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Alor. This is as strange a maze as e'er men Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd trod:

[Pointing to CALIBAN. And there is in this business more than nature Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Was ever conduct* of: some oracle

As in his shape :-Co, sirrah, to my cell; Must rectify our knowledge.

Take with you your companions; as you look Pro. Sir, my liege,

To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Do not infest your mind with beating on

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise here. The strangeness of this business ; at pick'd

after, leisure,

And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve yon Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every And worship this dull fool ? These bappen'd accidents: till when, be cheer Pro. Go to; away! fal,

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where And think of each thing well. Come hither, I spirit;

[Aside? Seb. Or stole it, rather. Set Caliban and his companions free:

[Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Untie the spell. (Erit ARIEL.] How fares my Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your gracious Sir ?

train, There are yet missing of your company

To my poor cell : where you shall take your rest Some few odd lads, that you remember not. For this one night; which (part of it,):I'll waste

With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make Re-enter ARIEL, driring in CALIBAN, STEPHANO,

Go quick away: the story of my life, {it and Trisculo, in their stolen appurel. And the particular accidents, gone by, Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let Since I came to this isle: And in the morn, bo man take care for himself; for all is but I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, fortune :-Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio! Where I have hope to see the nuptial

Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; my head, here's a goodly sight.

And thence retire me to my Milan, where Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, in. Every third thought shall be my grave. How fine my master is! I am afraid [deed! | Alon. I long He will chastise me.

To hear the story of your life, which must Seb. Ha, ha;

Take the ear strangely. What things are these, my lord Antonio! Pro. I'll deliver all;

! And promise you calm seas, auspicions galeg. Ant. Very like; one of them

! And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Your royal fleet far off.--My Ariel ;-chick,-Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my That is thy charge ; then to the elements lords,

[knave, Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please Then say, if they be true :t-This misshapen

you, draw near,

(Excient. His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and

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And deal in her command, without her power:
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. (For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them

Now my charms are all o'erthrown, To take my life: two of these fellows you

And what strength I have's mine own; Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Acknowledge mine.

I must be here confin'd by you, Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.

Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Alor. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Since I have my dukedom got, butler ?

And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine? | In this bare island, by your spell; Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where

But release me from my bands,
should they

With the help of your good hands.
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ? Gentle breath of yours my sails
How cam'st thou in this pickle?

Must fill, or else my project fails, Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I Which was to please: Now I want saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of| Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; my bones : I'shall not fear fly-blowing.

• And my ending is despair, Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?

Unless I be reliev'd by prayer; Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano,

Which pierces so that it assaults but a cramp.

Mercy itself, and frees all faults. pete. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? As you from crimes would pardon'd be, She, I should have been a sore one then.

Let your indulgence set me free. : Conductam.

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ACT I.

With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's.

mirth, SCENE I.-An open place in Verona.

With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS. | If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; 1 If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
-Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits :

However, but a folly bought with wit,
Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,

Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me I rather would entreat thy company,

fool. To see the wonders of the world abroad,

Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'u Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home,

prove. Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Pro. "I'is love you cavil at; I am not Love. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: therein,

And he that is so yoked by a fool,
Even as I would, when I to love begin. | Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud
adieu !

The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel:

Val. And writers say, As the most forward Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, (bud When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy Even so by love the young and tender wit If ever danger do environ thee, (danger, Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,

Losing his verdure even in the prima For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.

| And all the fair effects of future hopes Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee.

That art a votary to fond desire ? Val. That's on some shallow story of deep Once more adieu : my father at the road love,

Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our

leave. For he was more than over shoes in love.

Val. "Tis true; for you are over boots in love; At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

Of thy success in love, and what news else Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the Betideth here in absence of thy Iriend; boots.*

| And I likewise will visit thee with mine. Vxl. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Pid. What?

Milan! Val. To be

Val. As much to you at home! and so, fare. In love, where scorn is bought with groans;

well.

(Erit VALENTINE. cny looks,

Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love.

He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; * A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts &c. l I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.

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Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; having nothing but the word, noddy, for my Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,

pains. War with good counsel, set the world at Pro. Beshrew* me, but you have a quick whin nought;

Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with purse. thought.

· Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief:

What said she?
Enter SPEED.

Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my the matter, may be both at once delivered. master?

| Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains: Whas Pre. But now he parted hence, to embark said she ? for Milan.

Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd her. already;

| Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. from her?

Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all An if the shepherd be a while away.

from her; no, not so much as a ducat for deSpeed. You conclude that my master is a livering your letter: And being so hard to me

shepherd then, and I a sheep ? that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as Pro. I do.

hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. whether I wake or sleep.

| Pro. What, said she nothing? Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy Speed. This proves me still a sheep.

| pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. you have testern'di me; in requital whereof,

Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circum- henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, stance.

Sir, I'll commend vou to iny master. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from another,

wreck; Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and which cannot perish, having thee aboard, not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my Being destined to a drier death on shore :master, and my master seeks not me; there. I must go send some better messenger; fore, I am no sheep.

I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shep- Receiving them from such a worthless post. herd, the shepherd for food follows not the

(Exeunt. sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, toy master for wages follows not thee: there

SCENE II.-The same. Garden of Julia's fore, thou art a sheep.

house. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry

Enter JULIA and LuceTTA. baa.

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my | Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? letter to Julia ?

Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unSpeed. Ay, Sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your

heedfully. letter to her, a laced mutton ;* and she, a laced

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for That every day with parlet encounter me, my labour.

In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a

Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll store of muttons.

show my mind Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you According to my shallow simple ski Were best stick her.

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir EglaPro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you.

mour ?

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and Speed. Náy, Sir, less than a pound shall

fine; serve me for carrying your letter.

But, were I you, he never should be mine. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?

Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so, so. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to

Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in

us! your lover.

Jul. How now' what means this passion at Pro. But what said she? did she nod ?

his name? [SPEED nods. | Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing

That I, unworthy body as I am, (shame, Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy.

Should censures thus on lovely gentlemen. Speed. You mistook, Sir; I say, she did nod:

| Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ? and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.

Luc. Then thus,-of many good I think him Pro. And that set together, is noddy.

best. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set Juu. Your reason? it together, take it for your pains.

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing | I think him so, because I think him so.

Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be laia to

on bin? Pro. Why, Sir, how do you bear with me?

Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly;

away.

and over,

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love.

Jud. Why, be of all the rest hath never mov'd Ju. Heavy? belike, it bath some burden

then, Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you

sing it. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but Ju. And why not you? sinall.

Luc. I cannot reach so high. en Fire, that is closest kept, burns most Jul. Let's see your song :-How now, min. of all.

ion ? wiel. They do not love, that do not show their Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing

it out: kuc. , they love least, that let men know And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. their love.

Jul. You do not ? Jil. I would, I knew his minu.

Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam.

Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. misul. To Julia,-Say, from whom !

Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, Luc. That the contents will show.

And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?

There wanteth but a meant to fill your song. Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly from Proteus :

way,

base. te would have given it you, but I, being in the Luc. Indeed, I bid the baset for Proteus. Lid in your name receive it; pardon the fault, Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble I pray.

Here is a coils with protestation ! [me. Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker !*

(Tears the letter. · Dare you presume to harbour wantou lines? Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie:

To whisper and congpire against my youth ? | You would be fingering them, to anger me. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, Luc. She makes it strange; but she would dud you an officer fit for the place.

be best pleas'd 'There, take the paper, see it be return'd, To be so anger'd with another letter. (Erit. Or else return no more into my sight.

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee

same! than hate.

O hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! Jul. Will you be gone?

Injurious wasps to feed on such sweet honey, Luc. That you may ruminate. (Exit. | And kill the bees, that yield it, with your Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the

stings! letter.

I'll kiss each several paper for amends. It were a shame to call her back again, And here is writ-kind Julia ;-unkind Julia ! And pray her to a fault for which I chid her, As in revenge of thy ingratitude, What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, I throw thy name against the bruising stones And would not force the letter to my view ? Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain, Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that [Ay. | Look, here is writ-lore-wounded Proteus :Which they would have the profilerer construe, Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,

heal'd; And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod ! And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,

But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written When willingly I would have had her here!

down? How angrily I taught my brow to frown, Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! Till I have found each letter in the letter. My penance is, to call Lucetta back,

Except mine own name; that some whirlAnd ask remission for my folly past:

wind bear What ho! Lucetta!

Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
Re-enter LUCETTA.

And throw it thence into the raging sea!

Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, Luc. What would your ladyship?

Poor forlorn Proteus, pussionate Proteus, Jul. Is it near dinner-time?

To the sweet Julia ; that I'll tear away; Luc. I would it were ;

And yet I will not, sith|| so prettily That you might kill your stomacht on your

He couples it to his complaining names : And not upon your maid.

Thus will I fold them one upon another;

(meat, Jul. What is't you took up

Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. So gingerly? Luc. Nothing.

Re-enter LUCETTA. Jul. Why did'st thou stoop then ?

Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your faLuc. To take a paper up that I let fall. Jul. And is that paper nothing?

Jul. Well, let us go. : Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.

Luc. What, shall these papers lie like telltales here:

[up. Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it con Jul. If you respect them, best to take them Unless it have a false interpreter. [cerns, Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them

down: rhyme.

Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Laic. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to Give nie a note : your ladyship can set. Jul. As little by such toys as may be possi

them. Best sing it to the tune of 'Light o' love.

Luc. Ay, madam, you may way what sights

[ble: Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

ther stays.

you see; * A term in music.

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. see things too, although you judge I wink. | Pro. There is no news, my word; but that he Jul. Come, come, wili't please you go?

writes

Exeunt. How happily he lives, how well belov'd, SCENE III.-The same. A room in. ANTONIO's 4

| And daily graced by the emy-ror;. House.

Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

Ant. And how stand you affected to his. Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.

wish? Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sado talk was | Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, that,

| And not depending on his friendly wish. Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Ant. My will is something sorted with his : Pa. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your

wish : Ant. Why, what of him?

(son.

Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; Pa. He wonder'd, that your fordship For what I will, I will, and there an end. 1991 Would suffer him to spend his youth at home : I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time While other men, of slender reputation, With Valentinus in the emperor's court; Pat forth their sons to seek preferment out: What maintenance he from his friends receives, some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; | Like exhibitiont thou shalt hava from me. Some, to discover islands far away ;

To-morrow be in readiness to go: Sume, to the studious universities.

Excuse it not, for I'm peremptory, For any, or for all these exercises,

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provideo; He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;

Please you, deliberate a day or :wo. And did request me, to importune you,

Ant. Look what thou want'st, shall be sent To let him spend his time no more at home,

after thee: Which would be great impeachmentt to his No more of stay ; to-morrow tho! must go. In having known no travel in his youth. [agc, Come on, Panthino; you shall my employ'd Art. Nor need'st thou much importune me To hasten on his expedition. to that

[Exeunt Ant. and PAN. Whereon this month I have been hammering. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear I have consider'd well his loss of time;

of burning;

(drown'd: And how he cannot be a perfect man,

And drench'd me in the sea, where I am Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world : I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, Äperience is by industry achiev'd.

Lest he should take exceptions to my love; And perfected by the swift course of time : And with the vantage of mine own excuse Then, tell me, whether were I best to send him ? | Hath he excepted most against my love.

Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, 10, how this spring of love resembleth How his companion, youthful Valentine,

The uncertain glory of an April day; Attends the emperor in his royal court.

Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, Art. I know it well.

And by and by a cloud takes all away! Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither :

Re-enter PANTHINO. There shall be practise tilts and tournaments, Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; Hear sweet discourse, converse with noble- | He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go. [to; ind be in eye of every exercise, [men; | Pro. Why this it is! my heart accords thereWorthy his youth and nobleness of birth. And yet a thousand times it answers, no. Ant. I like thy counsel ; well hast thou ad

[Exeunt. vis'd: And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like

ACT II. The execution of it shall make known;

SCENE I.-Milan. An Apartysent in the
Even with the speediest execution

Duke's Paiace.
I will despatch him to the emperor's court.
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don

Enter VALENTINE and Speed.
Alphonso,
With other gentlemen of good esteem,

Speed. Sir, your glove.
Are journeying to salute the emperor,

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on. And to commend their service to his will.

Speed. Why then this may be ycurs, for this Ant. Good company; with them shall Pro

is but one. teus go :

Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's And, in good time,-now will we break' with

mine :

Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !
Enter Proteus.

Ah Silvia ! Silvia!

Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia ! Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life!

Val. How now, sirrah ? Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Speed. She is not within hearing, Sir. Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn : Val. Why, Sir, who bade you call her ? O, that our fathers would applaud our loves, Speed. Your worship, Sir; or clse I mistook. To seal our happiness with their consents! Val. Well, you'll still be too forvard. O bearenly Julia !

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being Ant. How now? what letter are you reading

too slow. there?

Val. Go to, Sir; tell ine, do you know ma. Pro. Mas't please your lordship, 'tis a word i dam Silvia ?

Speed. She that your worship Inves? Of commendation sent from Valentine,

Val. Why, how know you that ) am in love? Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what rou have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath news.

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