Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; Nor fetch in firing At requiring. Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; 'Ban 'Ban, Ca Caliban, Has a new Master man Get a new Freedom, heyday! hey-day, freedom! freedom! 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; but their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness : The Mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, Had ne'er like executer. I forget: But But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my la bours; Most busy-less, when I do it. Enter MIRANDA; and PROSFERO at a distance. Mir. Alas, now! pray you, Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had Fer. O most dear Mistress, The sun will set, before I shall discharge Mir. If you'll sit 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, While I sit lazy by. Mir. 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. Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shews it. Mir. 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? Mir. Miranda. O my father, I have broke your hest to say so! VOL. I. Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady 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, I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty, Besides yourself, to like of: But I prattle 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. speak; Hear my soul The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides, Mir. 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, Beyond all limit of what else i' the world, Mir. I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of. Pro. Fair encounter Of too most rare affections! Heavens rain On that which breeds between them! grace 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 shews. Hence, bashful cunning; Fer. My Mistress, dearest, 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 farewel, 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 surpriz'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere supper time, must I perform SCENE II. Another part of the island. [Exit. 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 brain'd 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. Stė. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me: 1 swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-andthirty leagues, off and on, by this light. Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; standard. Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. he's no 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. |