Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; At requiring, Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, 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; and their labor 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 odious; but The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labors 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 them up, Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress We eeps when she sees me work; and says, such baseness Had ne'er like executor. I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors; Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Alas, now! pray you, Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had Fer. Mira. O most dear mistress, If you'll sit down, Pray, give me that; I'll bear your logs the while: Fer. No, precious creature; I'd rather crack my sinews, break my back, Mira. It would become me As well as it does you: and I should do it Pro. This visitation shows it. Mira. 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? Mira. Miranda:-O my father, I have broke your hest to say so! Admired Miranda! Fer. I do not know Mira. I am skilless of; but, by my modesty, (The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish Fer. I am, in my condition, Hear my soul speak : The very instant that I saw you, did 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! I, Mira. I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of. Pro. Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunnir 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. [Ext. 3. 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 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. Se. 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. 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. Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case 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 tree The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to 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; a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of this island. Ari. Thou liest. Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou! I would, my valiant master would destroy thee: I do not lie. Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, will I supplant some of your teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing. Ste. Mum then, and no more. -[To CALIBAN.] Proceed. Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle: From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him-for, I know thou dar'st; But this thing dare not Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How, now, shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party? Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not. Cal. What a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy patch!-1 do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, And take his bottle from him: when that's gone, He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him Where the quick freshes are. Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster, one word further, and by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee. Trin Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off. Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied? Ari. Thou liest. Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time. Trin. I did not give the lie:-Out o' your wits, and hearing too?A pox o' your bottle! this can sack, and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers! Cal. Ha, ha, ha! Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee stand further off. Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, I'll beat him too. |