The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tempest.
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¶Ile beare your Logges the while: pray giue me that,
¶Ile carry it to the pile.
¶Fer. No precious Creature,
1265I had rather cracke my sinewes, breake my backe,
¶While I sit lazy by.
¶Mir. It would become me
¶As well as it do's you; and I should do it
1270With much more ease: for my good will is to it,
¶And yours it is against.
¶Pro. Poore worme thou art infected,
¶Mir. You looke wearily.
¶When y ou are by at night: I do beseech you
¶Cheefely, that I might set it in my prayers,
¶What is your name?
¶Mir. Miranda, O my Father,
¶Fer. Admir'd Miranda,
¶Indeede the top of Admiration, worth
¶What's deerest to the world: full many a Lady
¶I haue ey'd with best regard, and many a time
1285Th'harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage
¶Brought my too diligent eare: for seuerall vertues
¶Haue I lik'd seuerall women, neuer any
1290And put it to the foile. But you, O you,
¶Of euerie Creatures best.
¶Mir. I do not know
¶One of my sexe; no womans face remember,
¶More that I may call men, then you good friend,
¶And my deere Father: how features are abroad
¶(The iewell in my dower) I would not wish
1300Any Companion in the world but you:
¶Nor can imagination forme a shape
¶Something too wildely, and my Fathers precepts
¶I therein do forget.
1305Fer. I am, in my condition
¶A Prince ( Miranda) I do thinke a King
¶(I would not so) and would no more endure
¶Am I this patient Logge-man.
¶Mir. Do you loue me?
¶If I speake true: if hollowly, inuert
¶Beyond all limit of what else i'th world
1320Do loue, prize, honor you.
¶Mir. I am a foole
¶To weepe at what I am glad of.
¶Pro. Faire encounter
¶Of two most rare affections: heauens raine grace
1325On that which breeds betweene 'em.
¶Fer. VVherefore weepe you?
¶VVhat I shall die to want: But this is trifling,
¶And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.
¶I am your wife, if you will marrie me;
¶If not, Ile die your maid: to be your fellow
1335You may denie me, but Ile be your seruant
¶VVhether you will or no.
¶And I thus humble euer.
¶Mir. My husband then?
1340Fer. I, with a heart as willing
¶As bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand.
¶Mir. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel
¶Till halfe an houre hence.
1345Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
¶VVho are surpriz'd with all; but my reioycing
¶At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke,
Exit.
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Scœna Secunda.
¶
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.
¶Ste. Tell not me, when the But is out we will drinke
¶water, not a drop before; therefore beare vp, & boord
¶em' Seruant Monster, drinke to me.
¶if th'other two be brain'd like vs, the State totters.
¶ere I could recouer the shore, fiue and thirtie Leagues
1365off and on, by this light thou shalt bee my Lieutenant
¶Monster, or my Standard.
¶Trin. Nor go neither: but you'l lie like dogs, and yet
1370say nothing neither.
¶a good Moone-calfe.
¶Ile not serue him, he is not valiant.
¶was there euer man a Coward, that hath drunk so much
¶Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being
1380Cal. Loe, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him my
¶Lord?
Cal.
