Pro. I am wo* for't, Sir. I chose her, when I could not ask my father Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience For his advice; nor thought I had one: she Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, Of whom so often I have heard renown, Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, You have not sought her help; of whose soft But never saw before; of whom I have grace, For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, Alon. You the like loss? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portablet To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Alon. A daughter? O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, [I wish The king and queen there! that they were, Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire, That I am Prospero, and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely [landed, Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, Sir; This cell's my court: here have I few attend ants, And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. The entrance of the cell opens,and discovers FER- I would not for the world. Received a second life, and second father This lady makes him to me. Alon. I am her's: But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Pro. There, Sir, stop: Let us not burden our remembrances Gon. I have inly wept, Or should have spoken, ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown; Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo ! Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice Alon. Give me your hands: [To FER. and MIR. Re-enter ARIEL, with the MASTER and Boat- phemy, Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Our king, and company: the next our ship,Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split, Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you Is tight and yare,t and bravely rigged, as when should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove Ari. Sir, all this service We first put out to sea. Have I done since I went. Pro. My tricksy spirit! [Aside. [Aside. Alon. These are not natural events; they 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 [noises hatches, Ari. Was't well done? In his senses. † Ready. [Aside. Thou shalt be [Aside. Clever, adroit. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod: And there is in this business more than nature Pro. 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.-Come hither, spirit; [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free : Untie the spell. [Exit 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, 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. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, inHow fine my master is! I am afraid [deed! He will chastise me. Seb. Ha, ha; What things are these, my lord Antonio! Ant. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and no doubt, marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, [knave, Then say, if they be true :t-This misshapen His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control 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 Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine? 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. * Conductor. † Honest. 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. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise here- And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass 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, [it To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest To hear the story of your life, which must Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, 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. VOL. 1. ACT I. SCENE I.-An open place in Verona. Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS. 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 Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. Val. To be In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me Val. So by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Val. And writers say, As the most forward Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. leave. Of thy success in love, and what news else Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Val. As much to you at home! and so, fare- A bumorons punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c. I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; having nothing but the word, noddy, for my Pro. Beshrew* me, but you have a quick wit. Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with purse. thought. 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 shep-I herd, 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, a laced mutton;* and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons. Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. 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 over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to Pro. But what said she? did she nod? Speed. I. Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy.t 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? * A term for a courtezan. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: What said she? the matter, may be both at once delivered. Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and 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. 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 testern'd† 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, [Exeunt. 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, I Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and But, were I you, he never should be mine. us! Jul. How now! what means this passion at Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing 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 shows 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. Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. Jul. And why not you? Luc. I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song:-How now, minion? Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Luc. O, they love least, that let men know And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. Jul. Will you be gone? Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit. Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the It were a shame to call her back again, Jul. You do not? Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:* Luc. Indeed, I bid the baset for Proteus. [Tears the letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: [Exit. To be so anger'd with another letter. O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. I throw thy name against the bruising stones And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Becalm, good wind, blow not a word away, Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your fa- Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell tales here? [up. Jul. If you respect them, best to take them down: |