Re-enter ARIEL: after him ALONSO, with a frantic A solemn air, and the best comforter Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Be living and be here? For you are spell-stopp'd. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine, blood, Flesh and You brother mine, that entertain❜d ambition, [Exit ARIEL. ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so. — To the king's ship, invisible as thou art : There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place; And presently, I pr'ythee. Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit ARIEL. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! Pity or tenderness of heart. Pro. Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot Be measur'd, or confin'd. Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. Pro. First, noble friend, Whether this be, You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Seb. Pro. The devil speaks in him. [Aside. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Alon. How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Pro. The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely | In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FERDI- Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. I would not for the world. No, my dearest love, Mira Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon. Seb. If this prove A most high miracle! Fer. Tho' the seas threaten, they are merciful; [FERD. kneels to ALON. O! wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! Pro. 'Tis new to thee. Alon. Give me your hands: [To FER. and MIR. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, Gon. Be't so! Amen! Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Ari. Sir, all this service Pro. Aside. My tricksy spirit! hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast Even in a dream, were we divided from them, What things are these, my lord Antonio? Will money buy them? Very like, one of them Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Cal. Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? - Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? on. [Exeunt CAL. STE. and TRIN. I long SCENE, sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the Frontiers of Mantua. SCENE I.-An open Place in Verona. Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Wer'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. ACT I. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. 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 swam the Hellespont. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.1 Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. Pro. What? In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. 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 turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Losing its 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. At Milan let me hear from thee by letters, Of thy success in love, and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend; And I likewise will visit thee with mine. Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! C 3 Val. As much to you at home! and so farewell! [Exit VALENTINE. Pro. He after honour haunts, I after love: He leaves his friends to dignify them more; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought. Enter SPEED. Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: saw you my master? Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. Speed. Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already; And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away. Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and I a sheep? Pro. I do. Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. 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. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to Julia? Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her; and she gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy.? Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. Pro. And that set together, is- noddy. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you. 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. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: What said she " 2 A game at cards. Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter, may be both at once delivered. Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What said she? Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her? 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 her mind. 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 testern'd3 me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master, Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck; Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, SCENE II. The same. Garden of Julia's house. Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully. Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew my mind According to my shallow simple skill. 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. 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. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, That I, unworthy body as I am, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? best. Jul. Your reason? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Jul. Why, he of all the rest, hath never mov'd me. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small. Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their love. Jul. I would I knew his mind. |