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In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,
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.
O look, sir, look, sir! here are more of us.
Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger:- Say, how came you hither? 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, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises 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 Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither.
Set Caliban and his companions free! Untie the spell!-[Exit Ariel.]
Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
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!
Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin.
To hear the story of your life, which must
Pro. I'll deliver all;
How fares my gra-And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
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
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
Which was to please: Now I want
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
Persons of the Dram a.
DUKE OF MILAN, father to Silvia.
PROTEUS gentlemen of Verona.
ANTONIO, father to Proteus.
THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine.
EGLAMOUR, agent for Silvia, in her escape. SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine. LAUNCE, servant to Proteus.
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. 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 danger,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers!
Val. And on a love-book pray for my success!
Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots! Fal. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.
Val. To be
In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks,
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
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 you: And he, that is so yoked by a fool,
Which pierces so, that it assaults
PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio.
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.
JULIA, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
SILVIA, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine. LUCETTA, waiting woman to Julia.
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud
Once more adieu! my father at the road
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love;
"Speed. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master?
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!
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, 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
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 your lover.
Pro. But what said she? did she nod?
Pro. Ned, 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, Iperceive, Imust be fain to bear with
Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; 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?
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. 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!
SCENE II.-The same. Garden of Julia's house.
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
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?
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.
of many good I think him best.
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And wouldst 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.
Luc. Peruse this paper, madam!
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from
He would have given it you, but I, being in the way,
Luc. That you may ruminate. Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the letter. It were a shame to call her back again, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view? Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, That, like atesty babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod ! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here! How angerly I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforced my heart to smile! My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask remission for my folly past:What ho! Lucetta!
Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. What would your ladyship? Jul. Is it near dinner-time?
Luc. I would it were;
That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid.
Jul. What is't you took up
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, Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided;
Please you, deliberate a day or two!
Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet knowest her not?
Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir? thee.
No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go.
Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you;
A C T II.
SCENEI.-Milan. An apartment in the Duke's palace.
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.
Speed. Sir, your glove.
Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.
Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but
Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!
Ah Silvia! Silvia!
Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!
Val. How now, sirrah?
Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?
Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.
Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a lovesong, like a Robin-redbreast; to walk alone,like one that hath the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A, B, C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money; and now you are metamorphos'd with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my
Val. Are all these things perceived in me?
Speed. Without you; nay, that's certain, for, without you were so simple, none else would; but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a physician to comment on your malady.
Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured.
Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well favoured.
Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.
Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count.
Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.
Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty. Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed. Val. How long hath she been deformed?
Speed. Ever since you lov'd her.
Val. I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful.
Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes:or your own had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus, for going ungartered! Val. What should I see then?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Speed. True, sir, I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.
Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Speed. I would you were set; so your affection would
Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves.
Speed. And have you?
Speed. Are they not lamely writ?
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them : - Peace, here she comes.
Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her. [Aside.
Val. Madam and mistress, a thousandgood-morrows. Speed. O, 'give you good even! here's a million of manners. [Aside. Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it him. [Aside. Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your ladyship.
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done.
I writ at random, very doubtfully.
Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel; And yet I will not name it: - and yet I care not;