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And shew'd thee all the qualities o’the isle,
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
Of his bones are coral made ;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
A Lover's Speech.
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Caliban's Cuirses. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease ! His spirits hear me, And
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
Satire on English Curiosity. What have we here? a man or a fish? alive? A fish; he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish-like smell ; a kind of, not of the newest, PoorJohn. A strange fish!
Were 1 in England now (as 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.
I'll shew thee the best springs ; I'll pluck thee
thee Young sea-mells* from the rock.
* The sea-mell is pronounced by some commentators to be a species of sea gull. In the original text the word is “scamels.”
MIRANDA. Alas, now! pray you,
O most dear mistress,
will sit down
No, precious creature ;
should such dishonour undergo,
It would become me
PROSPERO. Poor worm! thou art infected ;
You look wearily. FERDINAND. 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? MIRANDA.
Miranda : -O
father, I have broke your hest* to say so !
* Disobeyed her father's injunctions.
Admired Miranda ! Indeed the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have eyed 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 liked several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,* And put it to the foil : But
I do not know
you, good friend,
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 speak; -The very
instant that I saw you, did