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 skilless 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 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

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Trin.

Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They say there's but five upon this isle; we are three of them; if th' other two be brain'd like us, the state totters.

ΙΟ

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 drown'd 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

Do you love me?

Mir.
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, honor you.

Mir.

I am a fool

To weep at what I am glad of.

Pros.

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Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections. Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!
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 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.

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 farewell

Till half an hour hence. Fer.

A thousand thousand! [Exeunt Fer, and Mir, severally. Pros. So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book, For yet ere supper-time must I perform Much business appertaining.

[Exit.

SCENE II. Another part of the island. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO. 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.

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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 honor? Let me lick thy shoe.

I'll not serve him: he's not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to jostle 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 prithee.

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 to 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 sorceror, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou liest; thou canst not.

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Cal. What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!

I 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 o' doors and make a stock-fish of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.

Ste. Ari.

Didst thou not say he lied? Thou liest.

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Ste.

Stand farther. Come, proceed. Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,

I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,

Having first seized his books, or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his weasand with thy knife. Remember
First to possess his books; for without them 100
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command: they all do hate him
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books.
He has brave utensils,-for so he calls them,-
Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal.
And that most deeply to consider is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam and she;
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax
As great'st does least.

Ste. Is it so brave a lass? Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant, and bring thee forth brave brood. Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen,-save our graces-and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.

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Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep:
Wilt thou destroy him then?
Ste.
Ay, on mine honor.
Ari. This will I tell my master.
Cal. Thou makest me merry; I am full of
pleasure:

Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
You taught me but while-ere?

Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.

Cal. Be not afeard: the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then, in dream-
ing,

The clouds methought would open and show riches

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Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. Cal. When Prospero is destroyed. Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story.

Trin. The sound is going away; let's follow it, and after do our work.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would

I could see this taborer; he lays it on. 160 Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. Another part of the island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,

I needs must rest me.
Alon.
Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd
Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. 10
Ant. [Aside to Seb.] I am right glad that he's
so out of hope.

Do not. for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolved to effect.

Seb. Aside to Ant.] The next advantage Will we take throughly.

Ant. [Aside to Seb.] Let it be to-night; For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance As when they are fresh.

Seb. [Aside to Ant.] I say, to-night: no more. [Solemn and strange music. Alon. What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!

Gon. Marvellous sweet music!

Enter PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter sev eral strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; | they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, &c., to eat, they depart.

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What

were these? Seb.

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A living drollery. Now I will believe
That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoe.
At this hour reigning there.
[nix
Ant.
I'll believe both;
And what does else want credit, come to me,
And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did
Though fools at home condemn 'em. [lie,
Gon.
If in Naples
I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should I saw such islanders-
say,
For, certes, these are people of the island- 30
Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet,
note,

Their manners are more gentle-kind than of
Our human generation you shall find
Many, nay, almost

Pres.

any. Aside Honest lord, [ent Thou hast said well; for some of you there presAre worse than devils.

Although they want the use of tongue, a kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
[side] Praise in departing.
Fran. They vanish'd strangely.
Seb.
No matter, since 40
They have left their viands behind; for we have
stomachs.

Will't please you taste of what is here?
A lon.

Not I.

Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,

Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em

Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find

Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
Good warrant of.

Alon.
I will stand to and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand to and do as we.

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Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, That hath to instrument this lower world And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up you, and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; And even with such-like valor, men hang and drown Their proper

selves.

[Alon., Seb, &c., draw their swords. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of Fate: the elements,

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Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish stabs
One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-minis-
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt, ters
Your swords are now too massy for your
strengths

And will not be uplifted. But remember-
For that's my business to you-that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero; 70
Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,

Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the crea-

tures,

Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me:
Lingering perdition, worse than any death
Can be at once, shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose wraths to guard
you from-

Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads- is nothing but heart-sorrow
And a clear life ensuing.

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He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music,
enter the Shapes again, and dance, with
mocks and mows, and carrying out the table.
Pros. Bravely the figure of this harpy has, thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done. My high charms
work,

And these my enemies are all knit up
In their distractions; they now are in my power,
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Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is
drown'd,

And his and mine loved darling. [Exit above.
Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why
stand you
In this strange stare?
Alon.
O, 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, pronounced
The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
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I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
And with him there lie muddel.
[Exit.
Seb.
But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.
Ant.

I'll be thy second. [Exeunt Scb. and Ant. Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,

Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly
And hinder them from what this ecstasy
May now provoke them to.
Adr.

Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt.
ACT IV.

SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. Pros. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends, for I

Pros. Ay, with a twink. Ari. Before you can say 'come' and 'go,' And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,' Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mow. Do you love me, master? no? Pros. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not Till thou dost hear me call. [approach Ari.

Well, I conceive. [Exit. 50 Pros. 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! Fer. I warrant you, sir; The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardor of my liver.

Pros.

Well.

Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly! No tongue! all eyes! be silent. [Soft music.

Enter IRIS.

Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease; And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom-groves,

Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky hard, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; Where thou thyself dost air,-the queen o' the sky,

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Whose watery arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign
grace,

Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain.
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Enter CERES.

Cer. Hail, many-color'd messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown 80
My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down;
Rich scarf to my proud earth, why hath thy queen
Summon'd me hither to this short-grass'd green?
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate;
And some donation freely to estate
On the blest lovers.