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Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Thou’rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and Says it is past her care. Yoa brotbermine, tbat entertain'd ambition, [blood, Pro.
I rather think, Espell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian, You have not sought her help; of whose soft
grace (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,) For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, Woold bere bave kill'd your king ; I do forgive ibee, And rest myself content. Lanatural though thou art!—Their understanding Alon.
You the like loss? Begios to swell, and the approaching tide
Pro. As great to me, as late ; and, portable Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
To make the dear loss, bave I means much weaker That pow lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, Than you may call to comfort you; for I That yet looks on me, or would know me :-Ariel, Have lost my daughter. Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell; [Exit Ari. Alon.
A daughter? I will dis-case me, and myself present,
O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit; The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Thou shalt ere long be free.
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed [ter?
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughARIEL re-enters singing, and helps to attire Prospero.
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords, Ari, Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
At this encounter do so much admire,
That they devour their reason; and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but, howso'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee; Upon this shore, where you were wreck d, was lauded, Bot yet thou shalt bave freedom: so, so, so.-
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; To the king's ship, invisible as thou art :
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
This cell's my court: bere have I few attendants, And presently, I pr’ythee.
And subjects none abroad : pray you, look in.
(Exit. I will requite you with as good a thing;
The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FerThe wronged dake of Milan, Prospero:
DINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess. For more assurance that a living prince
Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false. Does dow speak to thee, I embrace thy body; Fer.
No, my dearest love, And to thee, and thy company, I bid
I would not for the world. A bearty welcome.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, And I would call it fair play.
[wrangle, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
A vision of the island, one dear son
A most high miracle ! I fear, a madness held me: this must crave
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: (An if this be at all,) a most strange story. I have curs'd them without cause.( Fer.knerlsto Al.) Thy dakedom I resign; and do entreat
Now all the blessings
Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, Gen.
Whether this be, That has such people in't! Or be not, I'll not swear.
'Tis new to thee. [at play? Pro You do yet taste
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three lours: Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends all: - Is she the goddess that bath sever'd us, But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, And brought us thus together! (A side to Seb, and Ant.) Fer.
Sir, she's mortal; I bere could plack bis bighness' frown upon you, But, by immortal Providence, she's mine ; And justify you traitors; at this time
I chose her, when I could not ask my father I'll jell no tales.
For his advice; nor thought I bad one: she Seb. The devil speaks in bim. (Aside.) Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, Pro.
Of whom so often I bave heard renown,
I am her's:
But o, how oddly will it sound, that I Alon.
If thou beest Prospero, Must ask my child forgiveness ! Give as particolars of thy preservation:
There, sir, stop; How tboa bast met us here, who three hours since, Let us not burden our remembrances Were wreck'd upon this sbore; where I have lost, | With a heaviness that's gone. Hor sharp the point of this remembrance is!
I have inly wept, My dear sou Ferdinand.
Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, Pro.
I am woe for't, sir. And on this couple drop a blessed crown;
If this prove
For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Then say, if they be true:- This mis-shapen knare,Which brought as hither!
His mother was a witch; and one so strong Alon.
I say, Amen, Gonzalo! That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue And deal in her command, without her power : Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice These three have robb'd me: and this demi-devil Beyond a common joy; and set it down
(For he's a bastard one,) bad plotted with them With gold on lastiog pillars : In one voyage To take my life: two of these fellows you Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
Acknowledge mine. Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, Cal.
I shall be pinch'd to death. In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler ? When no man was his own.
Seb. He is drunk pow: where bad he wine? (they Alon. Give me your hands : (To Fer.and Mir.) Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where shoald Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, Find this grand liquor, that bath gilded them ?That doth not wish you joy!
How cam'st thou in this pickle ? Gon.
Be't so! Amen! T'rin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you Re-enter ARTEL, with the Master and Boatswain last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I amazedly following.
shall not fear fly-blowing: O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us !
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ? (cramp. I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
Ste. O, touch me pot; I am not Stepbano, but a This fellow could not drown: Now, blasphemy, Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore? Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? Alon. Tbis is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
(Pointing to Caliban.)
To have my pardon, trim it bandsomely.
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Have I done since I went.
(Aside.) And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Pro.
My tricksy spirit!) Was 1, to take this drunkard for a god,
Go to; away! [found it. Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, (ther? Alon. Hence, and bestow your laggage where you I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, Seb. Or stole it rather. (Exeunt Cal. Šte. and Trin. And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches, Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Where, buteven now, with strange and several noises, To my poor cell : where you shall take your rest Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, For this one night; wbich (part of it,) I'll waste And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, sball make it We were awak’d; straightway, at liberty: Go quick away: the story of my life, in all her trim, freshly beheld
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Of these our dear-beloved solemnized ;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
I long Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod: To bear the story of your life, which must And there is in this business more than nature Take the ear strangely. Was ever conduct of: some oracle
I'll deliver all; Must rectify our knowledge.
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, Pro.
Sir, my liege, And sail so expeditious, that sball catch Do not infest your mind with beating on
Your royal fleet far oft.-My Ariel ;-chick, The strangeness of this business ; at pick'd leisure, That is thy charge; then to the elements Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you Be free, and fare thou well ;-(aside.) Please you (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every
[Exeunt. These happen'd accidents : till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-Come bither, spirit;
EPILOGUE.-Spoken by Prospero. Set Caliban and his companions free: (A side.) Now my charms are all o'ertbrown, Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel. ] How fares my gracious And wbat strength I have's mine own; There are yet missing of your company [sir ?
Wbich is most faint: Now, 'tis true, Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
I must be bere confin'd by you, Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel.
Since I have my dukedom got, Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell man take care for himself; for all is but fortune :
In this bare island, by your spell; Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!
But release me from my bands, Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my With the help of your good bands. head, bere's a goodly sight.
Gentle breath of yours my sails Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! Must fill, or else my project fails, How fine my master is ! I am afraid
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; Will money buy them?
Which pierces so, that it assaults Ant. Very like; one of them
Mercy itself, and frees all faults. Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Let your indulgence set me free.
Act V, Scene 4.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Deke or MILAN, Father to Silvia.
PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio. VALENTINE,
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.
JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Protous.
Silvia, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine. ESLANOUB, Agent for Silvia, in her escape
LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia.
With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, SCENE I.-An open Place in Verona.
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights :
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll I rather would entreat thy company,
prove. To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Pro. "l'is love you cavil at; I am not love. Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home,
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: Wear oat ihy youth with shapeless idleness. And he, that is so yoked by a fool, Bat, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise. Eren as I would, when I to love begin.
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Pro. Wilt thou begone ? Sweet Valentine, adieu! The eating canker dwells, so eating love Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Inhabits in the finest wits of all. Some rare pote-worthy object in thy travel :
Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Wish me partaker in ihy happiness,
Is eaten by the canker ore it blow,
Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
Pré. That's a deep story of a deeper love ; Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take ourleave,
Of thy success in love, and what news else
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Vd.
To be Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell. la love, where scorn is bought with groans ; coy looks,
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love;
He leaves his friends, to dignify them more ; pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll comMade me neglect my studies, lose my time, mend you to my master.
(wreck; War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought. Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destined to a drier death on shore :-
I must go send some better messenger;
[Exeunt. Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already;
SCENE II.— The same. Garden of Julia's House. And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray,
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. An if the shepherd be awhile away.
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Speed. You conclude that my master is a shep-Would’st thou then counsel me to fall in love? herd then, and I a sheep?
Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully. Pro. I do.
(I wake or sleep. Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, Speed. Why then my horns are bis horns, whether That every day with parle encounter me, Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew Pro. True ; and thy master a shepherd. According to my shallow simple skill. [my mind Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour? Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the But, were I you, he never should be mine. sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep. Luc. Well of his wealth; but of bimsell, so, so.
Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in us! for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages Jul. How now! what means this passion at his follows not thee : therefore, thou art a sheep.
name? Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Luc. Pardon, dear madam ; 'tis a passing shame,
Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter That I, unworthy body as I am, to Julia?
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Speed. Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? to her, a laced mutton; and sbe, a laced mutton, Luc. Then thus, — of many good I think him gave me, a lost muttou, nothing for my labour. Jul. Your reason?
(best Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; of muttons.
(best stick her. I think him so, because I think him so. [him? Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were Jul. And would'st thou bave me cast my love on
Pro. Nay, in that you are astray ; 'twere best Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast awag. pound you.
(for carrying your letter. Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me Luc. Yei he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pipfold. Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small. Speed. From a pound to a pin ? "fold it over and Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, barns most of all.
[lover. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their Pro. But what said she ? did she nod?
Jul. I would, I knew bis mind.
[lore. Speed. I. [ Speed nods. Luc,
Peruse this paper, madam. Pro. Nod, I; why, that's noddy.
Jal. To Julia,--Say, from whom? Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and Luc.
That the contents will shew. you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.
Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Pro. And that set together, is noddy.
Luc. Sir Valentine's page ; and sent, I think, Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it
from Proteus : together, take it for your pains.
[letter. He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!
Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; hav- Now, trust me, 'tis an oflice of great worth, ing nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. And you an ofticer fit for the place. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Or else return no more into my sight. [hale. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than What said she?
Jul. Will you be gone? Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Luc.
That you may ruminate.
[Erit, matter, may be both at once delivered. (said she? Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the letter.
Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What It were a shame to call her back again,
Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, her?
And would not force the letter to my view ? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your which they would have the profferer construe, dy. letter: And being so hard to me that brought your Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling That, like a testy babe, will scratch the purse, her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's And presently, all humble, kiss the rod! as hard as steel.
How churlisbly I chid Lucetta beuce, Pro. What, said she nothing ?.
When willingly I would have had her bere! Speed. No, not so much as - take this for thy | How angrily 1 taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales My penance is, to call Lacetta back,
here? And ask remission for my folly past :
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them ap. What bo! Lacetta!
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Re-enter LUCETTA.
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them. Luc.
What would your ladyship? Lm. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you Jul. Is it near dinner-time?
I see things too, although you judge I wink. (see; Lac.
I would it were; Jul. Come, come, wilt please you go? [Exeunt. That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid.
Scene III.—The same. A Room in Antonio's house. Jal. What is't you took up
Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. So gingerly?
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Luc. Nothing.
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Jud.
Why didst thou stoop, then ? Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteas, your son. Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall.
Ant. Why, what of him? Jul. And is thai paper nothing?
He wonder'd, that your lordship Luc.
Nothing concerning me. Would sufler bim to spend his youth at home; Jal. Then let it lie for those, that it concerns. While other men, of slender reputation,
Lur. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Pat forth their sons, to seek preferment out: l'nless it have a false interpreter.
Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;
For any, or for all these exercises,
And did request me, to importune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home, Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. Which would be great impeachment to his age, Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you In having known no travel in his youth. Jul. And wby not you?
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that, Lac.
I cannot reach-so high. Whereon this month I have been hammering. Jal. Let's see your song:-How now, minion? I have consider'd well his loss of time;
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And how he cannot be a perfect man, And yet, methinks. I do not like this tune.
Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world : Jul. You do not?
Experience is by industry atchiev'd, Luc. No, madam, it is too sharp.
And perfected by the swift course of time: Jr. You, minion, are too saucy.
Then, tell me, whether were I best to send him? Luc. Nay, now you are too fat,
Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: How his companion, youthful Valentine, There wanteth but a mean to fill your song. Attends the emperor in his royal court. Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Ant. I know it well.
[him thither : Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.
Pan. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me, There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Here is a coil with protestation !-( Tears the letter.) Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie:
And be in eye of every exercise, You would be fingering them, to anger me.
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Loc. She makes it strange; but she would be Ant. Iike thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd : best pleas'd
And, that thou inay'st perceive how well I like it, To be so anger'd with another letter. (Exit. The execution of it shall make known;
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! Even with the speediest execution O bateful bands, to tear such loving words! I will despatch him to the emperor's court. Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don AlAnd kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings ! With other gentlemen of good esteem, [phonso, I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
Are journeying to salute the emperor, and, here is writ-kind Julia;unkind Julia ! And to commend their service to his will. As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go : I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And, in good time,-now will we break with him. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life!
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn:
O heavenly Julia !
(there? Except mine own pame; that some whirlwind bear Ant. How now? what letter are you reading Cato a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Of commendation sent from Valentine, [two Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. To the street Julia; that I'll tear away;
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes And yet I will not, sitb so prettily
How happily he lives, how well-belov’d, He couples it to his complaining names;
And daily graced by the emperor; Thas will I fold them one upon another;
Wisbing me with him, partner of his fortune. Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, Re-enter LUCETTA.
And not depending on his friendly wish. Lze. Madum, dipner's ready, and your father Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish : Jul. Well, let us go.
[stays. / Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;