content With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving,

Tender your own good fortune ? And yet so fast asleep.

Scb.

I remember,
Noble Sebastian,

You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather : wink'st -

Ant.

True : Whiles thou art waking.

And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Seb.

Thou dost snore distinctly; Much feater than before : My brother's servants
There's meaning in thy snores.

Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you Seb. But, for your conscience-
Must be so too, if heed me ; which to do,

Ant. Ay, sir ; where lies that? If it were a kybe, Trebles thee o'er.

'Twould put me to my slipper : But I feel not Seb.

Well ; I am standing water. This deity in my bosom : Twenty consciences, Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, Seb. Do so : to ebb,

And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, Hereditary sloth instructs me.

No better than the earth he lies upon,
Anto
0,

If he were that which now he's like ; whom I,
If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, With this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, Can lay to-bed for ever : whiles you, doing thus,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,

To the perpetual wink for aye might put
Most often do so near the bottom run,

This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
By their own fear, or sloth.

Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
Seb.
Prythee, say on :

They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim They'll tell the clock to any business that
A matter from thee ; and a birth, indeed,

We say befits the hour.
Which thives thee much to yield.

Seb.

Thy case, dear friend, Ant.

Thus, sir:

Shall be my precedent ; as thou got'st Milan, Although this lord of weak remembrance, this I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword : one stroke (Who shall be of as little memory,

Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; When he is earth d.) hath here almost persuaded And I the king shall love thee. (For he's a spirit of persuasion only)

Ant.

Draw together :
The king, his son's alive ; 'tis as impossible

And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
That he's mdrown'd, as he, that slæps here, swims. To fall it on Gonzalo.
Seh. I have no hope

Scb.

O, but one word. That he's updrown'd.

(They converse apart. 0, out of that no hope,

Music. Roenter Ariel, invisible. What great hope have you ! no hope, that way, is Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger Another way so high an hope, that even

That these, his friends, are in ; and sends me forth, Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,

(For else his project dies,) to keep them living. But doubts discovey there. Will you grant, with me,

[Sings in Gonzalo's car,

. Ant.

TEMPEST.

Lead away.

While you here do snoring lie,

painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a Open-ey'd conspiracy

piece of silver : there would this monster make a His time doth take :

man; any strange beast, there makes a man : when If of life you keep a care,

they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they Shake of slumber, and beware :

will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a Awake! Awake!

man ! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I Ant. Then let us both he sudden.

do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king ! no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a

[They wake. || thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come Alen. Why, how now, bo ! awake! Why are you again : my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; drawn?

there is no other shelter hereabout : Misery acquaints Wherefore this ghastly looking ?

a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, Gon

What's the matter? till the dregs of the storm be past.
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Enter Stephano, singing ; a bottle in his hand,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing

Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Like bulls, or rather lions : did it not wake you?

Here shall I die a-shore ;
It struck Inine ear most terribly.

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral :
Aion.
I heard nothing. Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear :

The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
To make an earthquake ! sure, it was the roar

The gunner, and his mate,
Of a whole herd of lions.

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
Alon.
Heard you this, Gonzalo?

But none of us card for Kate :
Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, For she had a tongue with a tang,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me : Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang:
I stakd you, sir, and cry'd ; as mine eyes open'd, She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
I was their weapons drawn there was a noise, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch :
That's verity : 'Best stand upon our guard ;

Then to sea, boys, and let her

go hang.
Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons. This is a scurvy tune too : But here's my comfort.
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further

[Drinks. search

Cal. Do not torment me : 0!
For my poor son.

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? De
Gonza Heavens keep him from these beasts! || you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde?
For he is, sure, i' the island.

Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning to be afeard now of Alon.

your four legs ; for it hath been said, As proper a man Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done; as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give

[Aside. ground : and it shall be said so again, while Stephano
Sa, king, go safely on to seek thy son. (Exeunt. breathes at nostrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me : 0!
SCENE II. Another part of the island. Enter Cali-

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs :
bax, pith a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard. who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil

shuuld he learn our language? I will give him some re-
Cal. All the infeetions that the sun sucks up lief if it be but for that: If I can recover him, and keep
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present
By ineh-meal a disease ! His spirits hear me,

for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Cal. Do not torment me, prythee ;
Fright me with urehin shows, pitch me i the mire, I'll bring my wood home faster.
Nor kad me, like a fire-brand, in the dark

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the
Out of my way unless he bid them; but

wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never
For every trifle are they set upon me :

drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if
Sorretime like apes, that moe and chatter at me, I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which too much for him : he shall pay for luim that hath him,
Lietumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount and that soundly.
Their pricks at my foot-fall ; sometime am I

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, Anon, I know it by thy trembling :
Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now! lo !

Now Prosper works upon thee.
Enter Trinculo.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth : here
Here comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me, is that which will give language to you, cat ; open
For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall fat ;

your mouth : this will shake your shaking, I can tell Perchance, be will not mind me.

you, and that soundly: you cannot well who's your Trin. Here's neither bush nor slırub, to bear off any || friend ; open your chaps again. weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it Trin. I should know that voice: It should be-But sing i' the wind : yond' same black cloud, yond' huge he is drowned ; and these are devils: 0! defend me lone, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his li- Ste. Four legs, and two voices ; a most delicate monGUST. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know ster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his not where to hide my head : yond same cloud cannot friend ; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, eboose bunt fall by pailfuls.-What have we liere ? a and to detract. It'all the wine in my bottle will recovream or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a er him, I will help his ague : Come-Ameu! I will ich; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not pour some in thy other mouth. of the newest, Poor John. A strange fish! Were I in Trin. Stephano !England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me Mercy! merey

w

This is a devil, and no monster : I will leave him ; I' And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts ; have no long spoon.

1. Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how Trin. Stephano !-ifthou beest Stephano, touch me, To share the nimble marmozet ; I'll bring thee and speak to me ; for I am Trinculo ;-be not afeard, To clustering filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee -thy good friend Trinculo.

Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth! I'll pull Ste. I průythee now, lead the way, without any more thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company else are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed : How being drowned, we will inherit here.-Here; bear my cam`st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he

bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. vent Trinculos ?

Cal. Farewell, master ; farewell, farewell. Trin, I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke:

[Sings drunkenly. -But art thou not drowned, Stephano ? I hope now, Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of

Nor fetch in firing the storm: And art thou living, Stephano ? O ste

At requiring, phano, two Neapolitans 'scaped !

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Ste. Pr‘ythee, do not turn me about ; my stomach is

*Ban, Ban, Ca-Caliban not constant.

Has a new master-Get a new man. Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom ! freedom, heyThat's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor :

day, freedom! I will kpeel to him.

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. (Excunt. 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

ACT IIL. over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a- SCENE 1.–Before Prospero's Cell. Enter Ferdinand, shore.

bearing a log. Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy

Ferdinand. True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

THERE be some sports are painful; but their labour Ste. Here ; swear then how thou escap'dst.

Delight in them sets off': some kinds of baseness Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck ; I can swim Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be Ste. Here, kiss the book : Though thou can'st swim! As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this?

And inakes my labours pleasures : O, she is Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moolle And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove calf? how does thine ague?

Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress Ste. Out o'the moon, I do assure thee; I was the man Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such baseness in the moon, when time was.

Had pe'er like executor. I forget : Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours ; My mistress shewed me thee, thy dog, and busk. Most busy-less, when I do it.

Ste. Comc, swear to that ; kiss the book: I will fur Enter Miranda ; and Prospero at a distance. nish it anon with new contents : swear.

Mir.

Alas, now ! pray you, Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow mon- Work not so hard : I would, the lightning had ster :-I afeard of hin?-a very weak monster :- The Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile! man i' the moon ?-a most poor credulous monster :- Pray, set it down, and rest you : when this burns, Well drawn, monster, in gond sooth.

'Twill weep for having wearied you : My father Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o' the island; Is hard at study ; pray now, rest yourself ; And kiss thy foot : I prythee, be my god.

He's safe for these three hours. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken Fer.

O most dear mistress, monster ; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. The sun will set, before I shall discharge

Cal. I'll kiss thy foot : I'll swear myself thy subject. What I must strive to do.
Ste. Come on then ; down, and swear.

Mir.

If you'll sit down, Trin I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy- I'll bear your logs the while : Pray, give me that ; headed monster: A most scurvy monster! I could find

I'll carry it to the pile. it in my heart to beat him, —

Fer.

No, precious creature: Ste. Corne, kiss.

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Trin--but that the poor monster's in drink: An Than you should such dishonour undergo, abominable monster!

While I sit lazy by. Col. I'll shew thee the best springs ; I'll pluck thee Mir.

It would become me, berries;

As weil as it does you : and I should do it I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.

With much more ease ; for my good will is to it, A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

And yours against. I'll bear him po more sticks, but follow thçe,

Pro.

Poor worm! thou art infected; Thou wondrous man.

This visitation shews it. Triin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder Mir.

You look wearily. lupa poor drinkar.

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