The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

I am hers: But O! how oddly will it sound that I Must ask my child forgiveness!

Pro.

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Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible, There, sir, stop: We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither.

Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heaviness that's gone.
Gon.

I have inly wept, 200 Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,

And on this couple drop a blessed crown;
For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way
Which brought us hither!

Alon.

I say, Amen, Gonzalo! 204 Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue

Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy, and set it down
With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage 208
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
Where he himself was lost; Prospero his duke-
dom

In a poor isle; and all of us ourselves,
When no man was his own.

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240

Ari. [Aside to PRO.] Was 't well done?
Pro. [Aside to ARI.] Bravely, my diligence!
Thou shalt be free.

Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod;

Sir, my liege, Do not infest 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.-[Aside to ARI.] Come hither, spirit;

252

Set Caliban and his companions free; Untie the spell. [Exit ARI.] 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.

260

Cal. O Setebos! these be brave spirits, indeed. How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me.

Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death 276 Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling-ripe: where should they

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? How cam'st thou in this pickle?

281 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 fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano!

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304

To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which-part of it—I'll waste
With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away; the story of my life
And the particular accidents gone by
Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon.

308

I long
To hear the story of your life, which must 312
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.-[Aside to ARI.] My
Ariel, chick,

That is thy charge: then to the elements

316

Ste. O touch me not: I am not Stephano, Be free, and fare thou well!--Please you, draw but a cramp.

near.

EPILOGUE.

Spoken by PROSPERO.

[Exeunt.

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 confin'd 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.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.

VALENTINE,

PROTEUS,

} the Two Gentlemen.

ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.

THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia, in her escape.
SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine.
LAUNCE, the like to Proteus.

PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio.
HOST, where Julia lodges in Milan.
OUTLAWS with Valentine.

JULIA, beloved of Proteus.
SILVIA, beloved of Valentine.
LUCETTA, waiting woman to Julia.
Servants, Musicians.

SCENE.-Verona; Milan; and the frontiers of Mantua.

Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour'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 be gone? Sweet Valentine,
adieu!

Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest 12
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel:
Wish me partaker in thy happiness

Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you;
And he that is so yoked by a fool,
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud

When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy The eating canker dwells, so eating love
danger,

If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.

Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

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. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.

Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you.

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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. 133

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

136 Pro. Come, come; open the matter in brief: what said she?

Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once delivered. 140 Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains [giving him money]. What said she?

Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? couldst thou perceive so much from her?

145

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shep-from her; no, not so much as a ducat for herd, the shepherd for food follows not the delivering your letter. And being so hard to sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore as hard to you in telling your mind. Give her thou art a sheep. 96 no token but stones, for she's as hard as steel. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry Pro. What! said she nothing? 'baa.'

152

Speed. No, not so much as 'Take this for Pro. But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my thy pains.' To testify your bounty, I thank you, letter to Julia? 100 you have testerned me; in requital whereof, Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your henceforth carry your letters yourself. And so, letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced sir, I'll commend you to my master. mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

104

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.

Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.

157

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wrack;

Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Being destin'd to a drier death on shore. 160 [Exit SPEED.

108 I must go send some better messenger:

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; But, were I you, he never should be mine.

II Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so. Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus? Luc. Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name?

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.

Jul. Will ye be gone?

It were a shame to call her back again
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.
What fool is she, that knows I am a maid,
And would not force the letter to my view! 52
Since maids, in modesty, say 'No' to that
Which they would have the profferer construe
'Ay.'

Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love
That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse 56
And presently all humbled kiss the rod!
How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
When willingly I would have had her here:
How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile.
My penance is, to call Lucetta back
And ask remission for my folly past.
What ho! Lucetta!

Re-enter LUCETTA.

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