Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze ment Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us Behold, sir king, Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Be living and be here? Pro. FERD. kneels to ALON. Of a glad father compass thee about! First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age; whose honor cannot Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. : Whether this be, You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you all: But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, Seb. The devil speaks in him. Aside. Alon. How sharp the point of this remembrance is ! Pro. I am woes for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, Pro. Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Fer. Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you And on this couple drop a blessed crown; Alon. You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, Beyond a common joy: and set it down O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords That they devour their reason; and scarce think Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; Sir, my liege, Do not infect your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable) of every These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit; [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free : There are yet missing of your company and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune:Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio! Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid What things are these, my lord Antonio ? Ant. EPILOGUE. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own; Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confined by you, Or sent to Naples: Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands. Conductor. 1 Honest. Applause; noise was supposed to dissolve a spell. cramp. on. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd [Pointing to CALIBAN. As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, 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, And seek for grace: What a thrice-doubled ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool? Pro. Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt CAL, STE., and TRIN. • Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely. Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel; - chick, That is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please you draw near. [Exeunt. Spoken by PROspero. Gentle breath of yours my sails As you from crimes would pardon'd be," Let your indulgence set me free. SCENE, sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the Frontiers of Mantua. SCENE I.- An open Place in Verona. ACT I. Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Tal. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Wer't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honor'd love, I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home," Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c. Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Once more adieu: my father at the road Pro. And thither I will bring thee, Valentine. Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love: He leaves his friends to dignify them more; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with War with good counsel, set the world at nought; thought. Enter SPEED. Sqeed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether wake or sleep. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me; therefore, I am no sheep. Pro. The sncep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to Julia? Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labor. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons. Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover. Pro. But what said she? did she nod? Speed. I. [SPEED nods.. Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. - noddy. Pro. And that set together, isSpeed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: What said she? Speed. Open your purse, that the money, the matter, may be both at once delivered. and Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What said she? Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? Couldst thou perceive so much from her? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What, said she nothing? take this for thy Speed. No, not so much as pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, [Exeunt. Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my mind According to my shallow simple skill. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? Luc. Pardon, dear madam ; 'tis a passing shame, Should censures thus on lovely gentlemen. best. Jul. Your reason? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Peruse this paper, madam. from Proteus: He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Jul. Will you begone? Luc. Re-enter LUCETTA. What would your ladyship? That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. So gingerly? Jul. Nothing. What is't you took up Why didst thou stoop then? Nothing concerning me. Luc. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in Pass sentence. Passion or obstinacy. • Matchmaker. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note: your ladyship can set. Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible; Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love. Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Jul. Heavy? belike it hath some burden, then. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. Jul. And why not you? Luc. I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song:- How now, minion? Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. Jul. You do not? Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant;" Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. [Tears the letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! Injurious wasps! to feed on uch sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. And here is writ-kind Julia; — unkind Julia ! As in revenge of thy ingratitude, I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Shall lodge thee till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd: He couples it to his complaining names: Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad' talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; While other men, of slender reputation, Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there: Some, to discover islands far away; Some, to the studious universities. For any, or for all these exercises, A term in music. A challenge. • Serious. The tenor in music. Bustle, stir. Little consequence. He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet; Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. Pant. Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speediest execution I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. With other gentlemen of good esteem, Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go; And, in good time,-now will we break with him. Enter PROTEUS. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honor's pawn: O, that our fathers would applaud our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents! O heavenly Julia! Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there! Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendation sent from Valentine, Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes How happily he lives, how well belov'd, Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Please you, deliberate a day or two. Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.- [Exeunt ANT. and PANT. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of |