But, by immortal Providence, she's mine; Alon. I am hers: But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Pro. There, Sir, stop: Let us not burden our remembrances Gon. I have inly wept, Or should have spoken ere this. Look down, you gods, For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither! Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo ! Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, Alon. Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon. Be't so! Amen! [To FER. and MIE. Re-enter ARIEL, with the MASTER and BOATSWAIN amazedly following. 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, That swear'st grace o'er board, not an oath on shore? Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Our king, and company: the next our ship,— Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went. Pro. My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger :-Say, how came you hither? *In his senses. + Ready. Clever, adroit. [Aside, [Aside. Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, And (how we know not), all clapp'd under hatches, Ari. Was't well done? Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free. Must rectify our knowledge. Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit; Set Caliban and his companions free; Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.] How fares my gracious Sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads that you remember not. Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, 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 He will chastise me. Seb. Ha, ha; What things are these, my lord Antonio! Ant. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, † Honest. To take my life: two of these fellows you Cal. I shall be pinched to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler ? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?→ How cam'st thou in this pickle? Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear flyblowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. [Pointing to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape:-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, 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, To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest To hear the story of your life, which must 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- Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please you, draw near. [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, * Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve a spell. THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. PERSONS REPRESENTED. DUKE OF MILAN,Father to Sylvia. | HOST, where Julia lodges in Milan. VALENTINE, Gentlemen of Ve PROTEUS, } rona. ANTONIO, Father to Proteus. THURIO, a foolish Rival to Valentine. EGLAMOUR, Agent for Sylvia in her escape. SPEED, a clownish Servant to Va OUTLAWS. JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. SYLVIA, the Duke's Daughter, beioved by Valentine. LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia. SERVANTS, MUSICIANS. SCENE. Sometimes in Verona, sometimes in Milan, and on the frontiers of Mantua. ACT I. SCENE I-An open place in Verona. Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Even as I would, when I to love begin. Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! |