Cal. No more dams Ill make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring.

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;

'Ban 'Ban, Ca- Caliban,

Has a new Master

man

Get a new

Freedom, heyday! heyday, freedom! freedom!

freedom, hey-day, freedom!

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

ACT III. SCENE I.
Before PROSPERO'S Cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.
Fer. There be some sports are painful; but

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 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 ne'er like executor. I forget:

But

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my la

bours;

Most busy-less, when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSFERO at a distance.

Mir. 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 weary'd 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.

Mir. If you'll sit down,

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.

Mir. 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 against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation shews it.

Mir. 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?

Mir. Miranda. O my father,

I have broke your hest to say so!
VOL. I.

Fer. Admir'd Miranda!

1

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.

Mir. 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
Therein 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 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,

To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,

Am I this patient log-man.

Mir. 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.

Mir. I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.

Pro. Fair encounter

Of too most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them!

Fer. 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; 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; 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,

And I thus humble ever.

Mir. My husband then?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing

As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
Mir. And mine, with my heart in't: And now

[Exeunt FER. and MIR.

Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpriz'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.

[Exit.

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 totters.

Ste. Drink, servantmonster, 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 in his tail. Ste. My man monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me: 1 swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-andthirty 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.

\