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f'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wond'rous man.
I pr’ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And 'I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee
To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee
Young sea-mells* from the rock.



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: 0, 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 Weeps when she sees me work: and says, such base.


Had ne'er like executor. I 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 lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoined to pile
Pray, sit 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.

O most dear mistress,
The sun will set, before I shall discharge,
What I must strive to do.

If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while: Pray give me that

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I'll carry it to the pile.

No, precious creature:
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.

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.

Poor worm' thou art infected;
This visitation shows it.

You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with

When you are by at night. I do beseech you,
(Chiefly, that I might set it in your prayers,)
What is your name?

Miranda :-O my father,
I have broke your hest* to say so!

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 likod several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,t
And put it to the foil: But you, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

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 åbroad, I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty, (The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish Àny companion in the world but you; Nor can imagination form a shape, * Command.

f Own'd.

I am,

Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein forget.


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, llear my sou

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.

Do you love me?
Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I prosess 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.

I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of.

Fair encounter
Of too most rare affections! Heaven s rain grace
On that which breeds between them!

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 shows. 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.

My mistress, dearest
And I thus humble ever.

My husband then?
Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing

* Whatsoever


As bondage e'er of freedom: here's


hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't; And now

farewell, Till half an hour hence. Fer.

A thousand! thousand!

0, it is monstrous! monstrous !
Methought, the billows spoke and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Prosper.

If thou dost break her virgin knot before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minister'd,
No sweet aspersion* shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
That you shall hate it both.

As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worser genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into lust; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think, or Phæbus' steeds are founderåd,
Or night kept chain'd below.

Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i’ the blood: be more abstemious
Or else, good night, your vow!

These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

* Sprinkling.

Are melted into air, into thin air
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherits shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, *
Leave not a rackt behind: We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little lif:
Is rounded with a sleep.


I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project; Then I beat my tabor, At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their

ears, Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses, As they smelt music; so I charm’d their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and

thorns, Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them l' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins.


Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall.



His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eavest, of reeds. COMPASSION AND CLEMENCY SUPERIOR TO REVENGE.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,

* Vanished.

† A body of clouds in motion; but it is most probable that the author wrote track.

# Thatch.

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