In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, When no man was his own. Alon. Give me your hands: That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs, [To Fer. and Mir. These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil 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 Acknowledge mine. amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir! here are more of us. I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, Aside. This fellow could not drown: - Now, blasphemy, Ari. Was't well done? Pro. Bravely, my diligence! Thou shalt be free. shalt} Aside. cious sir? There are yet missing of your company 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. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say, if they be true!-This mis-shapen knave, His mother was a witch; and one so strong Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they Find this grand liquor, that hath gilded them? — 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. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Pro. Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it! your rest Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. And the particular accidents, gone by, To hear the story of your life, which must And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, draw near! EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPEKO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, 3 better, than a jade. Item, She can milk; look you,| Laun. Stop there! I'll have her: she was mine, and Enter SPEED. Speed How now, signior Launce? what news with your mastership? Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st. Laun. Fye on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not read. Laun. I will try thee: Tell me this: Who begot thee? Laun. Ay, that she can. Speed. Item, She brews good ale. Speed. Item, She hath more hair, than wit,— Speed. And more faults, than hairs,— Laun. That's monstrous: O, that that were out! Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well, I'll have her: And if it be a match, as nothing is impossible, Speed. What then? Laun. Why, then I will tell thee, stays for thee at the north gate. Speed. For me? Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath staid for a better man, than thee. Speed. And must I go to him? Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid so Laun. And thereof comes the proverb,-Blessing of long, that going will scarce serve the turn. your heart, you brew good ale. Speed. Item, She can sew. Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so? Speed. Item, She can knit. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your love-letters! [Exit. Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a secrets! - I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. wench, when she can knit him a stock? Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. Laun. A special virtue! for then she need not be washed and scoured. Speed. Here follow her vices. Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in respect of her breath. Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on! Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. SCENE II. [Exit. - The same. A room in the Duke's Enter DUKE and THURIO; PROTEUS behind. Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Pro. Gone, my good lord. Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.talk. Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, Pro. Longer, than I prove loyal to your grace, Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant, Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love How she opposes her against my will. crusts. Speed. Item, She is curst. Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman, Especially, against his very friend. Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; him, Your slander never can endamage him; Being entreated to it by your friend. Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: ifI can do it, Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from him, Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind; And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; But y For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; Duke. This discipline shows, thou hast been in love. To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in musick! To give the onset to thy good advice. Duke. About it, gentlemen! Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper, For he's a proper man. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose. A man I am, cross'd with adversity: My riches are these poor habiliments, Of which if you should here disfurnish me, You take the sum and substance that I have. Val. To Verona. 1 Out. Whence came you? 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there? Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have staid, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me. 10ut. What, were you banish'd thence? 2 Out. For what offence? Val. For that, which now torments me to rehearse: 1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so! Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction. 1 Out. We'll have him. Sirs, a word! It is an honourable kind of thievery. 2 Out. Tell us this? Have you any thing to take to? 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen, 2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, 2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you. Are you content to be our general? To make a virtue of necessity, And live, as we do, in this wilderness? 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have of- Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; 3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. [Exeunt. 30 SCENE II.-Milan. Court of the palace. Enter PROTEUS. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; Enter THURIO, and Musicians. Thu. How now, sir Proteus? are you crept before us? Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. Pro. Ay, Silvia, for your sake. Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it lustily a while! Host. Hark, what fine change is in the musick! Host. You would have them always play but one thing? Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me: he loved her out of all nick. Jul. Where is Launce? Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady. Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. [Exeunt Thurio and Musicians. Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Pro. That I may compass yours. Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this, — Enter Host, at a distance; and JULIA in boy's clothes. Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. Jul. But shall I hear him speak? Jul. Is he among these? let's hear 'em! Who is Silvia? what is she, Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless, That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? [Musick plays. And by and by intend to chide myself, That all our swains commend her? The heavens such grace did lend her, Is she kind, as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: To help him of his blindness; Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: Host. How now? are you sadder, than you were How do you, man? the musick likes you not. Host. Why, my pretty youth? Jul. He plays false, father. Host. How? out of tune on the strings? Even for this time, I spend in talking to thee. Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it; [Aside. Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, I am betroth'd. And art thou not asham'd To wrong him with thy importúnacy? Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth! Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdúrate, [Aside. But, since your falsehood shall become you well Jul. Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves my very To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Host. You have a quick ear. Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow Pro. As wretches have o'ernight, heart. Host. I perceive, you delight not in musick. Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so. That wait for execution in the morn. [Exeunt Proteus; and Silvia, from above. Jul. Host, will you go? 31 when a cur cannot keep himself in all compauies! I would have, as one should say, one, that takes upon him Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep. most day. Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night, SCENE III. The same. Enter EGLAMOUR. Egl. This is the hour, that madam Silvia Entreated me to call, and know her mind; There's some great matter, she'd employ me in. Madam, madam! SILVIA appears above, at her window. Egl. Your servant, and your friend; Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow! As full of sorrows, as the sea of sands, To bear me company, and go with me: Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; Which, since I know, they virtuously are plac'd, Recking as little, what betideth me, As much I wish all good befortune you. Sil. This evening coming. Egl. Where shall I meet you? Sil. At friar Patrick's cell, be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me, that he did, I think verily, he had been hanged for't; sure as I live, he had suffered for't: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemen-like dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there (bless the mark) a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. Out with the dog! says one; What cur is that? says another; Whip him out! says the third; Hang him up! says the duke. I, having been acquainted with the smell before, knew it was Crab; and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs: Friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the dog? Ay, marry do I, quoth he. You do him the more wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot of. He makes me no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for their servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat on the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed: I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered for't: thou think'st not of this now!-Nay, I remember the trick, you served me, when I took my leave of madam Silvia; did not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou see me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see me do such a trick? Enter PROTEUS and JULIA. Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please; - I will do what I can. Pro. I hope, thou wilt. - How now, you whoreson peasant? [To Launce. Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, sir,I carried mistress Silvia the dog, you bade me. Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a present. Pro. But she received my dog? Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I brought him back again. Pro. What, didst thon offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, sir, the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's boys in the marketplace: and then I offered her mine own; who is a dog as big, as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Or ne'er return again into my sight! Away, I say! Stay'st thou to vex me here? A slave, that, still an end, turns me to shame. Sebastian, I have entertained thee, [Exit Launce. Partly, that I have need of such a youth, But, chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour; [Exeunt. Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth; SCENE IV. The same. Enter LAUNCE, with his dog. When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you,it goes hard :one,that I brought up of a puppy one, that I saved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! I have taught him-even as one would say precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from my master; and I cane no sooner into the dining-chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, She loved me well, deliver'd it to me. Pro. Not so; I think, she lives. Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas? |