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Pro. I am wo* fort, Sir.

I chose her, when I could not ask my father Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience For his advice; nor thought I had one : she Says, it is past her cure.

Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, Pro. I rather think,

Of whom so often I have heard renown, You have not sought her help; of whose soft But never saw before; of whom I have grace,

Received a second life, and second father
For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, This lady makes him to me.
And rest myself content.

Alon. I am her's :
Alon. You the like loss?

But 0, how oddly will it sound, that I
Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portablet Must ask my child forgiveness !
To make the dear loss, have I means much Pro. There, Sir, stop :

Let us not burden our remembrances
Than you may call to comfort you; for I With a heaviness that's gone.
Have lost my daughter.

Gon. I have inly wept,
Alon. A daughter?

Or should have spoken, ere this. Look down,
O heavens! that they were living both in you gods,

(I wish And on this couple drop a blessed crown;
The king and queen there! that they were, For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Which brought us hither!
Where my son lies. When did you lose your Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo !

Gon. Was

Milan thrust from Milan, that his Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these

issue lords

Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice
At this encounter do so much admire,

Beyond a common joy; and set it down
That they devour their reason; and scarce think With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
Are natural breath: but howsoe'er you have And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
Been justled from your senses, know for Where he himself was lost ; Prospero his duke.

In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, [dom,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke When no man was his own.*
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most Alon. Give me your hands :

[To Fbr. and Mir.
Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; That doth not wish you joy!
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,

Gon. Be't so! Amen!
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor

Re-enter ARIEL, with the MASTER and Boat-
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, Sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attend. O look, Sir, look, Sir; here are more of us !

SWAIN amazedly follo ing.

I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.

This fellow could not drown: My dukedom since you have given me again,

-Now, blas

phemy I will requite you with as good a thing;

(shore ? At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,

That swear’st grace o'erboard, not an oath on

Hast thou no inouth by land ? What is the As much as me my dukedom.

news? The entrance of the cellopens and discovers FER

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely DINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.

found Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Our king, and company: the next our ship, Fer. No, my dearest love,

Which, but three glasses since, we gave out I would not for the world.

split,Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you Is tight and yare,t and bravely rigged, as when should wrangle,

We first put out to sea. And I would call it fair play.

Ari. Sir, all this service Alon. If this prove

Have I done since I went.

[Aside. A vision of the island, one dear son

Pro. My tricksyt spirit!

Aside. Shall I twice lose.

Alon. These are not natural events; they Seb. A most high miracle !

strengthen, Fer. Tho'the seas threaten, they are merciful: From strange to stranger :-Say, how came I have curs'd them without cause.

you hither? (FERD. kneels to Alon. Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, Alon. Now all the blessings

I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, Of a glad father compass thee about!

And, (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.


[noises Mira, 0! wonder!

Where, but even now, with strange and several How many goodly creatures are there here! Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, How beauteous mankind is! O brave new And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, That has such people in't !

(world, We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty: Pro. 'Tis new to thee.

Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master wast at play?

Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Even in a dream, were we divided from them, Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,

And were brought moping hither. And brought us thus together?

Ari. Was't well done?

[Aside. Fer. Sir, she's mortal;

Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be But, by immortal Providence, she's mine;


[Aside. * Sorry.

1 Bearable.
* In his senses.

Ready. * Clever, adroit.

you found it.

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

look'd on. [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 ,-Go, 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 hereThe 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 you Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every And worship this dull fool ? These happen'd accidents : till when, be cheer- Pro. Go to; away! ful,

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

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

[Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Untie the spell. (Exit 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 Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CalibAN, STE- With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make PAANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel. Go quick away: the story of my life, it Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let Since I came to this isle: And in the morn,

And the particular accidents, gone by, no 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! Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in Where I have hope to see the nuptial

Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; my head, here's a goodly sight.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, in- And thence retire me to my Milan, where How fine my master is! I am afraid

[deed :

Every third thought shall be my grave.

Alon. I long
He will chastise me.
Seb. Ha, ha;

To hear the story of your life, which must

Take the ear strangely.
What things are these, my lord Antonio !

Pro. I'll deliver all;
Will money buy them?
Ant. Very like; one of them

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, Is a plain fish, and no doubt, marketable.

And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my That is thy charge; then to the elements

Your royal fleet far off.--My Ariel :-chick,-lords,

[knave, Then say, if they be true :t-This misshapen

Be free, and fare thou well !--[Aside.] Please His mother was a witch; and one so strong

you, draw near.

(Ereunt. That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,

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

(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; Mast 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, Ilon. 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

Mercy itself, and frees all faults. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Let your indulgence set me free. * Conductor.

† Honest. * Applause : noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.

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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;

If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus ; However, but a folly bought with wit,
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits : Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days

Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,

fool. I rather would entreat thy company,

Val. So by your circumstance, I fear, you'll To see the wonders of the world abroad,

prove. Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home,

Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: But, since thou lov’st, love still, and thrive And he that is so yoked by a fool, therein,

Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Even, as I would, when I to love begin.

Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, The eating canker dwells, so eating love adieu !

Inhabits in the finest wits of all. Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest

Val. And writers say, As the most forward Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel :

Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, (bud Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

Even so by love the young and tender wit When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy is turn

to folly; blasting in the bud, If ever danger do environ thee, [danger, Losing his verdure even in the prime, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, And all the fair effects of future hopes. For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.

But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. That art a votary to fond desire ? Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Once more adieu: my father at the road Val. That's on some shallow story of deep Expects my coming, there to see me shipp d. love,

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. How young Leander crossid the Hellespont.

Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love;

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

At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love; or thy success in love, and what news else And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

Betideth here in absence of thy friend; Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the And I likewise will visit thee with mine. boots. *

Pro. Al happiness bechance to thee in Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.

Milan! Pro. What?

Val. As much to you at home! and so, farel'al. To be


[Erit VALENTINE. In love, where scorn is bought with groans ; · Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love : coy looks,

He leaves his friends, to dignify them more: A burnorons punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c. I leare myself, my friends, and all for lore.

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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 wit.
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: Enter Spee.

What said she? Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my the matter, may be both at once delivered.

Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and master? Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark

Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains : What for Milan.

said she? Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd

Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win aiready;

her. And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him.

Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray,

from her? An if the shepherd be a while away.

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all Speed. You conclude that my master is a from her ; no, not so much as a ducat for deshepherd then, and I a sheep?

livering your letter: And being so hard to me Pro. I do.

that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no whether I wake or sleep.

token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.

Pro. What, said she nothing? Speed. This proves me still a sheep.

Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd.

pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circum- you have testern'dt me; in requital whereof, stance.

henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by Sir, I'll commend you to my master. another.

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and

wreck; not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my

Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, master, and my master seeks not me; there- Being destined to a drier death on shore :fore, I am no sheep.

I must go send some better messenger ; Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shep- ! fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, herd, the shepherd for food follows not the Receiving them from such a worthless post. sheep; thou for wages followest thy master,

[Exeunt. thy 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?

Lue. 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 parles 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 skill. were best stick her.

Jul. What thinkest thou of the fair Sir EgPro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere


Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and Speed. Nay, 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 Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? pinfold.

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: and over,

Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to

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 Speed. I.

That I, unworthy body as I am, (shame, Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy.t

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 Jul. 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. the letter.

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

on him?

Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast Pro. Why, Sir, how do you bear with me?

away. Speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly;

† Given me a sixpence,

best pound you.


bear with you.

* Til betide.

Pass sentence.

mo at cards

+ Tolk



Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden

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

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

Luc. I cannot reach so high. Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most Jul. Let's see your song :

-How now, minof all,

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

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

Jul. You do not? Jul. I would, I knew his mind.

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

Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. Jul. 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 :


base. He would have given it you, but I, being in the Luc. Indeed, I bid the bases for Proteus. Did 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 wanton lines ? Go, get you gone; and let the papers To whisper and conspire 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 And you an officer fit for the place.

be best pleas'd There, take the paper, see it be returnd; To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. 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-love-wounded Proteus :Which they would have the profferer 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, Becalm, 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 ?
Luc. What would your ladyship?

Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, Jul. Is it near dinner-time?

Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
Luc. I would it were;

To the sweet Julia ;-that I'll tear away;
That you might kill your stomacht on your And yet I will not, sith|| so prettily
And not upon your maid.

[meat, He couples it to his complaining names : Jul. What is't you took up

Thus will I fold them one upon another ; So gingerly?

Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. 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.

ther stays. Jul. And is that paper nothing?

Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. Nothing concerning me.

Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tellJul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.

tales 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, Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in

down: rhyme.

Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to Give me a note: your ladyship can set.

them. Jul. As little by such toys as may be possi- Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights Best sing it to the tune of Light o love. [ble:

you see; Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

* A term in music.

† The tenor in music. * A matchmaker. † Passion or obetinacy. # A challenge.

Bustle, stir. | Since.

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