Young seamews from the rock. Wilt thou go with
me?
STEFANO I prithee now, lead the way without any more talking.—Trinculo, the King and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here.—Here, bear my bottte.—Fettow Trinculo, we’ll fill him by and by again.
CALIBAN (sings drunkenly) Farewell, master, farewell, farewell!
TRINCULO A howling monster, a drunken monster!
CALIBAN (sings)
No more dams I’ll make for fish,
Nor fetch in firing
At requiring,
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish.
’Ban, ’ban, Cacaliban
Has a new master.—Get a new man!
Freedom, high-day! High-day, freedom! Freedom, highday,
freedom!
STEFANO O brave monster! Lead the way.
Exeunt
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3.1 Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log
FERDINAND
There be some sports are painful, and 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 odious, but
The mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead,
And makes my labours pleasures. O, 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
baseness
Had never like executor. I forget,
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
Most busil’est when I do it.
Enter Miranda, and Prospero following at a distance
MIRANDA
Alas now, pray you
Work not so hard. I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile.
Pray set it down, and rest you. When this burns
’Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study. Pray now, rest yourself.
He’s safe for these three hours.
FERDINAND
O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
MIRANDA
If you’ll sit down
I’ll bear your logs the while. Pray give me that;
I’ll carry it to the pile.
FERDINAND
No, precious creature.
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo
While I sit lazy by.
MIRANDA
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 it is against.
PROSPERO (aside)
Poor worm, thou art infected.
This visitation shows it.
MIRANDA (to Ferdinand) 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 my father,
I have broke your best to say so!
FERDINAND
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
Th’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 you, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature’s best.
MIRANDA
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 skilless 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
Besides yourself to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father’s precepts
I therein do forget.
FERDINAND
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 to suffer
The flesh-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 slave to it. And for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.
MIRANDA
Do you love me?
FERDINAND
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!
Beyond all limit of what else i’th’ world,
Do love, prize, honour you.
MIRANDA (weeping)
I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
PROSPERO (aside)
Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between ’em.
FERDINAND (to Miranda)
Wherefore weep you?
MIRANDA
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