Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples,

As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate As amply, and unnecessarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

A chongh of as deep chat.

O, that you bore The mind that I do! what a sleep were this For your advancement! Do you understand me? Seb. Methinks, 1 do. Ant. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? Seb.

I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant. True: And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Much feater than before: My brother's servants Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Seb. But, for your conscience

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that ? if it were a kybe, "Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,

And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,

No better than the earth he lies upon,

If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,

Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.

Seb.
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one

stroke

Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;

And I the king shall love thee.

Ant.

Draw together: And when I rear my hand, do you the like, To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb.

O, but one word. They converse apart. Musick. Re-enter Ariel, invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger

That you, his friends, are in: and sends me forth, (For else his projects die,) to keep them living. [Sings in Gonzalo's ear.

While you here do snoring lie,
Open-ey'd conspiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

Gon. Now good angels, preserve the king!

[They wake.

Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn?

Alon.

Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Gon.
What's the matter?
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.
I heard nothing.
Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
Heard you this, Gonzalo ?
Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a hum-
ming,

Alon.

And that a strange one too, which did awake me: shak'd you, sir, and cri'd; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our wea pons.

Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further search

Lead away.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done. Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another Part of the Island. Enter Caliban, with a burden of Wood.

A noise of Thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, feus, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,

Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the

mire,

Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Ou: of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-ball: sometimes am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven

tongues,

Do hiss me into madness:-Lo! now! lo!
Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat,
Perchance he will not mind me.

A

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man? and his fins like arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose my opi nion, hold it no longer: this is no fish but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again : my best way is to creep under his gaberdine;

Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die ashore;

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral:

Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mal, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate:
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang:
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did

itch:

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. This a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. [Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me: O! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, whilst Stephano breathes at nostrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me : O!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather. Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle; if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him: he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Anon, I know it by thy trembling; Now Prosper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps

Ste. Pr'ythee do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

Cal. 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 did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither 7 swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague? 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 bush.

Ste. Come, swear to that: kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear. 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 kiss thy foot; I pr'ythee 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! could find in my heart to beat him,— Ste. Come, kiss.

1

Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink : An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll show 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,

Trin. A most ridiculous monster: to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

Trin. Stephano,

Ste. Doth thy other month call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: 1 will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trin. Stephano!-If thou beest Stephano,touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afeard;-thy good friend Trinculo.

Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow

And I with my long nails will dig thee pig

nuts;

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke-But art thou not drowned, Stephano?

SCENE I.

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

Before Prospero's Cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful; and 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 composed of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile thein up,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such

baseness

Had ne'er like executor. 1 forget

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;

Most busy-less when I do it.

Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance.
Mira.
Alas, now, pray you,
Work not so hard: I would, the light'ning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoined to
pile!

Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
"Twill weep for having wearied 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.

Mira.

If you'll sit down,

I'll bear your logs the while; 'Pray, give me

that;

When you are by at night. I do beseech you,
(Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,)
What is your name?
Mira.
Miranda :-O my father,
have broken your hest to say so!
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 liked 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

I do not know

Of every creature's best.
Mira.
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,
The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish
I am skill-less of; but, by my inodesty,
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
I therein do 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 to suffer The flesh-fly blow iny 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!

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! 1,
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.
Pro.
Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!
Fer.
Wherefore weep you?
Mira. 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 cun-
ning!

And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! am your wife, if you will marry me;

I

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.

And I thus humble ever. Mira.

My mistress, dearest,

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

[Exil.

SCENE II. Another Part of the Island. Enter Stephano and Trinculo; Caliban following with a Bottle.

Ste. Tell not me;-when the butt is ont, 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 brained like us, the state totters.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, 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 drowned his tongue lin sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me;