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If this prove
Now all the blessings Were, but even now,
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely In a poor isle ; and all of us, ourselves,
Give me your hands : For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
[To Fer. and MIR. Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
Be't so! Amen! And subjects none abroad: pray you look in.
Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain My dukedom since you have given me again,
amazedly following: I will requite you with as good a thing;
O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us !
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown: – Now, blasphemy, The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FERDI- That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
NAND and MIRANDA playing at chess. Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Our king, and company : the next our ship, Fer.
No, my dearest love, I would not for the world.
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split, Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should Is tight and yaret,
and bravely rigg'd, as when wrangle,
We first put out to sea.
Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.
Aside. Alon. A vision of the island, one dear son
My tricksy spirit! Shall I twice lose.
Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen Seb. A most high miracle !
Froin strange to stranger :- Say, how came you Fer. Tho' the seas threaten, they are merciful;
hither? I have curs'd them without cause.
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
We were dead of sleep, (Ferd. kneels to Alon. I'd strive to tell you.
And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches, Alon. Of a glad father compass thee about !
with strange and several noises Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Mira.
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak’d; straitway, at liberty :
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
Cap’ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast Even in a dream, were we divided from them, at play?
And were brought moping hither.
Was't well done?
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt Aside.
be free. And brought us thus together? Fer.
Sir, she's mortal; And there is in this business more than nature
Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod : But, by immortal Providence, she's mine;
Was ever conduct 6 of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business ; at pick'd leisure, Received a second life, and second father
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you This lady makes him to me.
(Which to you shall seem probable) of every Alon.
I am hers:
These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, But 0, how oddly will it sound, that I
And think of each thing well. — Come hither, spirit;
[Aside. Must ask my child forgiveness ! Pro.
There, sir, stop :
Set Caliban and his companions free : Let us not burden our remembrances
Untie the spell. (Erit ARIEL] How fares my With a heaviness that's gone.
gracious sir? Gon.
I have inly wept,
There are yet missing of your company Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you
Some few odd lads, that you remember not, gods,
Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CalibAN, STEPHANO, And on this couple drop a blessed crown;.
and TrInculo, in their stolen apparel. For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither!
Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no Alon.
I say, Amen, Gonzalo! man take care for himself; for all is but fortune : Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio! Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice
Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my Beyond a common joy; and set it down
head, here's a goodly sight. With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage
Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
How fine my master is! I am afraid And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
He will chastise me. Where he himself was lost ; Prospero his dukedom,
6 Clever, adroit. 6 Conductor.
Take with you your companions ; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,
Very like, one of them And seek for grace : What a thrice-double ass
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, And worship this dull fool ?
Go to ; away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you
(Eseunt Cal. Sre. and Trix.
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
I shall be pinch'd to death. Go quick away: the story of my life,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
(Pointing to Caliban. Be free, and fare tbou well! — [Aside.] Please you
DUKE OF Milan, Father to Silvia.
PANTHINO, Servant lo Antonio.
Host where Julia lodges in Milari.
Julia, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia in her Escape.
SILVIA, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine. SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine.
LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia.
SCENE I. - An open Place in Verona. In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy
looks, Enter VALENTINE and Proteus.
With heart-sore sighs ; one fading moment's mirth, Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights :. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits : If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain ; Wer't not affection chains thy tender days
If lost, why then a grievous labour won; To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
However, but a folly bought with wit, I rather would entreat thy company,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished. To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. Than living dully sluggardiz’d at home,
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not love. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Val. Love is your master, for he masters you : Even as I would, when I to love begin.
And he that is so yoked by a fool, Pro. Wilt thou begone ? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel : The eating canker dwells, so eating love Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
Inhabits in the finest wits of all. When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud If ever danger do environ thee,
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Even so by love the young and tender wit For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.
Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Losing its verdure even in the prime, Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. And all the fair effects of future hopes.
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. That art a votary to fond desire ?
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; Once more adieu : my father at the road For he was more than over shoes in love.
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. And yet you never swam the Hellespont.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots. At Milan let me hear from thee by letters, Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.
Of thy success in love, and what news else
What ? Betideth here in absence of thy friend; Val.
To be And I likewise will visit thee with mine. A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c. Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!