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peerless, are created
Of every creatureā€™s best! Miranda

I do not know
One of my sex; no womanā€™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 fatherā€™s precepts
I therein do forget.

Ferdinand

I am in my condition
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
I would, not so!ā ā€”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! I
Beyond all limit of what else iā€™ the world
Do love, prize, honour you.

Miranda

I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.

Prospero

Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between ā€™em!

Ferdinand 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,
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, Iā€™ll die your maid: to be your fellow
You may deny me; but Iā€™ll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.

Ferdinand

My mistress, dearest;
And I thus humble ever.

Miranda My husband, then? Ferdinand

Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage eā€™er of freedom: hereā€™s my hand.

Miranda

And mine, with my heart inā€™t: and now farewell
Till half an hour hence.

Ferdinand A thousand thousand! Exeunt Ferdinand and Miranda severally. Prospero

So glad of this as they I cannot be,
Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. Iā€™ll to my book,
For yet ere supper-time must I perform
Much business appertaining. Exit.

Scene II

Another part of the island.

Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo. Stephano Tell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board ā€™em. Servant-monster, drink to me. Trinculo Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They say thereā€™s but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if thā€™ other two be brained like us, the state totters. Stephano Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head. Trinculo Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. Stephano My man-monster hath drownā€™d his tongue in sack: 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. Trinculo Your lieutenant, if you list; heā€™s no standard. Stephano Weā€™ll not run, Monsieur Monster. Trinculo Nor go neither; but youā€™ll lie like dogs and yet say nothing neither. Stephano Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf. Caliban

How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.
Iā€™ll not serve him; heā€™s not valiant.

Trinculo Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster? Caliban Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord? Trinculo ā€œLordā€ quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural! Caliban Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee. Stephano Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you prove a mutineerā ā€”the next tree! The poor monsterā€™s my subject and he shall not suffer indignity. Caliban I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee? Stephano Marry, will I: kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. Enter Ariel, invisible. Caliban As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island. Ariel Thou liest. Caliban

Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou:
I would my valiant master would destroy thee!
I do not lie.

Stephano Trinculo, if you trouble him any more inā€™s tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. Trinculo Why, I said nothing. Stephano Mum, then, and no more. Proceed. Caliban

I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on himā ā€”for I know thou darest,
But this thing dare notā ā€”

Stephano Thatā€™s most certain. Caliban Thou shalt be lord of it and Iā€™ll serve thee. Stephano How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party? Caliban

Yea, yea, my lord: Iā€™ll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.

Ariel Thou liest; thou canst not. Caliban

What a pied ninnyā€™s this! Thou scurvy patch!
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows
And take his bottle from him: when thatā€™s gone
He shall drink nought but brine; for Iā€™ll not show him
Where the quick freshes are.

Stephano Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, Iā€™ll turn my mercy out oā€™ doors and make a stock-fish of thee. Trinculo Why, what did I? I did nothing. Iā€™ll go farther off. Stephano Didst thou not say he lied? Ariel Thou liest. Stephano Do I so? take thou that. Beats Trinculo. As you like this, give me the lie another time. Trinculo I did not give the lie. Out oā€™ your wits and hearing too? A pox oā€™ your bottle! this can sack and
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