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They fell together all, as by consent; They droppd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian?-0, what might?--No more:-And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee:

and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head.

CALIBAN'S CURSES, All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prospero fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid them; but For every trifle are they set upon me: Sometimes like apes, that moe* and chatter at me, And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, Do hiss me into madness: Lo! now! lo! Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, For bringing wood in slowly; I'll fall flat: Perchance he will not mind me,


Were I in England now (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver; there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.

CALIBAN'S PROMISES. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee bere

ries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough, A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

* Make mouths,

t'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 bases 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 PROSPÉRO 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 weăried 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

* Sea-gulls.

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?


my father,
I have broke your best* 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 lik d 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 abroad,
I am skill-less 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,

* Command. Own'd.

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

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 I would suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth, -Hear my soul


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.


love me?
Fer. O heaven, 0 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, 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 mire 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

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As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my

hand. Mira. Ånd 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
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 founder'd,

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.

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