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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,
Upon this shore, where you were wreck’d, was landed, When no man was his own.
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;


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,
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; That doth not wish you joy!
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, Gon.

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 !
At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye
As much as me my dukedom.

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
And I would call it fair play.

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,
O! wonder!

We were awak’d; straitway, at liberty :
How many goodly creatures are there here !
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,

Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
That has such people in't!

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?
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,

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
I chose her, when I could not ask my father
For his advice; nor thought I had one: she

Must rectify our knowledge.

Sir, my liege,
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,

Do not infest your mind with beating on
But never saw before ; of whom I have

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.

4 Ready.


Ha, ha ;

Take with you your companions ; as you look
What things are these, my lord Antonio ?

To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Will money buy them ?

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
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, And worship this dull fool ?
Then say, if they be true 7:--This mis-shapen knave, Pro.

Go to ; away!
His mother was a witch; and one so strong

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you
That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,

found it.
And deal in her command, without her power : Seb. Or stole it, rather.
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil

(Eseunt Cal. Sre. and Trix.
(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
To take my life : two of these fellows you To my poor cell : where you shall take your rest
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I For this one night ; which (part of it) I'll waste
Acknowledge mine.

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,
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler ? And the particular accidents gone by,
Seb. He is drunk now : Where had he wine? Since I came to this isle: And in the morn,
Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe : Where should I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,

Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? - Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
How cam'st thou in this pickle?

And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw Every third thought shall be my grave.
you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones ; Alon.

I long
I shall not fear fly-blowing.

To hear the story of your life, which must
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ?

Take the ear strangely.
Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but Pro.

I'll deliver all;
a cramp.

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah ?

And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Your royal fleet far off. – My Ariel ;- chick,
Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd That is thy charge; then to the elements

(Pointing to Caliban. Be free, and fare tbou well! — [Aside.] Please you
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,

draw near.

As in his shape : - Go, sirrah, to my cell ;


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DUKE OF Milan, Father to Silvia.

PANTHINO, Servant lo Antonio.

Host where Julia lodges in Milari.
Gentlemen of Verona.

ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.
Thurio, a foolish Rival to Valentine.

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.
LAUNCE, Servant to Proteus.

Servants, Musicians.
SCENE, sometimes in Verona ; sometimes in Milan; and on the Frontiers of Mantua.

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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!


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