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again. My best way is to creep under his Gaberdine:
There is no other Shelter hereabout; Misery acquaints a
Man with strange Bedfellows: I will here shrowd 'till the
Dregs of the Storm be paft.

Enter Stephano finging.

Ste. I shall no more to Sea, to Sea, here shall I die a-shore.

This is a very fcurvy Tune to fing at a Man's

Funeral: Well, here's my Comfort.

[Drinks.

Sings. The Master, the Swabber, the Boaiswain and I,

The Gunner, and his Mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian 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 Taylor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch.

Then to Sea, Boys, and let her go hang.

That is a scurvy Tune too:

But here's my Comfort.

Cal. Do not Torment me: Oh!

Ste. What's the Matter?

Have we Devils here?

[Drinks.

Do you put Tricks upon's with Salvages, and Men of Inde? ha? I have not scap'd drowning to be afraid now of your four Legs; for it hath been faid, as proper a Man as ever went on four Legs cannot make him give Ground; and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at Noftrils.

Cal. The Spirit torments me: Oh!

Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle, with four Legs; who has 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 Neats-Leather.

Cal. Do not Torment me, prethee: I'll bring my Wood home fafter.

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

for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that foundly.

2. Cal. Thou dost me yet but little Hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy Trembling: Now Profper 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 foundly: You cannot tell who's your Friend; open your Chaps again.

Tri. I should know that Voice:

It should be,

But he is drown'd; and these are Devil's; O! defend me.

Ste. Four Legs, and two Voices; a most delicate Monster: His forward Voice now is to speak of his Friend; his backward Voice is to utter foul Speeches, and to detract. If all the Wine in my Bottle will recover him, I will help his Ague: Come! Amen, I will pour some in thy other Mouth.

Tri. Stephano.

Ste. Doth thy other Mouth call me? Mercy! Mercy! This is a Devil, and no Monster: I will leave him; I have no long Spoon..

Tri. Stephano: If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; be not afraid, thy good Friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth, I'll pull thee by the leffer Legs: If any be Trinculo's Legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed: How cam'st thou to be the Siege of this Moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculo's!

Tri. I took him to be kill'd with a Thunder-stroke; but art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drown'd: Is the Storm over-blown? I hid me under the dead Moon-calf's Gaberdine, for fear of the Storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitanes scap'd? Ste. Prethee do not turn me about, my Stomack is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not Sprights: That's a brave God, and bears Celestial Liquor: I will kneel to him.

Ste. How did'st thou scape?

How

How cam'st thou hither?

Swear by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'd upon a Butt of Sack, which the Sailors heav'd o'er-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.

Tri. Swom a-shore, Man, like a Duck; I can fwim like a Duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the Book.

Though thou canst swim like a Duck, thou art made like a Goofe.

Tri. O Stephano, hast any more of this?

Ste. The whole Butt, Man; my Cellar is in a Rock by th' Sea-fide, where my Wine is hid:

How now, Moon-calf, how does thine Ague?

Cal. Haft thou not dropt from Heav'n?

Ste. Out o'th' Moon, I do assure thee. I was the Man in th' Moon when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her; and I do adore thee: My Mistress shew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush.

Ste. Come swear to that; kiss the Book: I will furnish it anon with the new Contents: Swear.

Tri. By this good Light, this is a very shallow Monster: I afraid of him? a very shallow Monster: The Man i'th' Moon?

A most poor credulous Monster:

Well drawn, Monster, in good footh.

Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile Inch o'th' Isle; and I will

kiss thy Foot: I prethee be my God.

Tri. By this Light, a most perfidious and drunken Mon

ster; when's God's asleep he'll rob his Bottle.

Cal. I'll kiss thy Foot. I'll swear my felf thy Subject.

Ste. Come on then: Down, and swear.

Tri. I shall laugh my felf to Death at this Puppy-headed Monster: A most scurvy Monster: I could find in my Heart to beat him.

Ste. Come, kiss.

Tri. But that the poor Monster's in drink:

An abominable Monster.

Cal. I'll shew thee the best Springs; I'll pluck thee Berries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee Wood enough.

OtA plague upon the Tyrant that I ferve; ret, I'll bear him no more Sticks, but follow thee, thou won drous Man.

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Tri. A most ridiculous Monster, to make a Wonder of a poor Drunkard.

Cal. I prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow, and I wil with my long Nails will dig thee Pig-nuts; show thee a Jay's Neft, and instruct thee how to snare the nimble Marmazet; I'll bring thee to clustring Filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee young Scamels from the Rock: Wilt thou go with me?

Ste. I prethee now lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our Company else being drown'd, we will inherit here; here, bear my Bottle; Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Caliban fings drunkenly.

Farewel, Master; farewel, farewel.

Tri. A howling Monster; a drunken Monster.
Cal. No more Dams I'll 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.

Freedom, hey-day, hey-day Freedom, Freedom, hey-day Freedom.

Ste. O brave Monster, lead the way.

ACT III. SCENE I.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.

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HERE

[Exeunt.

be some Sports are painful, and their Labour

Delight in them fets 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 Labours Pleasures: O she is

VOL. I.

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Ten times more gentle, than her Father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of Harsiness. I must remove
Some thousands of these Logs, and pile them up,
Upon a fore Injunction; my sweet Mistress
Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such Baseness
Had never like Executor; I forget;
But these sweet Thoughts do even refresh my Labours,
Most busie least, when I do it.

Enter Miranda, and Prospero at a Distance unseen.

Mira. Alas, now pray you,
Work not fo hard; I would the Lightning had
Burnt up those Logs that thou art enjoyn'd to pile :
Pray set it down, and rest you; when this burns
'Twill weep for having weary'd you; my Father
Is hard at Study, pray now rest your self,
He's fafe 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 fit down,

I'll bear your Logs the while. Pray give me that,
I'll carry it to the Pile.

Fer. No, precious Creature,

I had rather crack my Sinews, break my Back,
Than you should fuch Dishonor undergo,
While I fit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me,

'As well as it does you; and I should do it
With much more Eafe; for my good-will is to it,
And yours it is against.

Pro. Poor Worm, thou art infected,

This Visitation shews it.

Mira. You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble Mistress, 'tis fresh Morning with me,

When you are by at Night. I do befeech 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.

Fer. Admir'd Miranda,

Indeed the Top of Admiration, worth

What's