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In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,
That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command, without her power:
To take my life: two of these fellows you
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I
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?
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.
(Pointing to Caliban.
And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!
Pro, Go to; away!
Seb. Or stole it, rather. (Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Ari. Was't well done?
Pro.Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
For this one night; which (part of it, I'll waste
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
[ Aside. Take the earstrangely.
Pro. I'll deliver all;
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far oft. — My Ariel !-chick, -
That is thy charge; then to the elements
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
Which is most faint: Now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined 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,
mis-shapen knave,- Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
SPOKEX BY PROSPERO.
better, than a jade. Item, She can milk; look you, Laun. Stop there! I'll have her: she was mine, and a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands!
not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: ReEnter Speed.
hearse that once more! Speed How now, siguior Launce? what news with Speed. Item, She hath more hair, than wit, -your mastership?
Laun. More hair, than wit?-it may be; I'll prove it: Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sca. The cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it is Speed. Well, your old vice still: mistake the word. more, than the salt; the hair that covers the wit, is What news then in your paper?
more, than the wit; for the greater hides the less. Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st. What's next? Speed. Why, man, how black ?
Speed. And more faults, than hairs,Laun, Why, as black as ink.
Laun. That's monstrous: O, that that were out!
Speed. And more wealth, than fuults.
Well, I'll have her: And if it be a match, as nothing
Speed. What then?
for a better man, than thee. Laun. Ay, that she can.
Speed. And must I go to him? Speed. Item, She brews good ale.
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. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of yonr Speed. Item, She can sew.
[Exit. Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so? Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my letter : Speed. Item, She can knit.
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?
(Exit. Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. Laun. A special virtue! for then she need not be SCENE II. - The same. Aroom in the Duke's washed and scoured.
palace, Speed. Item, She can spin.
Enter Doke and THURTO; Proteus behind. Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, when she Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love you, can spin for her living.
Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight.
Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.
Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in re- A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, spect of her breath.
And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. Laun. Well
, that fault may be mended with a break- How now, sir Proteus ? Is your country man, fast. Read on!
According to our proclamation, gone?
Pro. Gone, my good lord.
Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. 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, Speed. Item, She is slow in words.
(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert) Laun. O villain, that set this down among her vices! Makes me the better to confer with thee. To be slow in words, is a woman's only virtue. I pray Pro. Longer, than I prove loyal to your grace, thee, out with't and place it for her chief virtue! Let me not live to look upon your grace! Speed. Item, She is proud.
Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I wondd effect Laun. Out with that too! It was Eve's legacy, and The match between sir Thurio and my daughter. cannot be taken from her.
lo, my lord. Speed. Item She hath no teeth.
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.
Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.
Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so.
Three things, that women highly hold in hate!
By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend. Speed, Item, She hath more hair, than wit, and more Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. faults, than hairs, and more wealth, than faults. Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do:
mould Duke Pro. Ponu Wri Mois
'Tis an ill office for a gentleman,
1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies. Especially, against his very friend.
2 Out. Peace!we'll hear him.
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,
You take thesum and substance that I have.
2 Out. Whither travel you?
Val. To Verona.
1 Out. Whence came you?
Val. From Milan.
3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?
Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have Which must be done, by praising me as much,
If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
Val. I was.
20ut. For what offence?
I kill'da man, whose death I much repent;
But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Without false vantage, or base treachery.
Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.
1 Out. Have you the tongues ?
Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy;
Orelse I often had been miserable.
3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar,
1 Out. We'll have him. Sirs, a word!
Speed. Master, be one of them!
Val. Peace, villain !
20ut. Tell us this? Have you any thing to take to? That may discover such integrity!
Val. Nothing, but my fortune.
Thrust from the company of awful men.
Myself was from Verona banished,
For practising to steal away a lady,
An heir, aut near allied unto the duke.
But to the purpose,- (for we cite our faults,
With goodly shape; and by your own report
A linguist; and a man of such perfection,
20ut. 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?
Say, ay, and be the captain of us all!
We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee,
Love thee, as our commander, and our king.
10ut. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest.
20ut. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have of
Provided, that you do no outrages
8 Oui. No, we detest such vile base practices.
Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews,
And shew thee all the treasure, we have got,
Val. My friends,
SCENE II. – Milan. Court of the palace.
Host. Hark, what fine change is in the musick!
Jul. Ay, that change is the spite.
Host. You would have them always play but one thing? And now I must beas unjust to Thurio.
Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, Under the colour of commending him
host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, often reI have access my own love to prefer;
sort unto this gentlewoman? But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me: he To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
loved heront of all nick. When I protest true loyalty to her,
Jul. Where is Launce? She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;
Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, by When to her beauty Icommend my vows,
his master's command, he must carry for a present to She bids me think, how I have been forsworn
his lady. In breaking faith with Julia, whom I lov’d.
Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts.
Pro. At saint Gregory's well.
ŠTE; And give some evening musick to her ear.
Silvia appears above, at her window.
$AS T Enter Taurio, and Musicians.
Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship!
Pro. Ono, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, 2.0 E
Sil. Sir Proteus, as Itake it. Thu. Whom? Silvia?
Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Pro. Ay, Silvia, - for your sake.
Sil. What is yonr will ? Thu. I thank you for yourown.- Now, gentlemen,
Pro. That I may compass yours.
Sil. You have your wish ; my will is even this, –
trie cholly; I pray you, why is it?
Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless, Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. To be seduced by thy flattery,
pon Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ? shall hear musick, and see the gentleman, Return, return, and make thy love amends!
2011 that you ask'd for, For me, – by this pale queen of night I swear,
And, Jul. But shall I hear him speak? I am so far from granting thy request,
doc Host. Ay, that you shall. That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit,
« por Jul. That will be musick.
[Musick plays. And by and by intend to chide myself, Host. Hark! hark!
Even for this time, I spend in talking to thee. Jul. Is he among these?
grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; Host. Ay; but peace, let's hear'em!
But she is dead.
Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it;
For, I am sure, she is not buried.
[ Aside. That all our swains commend her?
Sil.Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend,
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,
I am betroth’d. And art thou not asham'd
To wrong him with thy importúnacy?
Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave,
Assure thyself, my love is buried.
Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth!
Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence;
Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine ! Then to Silvia let us sing,
Jul. He heard not that.
[ Aside. That Silvia is excelling;
Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture, that is hanging in your chamber !
To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep: Host. How now? are you sadder, than you were be- For, since the substance of your perfect self fore?
Is else devoted, I am but a shadow; How do you, man? the musick likes you not.
And to your shadow I will make true love. Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. Jul. It'twere a substance, yon would, sure, deceive it
, Host. Why, my pretty youth ?
And make it but a shadow, as I am.
Aside. Jul. He plays false, father.
Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; Host. How? out of tune on the strings?
But, since yonr falsehood shall become you well Jul. Not so; but yet so falsc, that he grieves my very To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, heart-strings.
Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: Host. You have a quick ear.
And so, guod rest! Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow Pro. As wretches have o'ernight, heart.
That wait for execution in the morn. Host. I perceive, you delight not in musick.
[Exeunt Proteus; and Silvia, from above. Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
Jul. Host, will you go?
Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep.
when a car cannot keep himself in all compauies! I
would have, as one should say, one, that takes upon him Jul. Pray yon, where lies sir Proteus ? Host . Marry, at my house. Trust me I think, 'tis al- to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. Ir
I had not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me, most day. Jul. Not so; but ithath been the longest night,
that he did, I think verily, he had been hanged fort; That e'er I watch’d, and the most heaviest. (Exeunt. sure as I live, he had suffered for’t: you shall judge.
Hethrusts me himself into the company of three or four
gentlemen-like dogs, under the duke's table: he had Enter EGLAMOUR.
not been there (bless the mark) a pissing while, but all Egl. This is the hour, that madam Silvia
the chamber smelt him. Out with the dog! says one; Entreated me to call, and know her mind;
What cur is that? says another; Whip him out! says There's some great matter, she'd employ me in. - the third; Hang him up! says the duke. I, having Madam, madam!
been acquainted with the smell before, knew it was Silvia appears above, at her window.
Crab; and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs : Sil. Who calls ?
Friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the dog? Ay, Egl. Your servant, and your friend;
marry do 1, qnoth he. You do him the more wrong, One, that attends your ladyship’s command. quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot of. He makes
Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow! 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 pudI am thus early come, to know, what service
dings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been execnted: It is your pleasure to command me in.
I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, sil . O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
otherwise he had suffered for't: thou think'st not of (Think not, I flatter, for, I swear, I do not,)
this now! - Nay, I remember the trick, you served me, Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplished. when I took my leave of madam Silvia; did not Ibid Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
thee still mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;
see me heave up my leg, and make water against a genNor, how my father would enforce me marry tlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see me do such Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr'd.
Enter PROTEUS and Julia.
Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well,
And will employ thee in some service presently.
Pro. I hope, thou wilt. How now, you whoreson To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode;
(To Launce. And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
Where have you been these two days loitering?
Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia thedog, you
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. To keep me from a most unholy match,
Pro. But she received my dog?
him back again.
Pro. What, didst thon offer her this from me?
Laun. Ay, sir, the other squirrel was stulen from me
by the hangman's boys in the marketplace: and then That I may venture to depart alone.
I offered her mine own; who is a dog as big, as ten of
Or ne'er return again into my sight!
Away, I say ! Stay'st thou to vex me here?
A slave, that, stil) an end, turns me to shame.
[Exit Launce. Sil. This evening coming.
Sebastian, I have entertained thee,
Partly, that I have need of such a youth,
That can with some discretion do my business,
For’tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt;
But, chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour ;
Which (if my augury deceive me not)
Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go presently, and take this ring with thee,
Deliver it to madam Silvia !