CAL. (Aside). These be fine things an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him. STE. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved overboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore. CAL. I'll swear upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly. STE. Here: swear then, how thou escapedst. TRIN. Swam ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. CAL. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? STE. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was. CAL. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; my mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush. TRIN. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster.— I afeard of him!-a very weak monster.-The man i̇' the moon! a most poor credulous monster!-Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. CAL. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island; And I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god. TRIN. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster : when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. CAL. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject. TRIN. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,— STE. Come, kiss. TRIN. But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster ! CAL. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man. TRIN. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard! CAL. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Wilt thou go with me? STE. 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 bottle.Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. CAL. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. [Sings drunkenly. TRIN. A howling monster, a drunken monster. At requiring, Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, high-day! high-day, freedom! freedom! high-day, freedom! STE. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt. ACT III. Scene I.-Before PROSPERO's Cell. Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. FER. 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 work, and says such baseness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours, MIRA. Enter MIRANDA. Alas! now, pray you, Work not so hard: I would the lightning had O most dear mistress, If you'll sit down, FER. What I must strive to do. MIRA. I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that; it to the pile. I'll carry No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by. MIRA. As well as it does you It would become me and I should do it With much more ease; for my good will is to it, And yours it is against. You look wearily. FER. 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 ? MIRA. Miranda. O my father! Admir'd Miranda ! I have broke your hest to say so. FER. Indeed, the top of admiration; worth MIRA. 1 FER. 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 :- My heart fly to your service; there resides, To make me slave to it; and for your sake Am I this patient log-man. MIRA. Do you love me? FER. 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, MIRA. To weep at what I am glad of. PRO. (Aside). I am a fool Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them! FER. Wherefore weep you? MIRA. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! I am your wife, if you will marry me; FER. And I thus humble ever. MIRA. My mistress, dearest; My husband then? FER. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. MIRA. And mine, with my heart in 't and now farewell Till half an hour hence. FER. A thousand thousand! [Exeunt FER. and MIR. severally. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ACT III. Scene I.-LEONATO'S Garden. Enter HERO, MARGARET, and URSULA. Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse MAR. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently. HERO. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, As we do trace this alley up and down, Is sick in love with Beatrice. Enter BEATRICE, behind. Now begin; For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs [Exit. [They advance to the bower. No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful; URS. But are you sure That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely? HERO. So says the prince, and my new-trothed lord. URS. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam ? HERO. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it; But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick, To wish him wrestle with affection, And never to let Beatrice know of it. |