Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; | That they devour their reason; and scarce think And to thee, and thy company, I bid

+ Sorry.

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!
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
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
Where he himself was lost; Prospero his
dukedom,

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

Alon.
Give me your hands:
[TO FER. and MIR.
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!

Gon.
Be't so! Amen!
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, blas-
phemy,
[shore?
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the
news?
[found

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely
Our king and company; the next, our ship,-
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out
split,-

Is tight and yaret, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.
Ari.
Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.
[Aside.
Pro.
My tricksy spirit!
Alon. These are not natural even's; they
strengthen,
[hither?
From strange to stranger:-Say, how came you
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under
hatches,
[noises
Where, but even now, with strange and several
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari.

Was't well done?
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou [Aside.

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 conductý of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.

Pro.
Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on

In his senses. + Ready.

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 cheer-
ful,

And think of each thing well.-Come hither,
spirit;
[Aside.

Set Caliban and his companions free :
Untie the spell. [Erit 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, STE-
PHANO, 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?
Will money buy them?
Ant.

lords,

Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my [knave, Then say, if they be true: -This mis-shapen His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could controul 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
To take my life: two of these fellows you
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal.
I shall be pinch'd to death.
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?

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?

Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano,
but a cramp.

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
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;
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
$ Conductor. | Honest.

Clever, adroit,

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise here-
after,

And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool?
Go to; away!

Pro.
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

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.
I long

To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
Pro.
I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicions gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off. My Ariel ;-chick,—
That is thy charge; then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well!-[aside.] Please
you, draw near.
[Exeunt.

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
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.

* Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.

Ir is observed of THE TEMPEST, that its plan is regular: this the author of THE REVISAL thinks, what I think too, an accidental effect of the story, not intended or regarded by our author. But, whatever might be Shakspeare's intention in forming or adopting the plot, he has made it instrumental to the production of many characters, diversified with boundless invention, and preserved with profound skill in nature, extensive knowledge of opinions, and accurate observation of life. In a single drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and sailors, all speaking in their real characters. There is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly goblin. The operations of magic, the tumults of a storm, the adventures of a desert island, the native effusion of untaught affection, the punishment of guilt, and the final happiness of the pair for whom our passions and reason are equally interested. JOHNSON.

Scene,-sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.

ACT I.

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.
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
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel:
Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy
If ever danger do environ thee, [danger,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

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

Val. That's on some shallow story of deep
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 *.

Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.

Pro.
What?
Val.
To be
In love, where scorn is bought with groans;
coy looks,
[mirth,
With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;

If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me
fool.

Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll

prove.

Pro. Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love.

Val. Love is your master, for he masters And he that is so yoked by a fool, [you: Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.

Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. And writers say, As the most forward
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, [bud
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste 1 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!
Val. As much to you at home! and so fare-
well!
[Exit VALENTINE.
Pro. He after honour hunts, 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.

* A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c.