I chose her when I could not ask my father
For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, 192
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before; of whom I have
Receiv'd a second life; and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon.

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

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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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Ari. [Aside to PRO.] Sir, all this service 225 Have I done since I went.

Pro. [Aside to ARI.] My tricksy spirit!

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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.

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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;

And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of: some oracle

Must rectify our knowledge.
Pro.

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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.]

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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.

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I long

To hear the story of your life, which must 312 Take the ear strangely.

Pro.

I'll deliver all;

EPILOGUE.

Spoken by PROSPERO.

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

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Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?

Ste. I should have been a sore one then. 288 Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'a

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.

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As you from crimes would pardon'd be,

[Exeunt CAL., STE., and TRIN.

Let your indulgence set me free.

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Wish me partaker in thy happiness

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

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danger,

Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

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

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Val. And on a love-book pray for my success? Pro. Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee.

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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;
For he was more than over shoes in love.
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
And yet you never swum the Hellespont.

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Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.

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Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turned to folly; blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee That art a votary to fond desire? Once more adieu! my father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.

To Milan let me hear from thee by letters Of thy success in love, and what news else

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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 your mind. Give her no token but stones, for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What! said she nothing? Speed. No, not so much as 'Take this for thy pains.' To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself. And so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.

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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.

I must go send some better messenger:

Luc. Please you repeat their names, I'll show my mind

According to my shallow simple skill.

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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.

11 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?

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He would have given it you, but I, being in the way,

Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault,

I pray.

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? 40 To whisper and conspire against my youth? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper: see it be return 'd; Or else return no more into my sight.

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

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!

Luc.

Re-enter LUCETTA.

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What would your ladyship? 64

Jul. Is it near dinner-time?
Luc.

I would it were;

That you might kill your stomach on your meat And not upon your maid.

Jul. What is't that you took up so gingerly? Luc. Nothing.

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To take a paper up

Jul. Why didst thou stoop, then? Luc.

That I let fall.

Jul. And is that paper nothing? Luc. Nothing concerning me.

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Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,

Unless it have a false interpreter.

Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rime.

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