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In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,
That could controal the moon, make flows and ebbs, When no man was his own.
And deal in her command, without her power: Alon. Give me your hands : [To Fer. and Mir. These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them That doth not wish you joy!
To take my life: two of these fellows you Gon. Be't so! Amen!
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain Acknowledge mine. amazedly following.
Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. O look, sir, look, sir! here are more of us.
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
Seb. He is drunk now; where had he wine?
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found How cam'st thou in this pickle?
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ?
Ste. O touch me not! I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Have I done, since I went. Aside.
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah ? Pro. My tricksy spirit !
Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen Alon. This is as strange a thing, as e'er I look'd on. From strange to stranger :-Say, how came you hither?
[Pointing to Caliban. Boats. If i did think, sir, I were well awake, Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, As in his shape: - Go, sirrah, to my cell; And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches, Take with you your companions; as you look Where, but even now, with strange and several noises To have my pardon, trim it handsomely! of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Wewere awak'd ; straightway, at liberty:
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
And worship this dull fool! Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Pro.Go to; away! Capering to eye her: Ona trice, so please you, Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
found it ! And were brought moping hither.
Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Ari. Was't well done?
Pro.Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Pro. Bravely, my diligence! Thou shalt Aside. To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest be free.
For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste Alon. This is as strange a maze, as e'er men trod : With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it And there is in this business more than nature Go quick away: the story of my life, Was ever conduct of: some oracle
And the particular accidents, gone by, Must rectify our knowledge.
Since I came to this isle. And in the morn, Pro. Sir, my liege,
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Aside. Take the earstrangely.
Pro. I'll deliver all; Untie the spell!- [Exit Ariel.) - How fares my gra- And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, cious sir?
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch There are yet missing of your company
Your royal fleet far off. - My Ariel ! – chick, Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
That is thy charge; then to the elements Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Be free, and fare thou well! – [Aside.] — Please you Trixculo, in their stolen apparel.
[Exeunt. 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!
EPILOGUE. Trin. If these be true spies which I wearin my head, here's a goodly sight.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! And what strength I have's mine own; How fine my master is! I am afraid
Which is most faint: Now, 'tis true, He will chastise me.
I must be here confined by you, Seb. Ha, ha!
Orsent to Naples: Let me not, What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Since) have my dukedom got, Will money buy them?
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell Ant. Very like; one of them
In this bare island, by your spell;
But release me from my bands,
Must fill, or else my project fails,
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Which was to please: Now I want
Which pierces so, that it assaults Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
Mercy itself, and frees all faults. And my ending is despair,
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Unlesss I be reliev'd by prayer;
Let your indulgence set me free!
TWO. GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
Person of the
of the Dr a m a. Duke of Milas, father to Silvia.
Paxtliro, servant to Antonio. VALENTINE,
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. PROTEUS gentlemen of Verona.
Out-laws. Antonio, father to Proteus.
Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. Thurio, a foolish rival to Valentine.
Silvia, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine. EGLAMOUK, agent for Silvia, in her escape.
Lucetta, waiting woman to Julia.
Methinks, should not be chronieled for wise.
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, I rather would entreat thy company,
Losing his verdure even in the prime, To see the wonders of the world abroad,
And all the fair effects of future hopes. Than, living dully sluggardiz’d at home,
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
That art a votary to fond desire?
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Of thy success in love, and what news else
And I likewise will visit thee with minc.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine !
Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell ! Val. And on a love-book pray for my success!
[Exit Valentine, Pro. Upon some book, I'll love, I'll pray for thee. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love;
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep 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,
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
Enter Speed. l'al. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.
Speed. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master ? Pro. What?
Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan.
Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already;
Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd
then, and I a sheep? However, but a folly bought with wit,
Pro. I do.
Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I
Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.
Pro. It shall go hard, batI'll prove it by another. In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew my sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my mind, master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep. According to my shallow simple skill.
Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour? shepherd for food follows not the sheep;thou for wages Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; followest thy master, thy master for wages follows But, were l you, he never should be mine. not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.
Jul. What think'st thou of therich Mercatio ? Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so.' Pro. But dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter to Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus? Julia ?
Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in us ! Speed. Ay, sir: 1, a lost mutton, gave your letter to Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name? her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave Luc. Pardon, dear madam ! 'tis a passing shame, me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
That I, unworthy body as I am, Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. muttons.
Jul. Why noton Proteus, as of all the rest ? Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best Luc. Then thus, of many good I think him best. stick her.
Jul. Your reason? Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; you.
I think him so, because I think him so. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? carrying your letter.
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small. lover.
Luc. Fire that is closest kept burns most of all. Pro. But what said she? did she nod? (Speed nods. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Speed. I.
Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their love. Pro. Nod, I ? why, that's noddy.
Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you Luc. Peruse this paper, madam! ask me, if she did nod: and I say, I.
Jul. To Julia, - Say, from whom? Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.
Luc. That the contents will shew. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it toge- Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? ther, take it for your pains !
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Proteus : Speed. Well, I perceive, Imust be fain to bear with He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, you.
Didin your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray ! Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.
To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,
Or else return no more into my sight! Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than hate. matter, may be both at once delivered.
Jul. Will you be gone?
[Exit. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her? Jul. And yet, I would, I had o’erlook'd the letter. Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her? It were a shame to call her back again, Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; And pray her to a fault for which ichid her. no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, and would not force the letter to my view? she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that her no token but stones! for she's as hard as steel." Which they would have the proflerer construe, Ay. Pro. What, said she nothing?
Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck; How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforced my heart to smile!
My penance is, to call Lucetta back, I must go send some better messenger;
And ask remission for my folly past : I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,
What ho! Lucetta! Receiving them from such a worthless post: [Exeunt.
Luc. What would your ladyship?
Luc. I would it were ;
That you might kill your stomach on your meat, Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? And not upon your maid. Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully. Jul. What is't you took up Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen,
So gingerly? That every day with parle encounter me,
Jul. Why didst thou stoop, then ?
SCENE IJI. — The same. A room in Antonio's Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall.
house. Jul. And is that paper nothing ?
Enter Antonio and PantaixO. Luc. Nothing concerning me.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Jul. Then let it lie for those, that it concerns ! Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Ant. Why, what of him?
While other men, of slender reputation,
Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to discover islands far away; Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. Some, to the studious universities. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. For any, or for all these exercises, Jul. And why not you?
He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;
And did request me, to impórtane you,'
In having known no travel in his youth.
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that, Luc. No, madam, it is too sharp.
Whereon this month I have been hammering. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
I have considered well his loss of time,
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Experience is by industry atchiev'd,
Then, tell me, whether were I best to send him?
Attends the emperor in his royal court. You would be fingering them, to anger me.
Ant. I know it well. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him pleas'd
thither: To be so anger'd with another letter.
(Exit. There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen, O hateful hands, to tear such loving words !
And be in eye of every exercise, Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings ! Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: l'll kiss each several paper for amends.
And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, And here is writ --- kind Julia; - unkind Julia! The execution of it shall make known; As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
Even with the speediest execution I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, Look, here is writ - love-wounded Proteus : With other gentlemen of good esteem, Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
Are journeying to salute the emperor, Shall lodgethee, will thy wound be throughly heal'd; and to commend their service to his will. And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
Ant. Good company! with them shall Proteus go : But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? And, in good time, - now will we break with him. Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Enter PROTEUS Till I have found each letter in the letter,
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life! Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: And throw it thence into the raging sea !
0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, - To seal our happiness with their consents ! Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus
O heavenly Julia! To the sweet Julia; that I'll tear away;
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? And yet I will not, sith so prettily
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two He couples it to his complaining names;
Of commendation sent from Valentine, Thus will I fold them one upon another;
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news! Re-enter LUCETTA.
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes
And daily graced by the emperor;
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish:
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
With Valentinus in the emperor's court;
What maintenance he from his friends receives, Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia? Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper? To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean. Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
Speed. Why, sir, I know her not. Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ;
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and Please you, deliberate a day or two!
yet knowest her not? Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir? thee.
Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured. No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough. Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd
Val. What dost thou know?
Pro. Thus have I shunn’d the fire, forfear of burning; voured.
vour infinite. Lest he should take exceptions to my love;
Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the And with the vantage of mine own excuse
other out of all count. Hath he excepted most against my love.
Pal. How painted ? and how out of count? 0, how this spring of love resembleth
Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that The uncertain glory of an April day;
no man counts of her beauty. Which now shews all the beauty of the sun,
Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty. And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed. Re-enter PanthinO.
Val. How long hath she been deformed ? Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you;
Speed. Ever since you lov'd her. He is in haste; therefore, I pray yon, go!
Val. I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I
Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine
eyes:or your own had the lights they were wont to have, SCENEI. — Milan. An apartment in the Duke's
chid at sir Proteus, for going ungartered! palace.
Val. What should I see then ?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deSpeed. Sir, your glove.
formity : for he, being in love, could not see to garter · Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.
his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but your hose.
Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last morVal. Ha ! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:- ning you could not see to wipe my shoes. Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !
Speed. True, sir, I was in love with my bed : I thank Ah Silvia! Silvia !
you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!
bolder to chide you for yours. Val. How now, sirrah?
Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
Speed. I would you were set; so your affection would
one she loves.
Speed. Are they not lamely writ?
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :- Peace, Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have here she comes. learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a
Enter Silvia. male-content; to relish a lovesong, like a Robin-red- Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet ! now breast; to walk alone,like one that hath the pestilence; will he interpret to her.
[ Aside. to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A, B, C; Val. Madam and mistress, a thousandgood-morrows. to weep, like a young wench that had buried her gran- Speed. O, 'give you good even! here's a million of dam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like manners.
[4side. one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one him.
Aside. of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of mo- Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; ney; and now you are metamorphos'd with a mistress, Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my Bat for my duty to your ladyship. master.
Sil. Ithank you,gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done. Val. Are all these things perceived in me?
Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off"; Speed. They are all perceived without you.
For, being ignorant to whom it goes, Val. Without me? they cannot.
I writ at random, very doubtfully. Speed. Without you; nay, that's certain, for, Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains ? without you were so simple, none else would; but you Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, are so without these follies, that these follies are Please you command, a thousand times as much : within you, and shine through you like the water in an And yet,urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a physi- sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the seqnel; cian to comment on your malady.
And yet I will not name it:- and yet I care not ;