The Tempest - William Shakespeare (best book recommendations TXT) 📗
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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.
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.
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 i’ the world
Do love, prize, honour you.
I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between ’em!
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, I’ll die your maid: to be your fellow
You may deny me; but I’ll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.
My mistress, dearest;
And I thus humble ever.
Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e’er of freedom: here’s my hand.
And mine, with my heart in’t: and now farewell
Till half an hour hence.
So glad of this as they I cannot be,
Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I’ll to my book,
For yet ere supper-time must I perform
Much business appertaining. Exit.
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 ’em. Servant-monster, drink to me. Trinculo Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They say there’s but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th’ 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 drown’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; he’s no standard. Stephano We’ll not run, Monsieur Monster. Trinculo Nor go neither; but you’ll lie like dogs and yet say nothing neither. Stephano Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf. CalibanHow does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.
I’ll not serve him; he’s not valiant.
Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou:
I would my valiant master would destroy thee!
I do not lie.
I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him—for I know thou darest,
But this thing dare not—
Yea, yea, my lord: I’ll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.
What a pied ninny’s this! Thou scurvy patch!
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows
And take his bottle from him: when that’s gone
He shall drink nought but brine; for I’ll not show him
Where the quick freshes are.
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