But hee is dround; and these are diuels; O de
fend
me.
Ste.
Foure legges and two voyces; a most delicate
Monster: his
forward voyce now is to speake well of
his friend; his backward
voice, is to vtter foule speeches,
and to detract: if all the
wine in my bottle will recouer
[1100]
him, I will helpe his Ague:
Come: Amen, I will
poure some in thy other mouth.
Tri.
Stephano.
Ste.
Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy:
This is a diuell,
and no Monster: I will leaue him, I
[1105]
haue no long Spoone.
Tri.
Stephano: if thou beest
Stephano, touch me, and
speake to me: for I am
Trinculo; be not afeard, thy
good friend
Trinculo.
Ste.
If thou bee'st
Trinculo: come forth: I'le pull
[1110]
thee by the lesser legges: if any be o'
Trinculo's legges,
these are they: Thou art very
Trinculo indeede: how
cam'st thou to be
the siege of this Moone‑calfe? Can
he vent
Trinculo's?
Tri.
I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder‑strok; but
[1115]
art
thou not dround
Stephano: I hope now thou art
not dround: Is the Storme ouer‑blowne? I hid mee
vnder the dead Moone‑Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of
the Storme: And art thou liuing
Stephano? O
Stephano,
two
Neapolitanes scap'd?
Ste.
[1120]
'Prethee doe not turne me about, my stomacke
is not
constant.
Cal.
These be fine things, and if they be not sprights:
that's a
braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will
kneele to
him.
Ste.
[1125]
How did'st thou scape?
How cam'st thou hither?
Sweare by
this Bottle how thou cam'
st hither: I escap'd
vpon a But
of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o're‑
boord, by this
Bottle which I made of the barke of
[1130]
a Tree, with mine owne
hands, since I was cast a'shore.
Cal.
I'le sweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true sub
iect,
for the liquor is not earthly.
St.Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dstTri.
Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swim
[1135]
like a Ducke I'le be
sworne.
Ste.
Here, kisse the Booke.
Though thou canst swim like a Ducke, thou
art made
like a Goose.
Tri.
O
Stephano, ha'st any more of this?
Ste.
[1140]
The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke
by th'
sea‑side, where my Wine is hid:
How now
Moone‑Calfe, how do's thine Ague?
Cal.
Ha'st thou not dropt from heauen?
Ste.
Out o'th Moone I doe assure thee. I was
[1145]
the Man ith' Moone, when
time was.
Cal.
I haue seene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:
My Mistris
shew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush.
Ste.
Come, sweare to that: kisse the Booke: I will
furnish it anon
with new Contents: Sweare.
Tri.
[1150]
By this good light, this is a very shallow Mon
ster: I
afeard of him? a very weake Monster:
The Man ith' Moone?A most poore creadulous Monster:Well drawne Monster, in good sooth.Cal.
Ile shew thee euery fertill ynch 'oth Island: and
[1155]
I will kisse
thy foote: I prethee be my god.
Tri.
By this light, a most perfidious, and drunken
Monster, when's
god's a sleepe he'll rob his Bottle.
Cal.Ile kisse thy foot, Ile sweare my selfe thy Subiect Ste.Come on then: downe and sweare.Tri.
[1160]
I shall laugh my selfe to death at this
puppi‑hea
ded Monster: a most scuruie Monster: I
could finde in
my heart to beate him.
Ste.Come, kisse.Tri.But that the poore Monster's in drinke:
[1165]
An abhominable Monster.Cal.I'le shew thee the best Springs: I'le plucke theeBerries: I'le fish for thee; and get thee wood enough.A plague vpon the Tyrant that I serue;I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou
wondrous
man.
Tri.
[1170]
A most rediculous Monster, to make a wonder of
a poore
drunkard.
Cal.
I'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;
and I with my long
nayles will digge thee pig‑nuts;
show thee a Iayes nest,
and instruct thee how to snare
[1175]
the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring
thee to clustring
Philbirts, and sometimes I'le get thee young
Scamels
from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?
Ste.
I pre'thee now lead the way without any more
talking.
Trinculo, the King, and all our company else
[1180]
being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my
Bottle: Fellow
Trinculo; we'll fill him
by and by a
No more dams I'le make for fish,Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish,Ban' ban' Cacalyban Has a new Master, get a new Man.
[1190]
Freedome, high‑day, high‑day freedome, freedome
high‑
day, freedome.
Ste.O braue Monster; lead the way.Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scœna Prima.
[Act 3, Scene 1]
Enter Ferdinand (bearing a
Log.)
Fer.There be some Sports are painfull; & their laborDelight in them set off: Some kindes of basenesseAre nobly vndergon; and most poore matters
[1195]
Point to rich ends: this my meane TaskeWould be as heauy to me, as odious, butThe Mistris which I serue, quickens what's dead,And makes my labours, pleasures: O She isTen times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
[1200]
And he's compos'd of harshnesse. I must remoueSome thousands of these Logs, and pile them vp,Vpon a sore iniunction; my sweet MistrisWeepes when she sees me worke, & saies, such basenessHad neuer like Executor: I forget:
[1205]
But these sweet thoughts, doe euen refresh my labours,Most busie lest, when I doe it.Enter Miranda
and Prospero.
Mir.Alas, now pray youWorke not so hard: I would the lightning hadBurnt vp those Logs that you are enioynd to pile:
[1210]
Pray set it downe, and rest you: when this burnes'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you: my FatherIs hard at study; pray now rest your selfe, He's
Actus Tertius. Scœna Prima.
[Act 3, Scene 1]
Enter Ferdinand (bearing a
Log.)
Fer.There be some Sports are painfull; & their laborDelight in them set off: Some kindes of basenesseAre nobly vndergon; and most poore matters
[1195]
Point to rich ends: this my meane TaskeWould be as heauy to me, as odious, butThe Mistris which I serue, quickens what's dead,And makes my labours, pleasures: O She isTen times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
[1200]
And he's compos'd of harshnesse. I must remoueSome thousands of these Logs, and pile them vp,Vpon a sore iniunction; my sweet MistrisWeepes when she sees me worke, & saies, such basenessHad neuer like Executor: I forget:
[1205]
But these sweet thoughts, doe euen refresh my labours,Most busie lest, when I doe it.Enter Miranda
and Prospero.
Mir.Alas, now pray youWorke not so hard: I would the lightning hadBurnt vp those Logs that you are enioynd to pile:
[1210]
Pray set it downe, and rest you: when this burnes'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you: my FatherIs hard at study; pray now rest your selfe,He's safe for these three houres.Fer.O most deere Mistris
[1215]
The Sun will set before I shall dischargeWhat I must striue to do.Mir.If you'l sit downeIle beare your Logges the while: pray giue me that,Ile carry it to the pile.Fer.
[1220]
No precious Creature,I had rather cracke my sinewes, breake my backe,Then you should such dishonor vndergoe,While I sit lazy by.Mir.It would become me
[1225]
As well as it do's you; and I should do itWith much more ease: for my good will is to it,And yours it is against.Pro.Poore worme thou art infected,This visitation shewes it.Mir.
[1230]
You looke wearily.Fer.No, noble Mistris, 'tis fresh morning with meWhen you are by at night: I do beseech youCheefely, that I might set it in my prayers,What is your name?Mir.
[1235]
Miranda, O my Father,
I haue broke your hest to say so.Fer.Admir'd
Miranda,
Indeede the top of Admiration, worthWhat's deerest to the world: full many a Lady
[1240]
I haue ey'd with best regard, and many a timeTh'harmony of their tongues, hath into bondageBrought my too diligent eare: for seuerall vertuesHaue I lik'd seuerall women, neuer anyWith so full soule, but some defect in her
[1245]
Did quarrell with the noblest grace she ow'd,And put it to the foile. But you, O you,So perfect, and so peerlesse, are createdOf euerie Creatures best.Mir.I do not know
[1250]
One of my sexe; no womans face remembe
,
Saue from my glasse, mine owne: Nor haue I seeneMore that I may call men, then you good friend,And my deere Father: how features are abroadI am skillesse of; but by my modestie
[1255]
(The iewell in my dower) I would not wishAny Companion in the world but you:Nor can imagination forme a shapeBesides your selfe, to like of: but I prattleSomething too wildely, and my Fathers precepts
[1260]
I therein do forget.Fer.I am, in my conditionA Prince (
Miranda) I do thinke a King
(I would not so) and would no more endureThis wodden slauerie, then to suffer
[1265]
The flesh‑flie blow my mouth: heare my soule speake.The verie instant that I saw you, didMy heart flie to your seruice, there residesTo make me slaue to it, and for your sakeAm I this patient Logge‑man.Mir.
[1270]
Do you loue me?Fer.O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this sound,And crowne what I professe with kinde euentIf I speake true: if hollowly, inuertWhat best is boaded me, to mischiefe: I,
[1275]
Beyond all limit of what else i'th worldDo loue, prize, honor you.Mir.I am a fooleTo weepe at what I am glad of.Pro.Faire encounter
[1280]
Of two most rare affections: heauens raine graceOn that which breeds betweene 'em.Fer.VVherefore weepe you?Mir.At mine vnworthinesse, that dare not offerVVhat I desire to giue; and much lesse take
[1285]
VVhat I shall die to want: But this is trifling,And all the more it seekes to hide it selfe,The bigger bulke it shewes. Hence bashfull cunning,And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.I am your wife, if you will marrie me;
[1290]
If not, Ile die your maid: to be your fellowYou may denie me, but Ile be your seruantVVhether you will or no.Fer.My Mistris (deerest)And I thus humble euer.Mir.
[1295]
My husband then?Fer.I, with a heart as willingAs bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand.Mir.And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewelTill halfe an houre hence.Fer.
[1300]
A thousand, thousand.Exeunt.Pro.So glad of this as they I cannot be,VVho are surpriz'd with all; but my reioycingAt nothing can be more: Ile to my booke,For yet ere supper time, must I performe
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<l n="1204">Had neuer like Executor: I forget:</l>
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<l n="1207">Alas, now pray you</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-fer">
<speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
<l n="1214">O most deere Mistris</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-mir">
<speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
<l n="1217">If you'l sit downe</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-fer">
<speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
<l n="1220">No precious Creature,</l>
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<l n="1223">While I sit lazy by.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-mir">
<speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
<l n="1224">It would become me</l>
<l n="1225">As well as it do's you; and I should do it</l>
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<l n="1227">And yours it is against.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-pro">
<speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
<l n="1228">Poore worme thou art infected,</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-mir">
<speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
<l n="1230">You looke wearily.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-fer">
<speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
<l n="1231">No, noble Mistris, 'tis fresh morning with me</l>
<l n="1232">When you are by at night: I do beseech you</l>
<l n="1233">Cheefely, that I might set it in my prayers,</l>
<l n="1234">What is your name?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-mir">
<speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
<l n="1235">
<hi rend="italic">Miranda</hi>, O my Father,</l>
<l n="1236">I haue broke your hest to say so.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-fer">
<speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
<l n="1237">Admir'd<hi rend="italic">Miranda</hi>,</l>
<l n="1238">Indeede the top of Admiration, worth</l>
<l n="1239">What's deerest to the world: full many a Lady</l>
<l n="1240">I haue ey'd with best regard, and many a time</l>
<l n="1241">Th'harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage</l>
<l n="1242">Brought my too diligent eare: for seuerall vertues</l>
<l n="1243">Haue I lik'd seuerall women, neuer any</l>
<l n="1244">With so full soule, but some defect in her</l>
<l n="1245">Did quarrell with the noblest grace she ow'd,</l>
<l n="1246">And put it to the foile. But you, O you,</l>
<l n="1247">So perfect, and so peerlesse, are created</l>
<l n="1248">Of euerie Creatures best.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-mir">
<speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
<l n="1249">I do not know</l>
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<l n="1251">Saue from my glasse, mine owne: Nor haue I seene</l>
<l n="1252">More that I may call men, then you good friend,</l>
<l n="1253">And my deere Father: how features are abroad</l>
<l n="1254">I am skillesse of; but by my modestie</l>
<l n="1255">(The iewell in my dower) I would not wish</l>
<l n="1256">Any Companion in the world but you:</l>
<l n="1257">Nor can imagination forme a shape</l>
<l n="1258">Besides your selfe, to like of: but I prattle</l>
<l n="1259">Something too wildely, and my Fathers precepts</l>
<l n="1260">I therein do forget.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-fer">
<speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
<l n="1261">I am, in my condition</l>
<l n="1262">A Prince (<hi rend="italic">Miranda</hi>) I do thinke a King</l>
<l n="1263">(I would not so) and would no more endure</l>
<l n="1264">This wodden slauerie, then to suffer</l>
<l n="1265">The flesh‑flie blow my mouth: heare my soule speake.</l>
<l n="1266">The verie instant that I saw you, did</l>
<l n="1267">My heart flie to your seruice, there resides</l>
<l n="1268">To make me slaue to it, and for your sake</l>
<l n="1269">Am I this patient Logge‑man.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-mir">
<speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
<l n="1270">Do you loue me?</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-fer">
<speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
<l n="1271">O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this sound,</l>
<l n="1272">And crowne what I professe with kinde euent</l>
<l n="1273">If I speake true: if hollowly, inuert</l>
<l n="1274">What best is boaded me, to mischiefe: I,</l>
<l n="1275">Beyond all limit of what else i'th world</l>
<l n="1276">Do loue, prize, honor you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-mir">
<speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
<l n="1277">I am a foole</l>
<l n="1278">To weepe at what I am glad of.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-pro">
<speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
<l n="1279">Faire encounter</l>
<l n="1280">Of two most rare affections: heauens raine grace</l>
<l n="1281">On that which breeds betweene 'em.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-fer">
<speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
<l n="1282">VVherefore weepe you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-mir">
<speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
<l n="1283">At mine vnworthinesse, that dare not offer</l>
<l n="1284">VVhat I desire to giue; and much lesse take</l>
<l n="1285">VVhat I shall die to want: But this is trifling,</l>
<l n="1286">And all the more it seekes to hide it selfe,</l>
<l n="1287">The bigger bulke it shewes. Hence bashfull cunning,</l>
<l n="1288">And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.</l>
<l n="1289">I am your wife, if you will marrie me;</l>
<l n="1290">If not, Ile die your maid: to be your fellow</l>
<l n="1291">You may denie me, but Ile be your seruant</l>
<l n="1292">VVhether you will or no.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-fer">
<speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
<l n="1293">My Mistris (deerest)</l>
<l n="1294">And I thus humble euer.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-mir">
<speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
<l n="1295">My husband then?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-fer">
<speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
<l n="1296">I, with a heart as willing</l>
<l n="1297">As bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-mir">
<speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
<l n="1298">And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel</l>
<l n="1299">Till halfe an houre hence.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-fer">
<speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
<l n="1300">A thousand, thousand.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tem-pro">
<speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
<l n="1301">So glad of this as they I cannot be,</l>
<l n="1302">VVho are surpriz'd with all; but my reioycing</l>
<l n="1303">At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke,</l>
<l n="1304">For yet ere supper time, must I performe</l>
<l n="1305">Much businesse appertaining.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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