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A C T III..
SCENE, before Prospero's Cell..
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log..

FER D-I NAN Dó
Here be some sports are painful, but their labour -

Delight in them fets off: some kinds of baseneis
Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean tak wou'd be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious : but
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures : Q, she is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;:
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must move
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injuncion. My sweet mistress.
Weeps, when she sees me work, and says, such baseness.
Had ne'er like executer ; I forget ;.
But these sweet thoughts do ev’n refresh my labour,
Most busy-less, when I do it: (20-)

Eniter Miranda ; and Prospero, at, a distance unseen.

Mira Alas, now pray you,
Work nor fo hard; I would the lightning had
Burn’t up those logs, that thou'rt enjain'd to pile :
Pray, set it down and rest you; when this burns,
''Twill weep

for having wearied you i my father,
Is hard at ftudy, pray now, rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours.

(20) Leaft busy when I do it.] This reading, I presume, to be Mr. Pope's; for I do not find it authoriz’d by the copies : The two firft folio's read;

M} busy leafl, when I do it. 'Tis true, this reading. is corrupt; hut the corruption is so very little remov'd from the truth of the text, that I can't afford to think well af.iny own fagacity for having discover'd it,

Fers.

When

Fer. O most dear mistress,
The fun 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't to the pile.

Fer. No, precious creature,
l'ad rather crack my snews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While' I sit lazy by:

Mira. 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 its
And yours it is against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected ;
This visitation Mews it.

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

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

Mira. Miranda. O my father,
I've broke

your heft to say so.
Fer, Admir'd Miranda!
Indeed, the top of admirarion ; worth
What's deareft to the world! full many a Lady
P've ey'd with best regard, and many a time
Th’harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues.
Have I lik'd fev'ral women, never any
With so full soul, but fome defect in her
Did qua rel with the nobleft

grace

the ou'd,
And put it to the foil. But you, you,
So periect, and fo peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Mira. I do not know
One of my fex i no woman's face remember,
Save from my glass mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friends

, And my dear father; how features are abroad,

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I'm skilless of ; but, by my modefty,
(The jewel in my dower) I would not willi
Any companion in the world. but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Befides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts.
Is therein do forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition,
A Prince, Miranda; I do think, a King;
(I. would, not io!) and would no more enduro
This wooden ilavery, than I would sufer
The fesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak;
The
very

instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service, there resides To make me flave to it, and for your

fake Am I this patient log-man.

Mira. Do you love me?

Fer. O heav'n, O earth, bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I profefs with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What belt is boaded me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else i' th?' world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

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

Pro: Fair encounter
Of two inost rare affections ! heav'ns rain gracęy.
On that which breeds between 'em!

Fex. 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 thews. Hence, bashful cunning
And prompt me plain and holy innocence.
I am your wise, if you will marry me ;
If not, I'll die

your

maid : You may deny me; but I'll be

your Whether you will or no. Fer. My mistress, dearest,

Mirfram. And I thus humble ever.,

: to be your fellow

servant,

Mira. My husband then ?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom ; here's my hand.

Mira. Acd mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel,
Till half an hour hence,
Fer. A thousand, thousand.

[Excunt. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpriz'd withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. l'll to my book ; For yet, ere fupper-time muft- I perform Much bufiness appertaining.

[Exit. SCENE changes to another part of the Ifand.

Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Tripculo.
CELL not me; when the butt is out, we will

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bear to me.

up, and board 'em, servant monfter (21); drink

(**). Sermont-monfer.] The part of Caliban has been estrem'd a ágnal inftance of the copiousness of Shakespeare's invention ; and that he had thewn an extent of genius, in creating a person which was not in nature.

And for this, as well as his oiber magical and ideal characters, a just admiration has been paid him. I can't help taking notice, on this occasion, of the virulence of Ben Johnson, who, in the induction to his Barriemew Fair, has endeavour id to thro:* dirt, not only at this single character, but at this whole day. "If

there be never a fervane mcrfter in the fair, who can help it, (he " says,) nor a neft of anticks ?' He is loto to make nature afraid in

his plays, like those that beget tales, tempefts, and such like drolle" beries, to mix his head with other mens heels." Shakespeare, as the tradition runs, was the perfon who first brought Juhnfin upon the stage ; and this is the stab we and given in requiial for such a tervice, when his benefactor was retreated from the icene, A circumsance, that ftrangely aggravates the ingratitude. But this furly faucineis was familiar with Ben,; when the publick were ever out of humour at his performances, he would revenge ji oni them, by being out of humour with those pieces which had best pleas'd them.

-I'll only add, that his conduet in this was very contradictory to his cooler proo s frons, “ that it men would impartially look towards the offices and " functions of a Poet, they would eafiy conclude to themselves the "? impesibility of any man's being the good Poet, withour first being a good man,

Tara

Trin, Servant monster! the folly of this issand! thay fay, there's but five upon this ide; we are three of thein,. if the other two be brain'd like us, the state totters.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy cyes are almost fer in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be set eller he were a brave monster indeed, if tbey were set in his tail.

Sie. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in fack: 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 lift; he's no ftandarch Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.

Trin, Nor go neither: but you'll lye like dogs, and yet fay 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 Thoe ;; I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou. liest, most ignorant monfter, I am in case to justle a constable; why, thou debosh'd fish thou, was there ever a man a coward that hath drunk fo much fack, as [, to-day! wilt thou tell a monstrous lye, being buţ half a fish, and half a monster.

Cal. Lo, how he moeks me: wilt thoulethim my Lord!

Trin. Lord, quoth he! that a monster should be such a natural!

Cal. Lo, lo, again; bite him to death, I pr'ýthee.

Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head ; if you prove a mutineer; the next treenathe poor mon Iter's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

Cali I thank my noble Lord. Wils thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Sie. Marry, will 1; kneel and repeat it, I will ftand, and so fhall Trincula.

Enter Ariel invisible. Çal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a forcerer,that byhis cunning hath cheated me of the islande

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