And feeke for grace: what a thrice double Affe

Was I to take this drunkard for a god?

And worship this dull foole?

Pro. Goe to, away.

(found it.

Alo. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you
Seb. Or ftole it rather.

Pro. Sir, I inuite your Highneffe, and your traine
To my poore Cell: where you fhall take your reft
For this one night, which part of it, Ile wafte
With fuch difcourfe, as I not doubt, shall make it
Goe quicke away: The story of my life,
And the particular accidents, gon by

Since I came to this Ifle: And in the morne
I'le bring you to your ship, and fo to Naples,

EPILOGVE,

fpoken by Profpero.

Now my Charmes are all ore-throwne,
And what ftrength I haue's mine owne.

Which is most faint: now 'tis true
I must be beere confinde by you,
Or fent to Naples, Let me not
Since I baue Dukedome
my
got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare Island, by your Spell,
But release me from my bands
With the belpe of your good bands:
Gentle breath of yours, my Sailes
Muft fill, or else my proiect failes,
which was to pleafe: Now I want
Spirits to enforce: Art to incbant,
And my ending is defpaire,
Valeffe I be relieu'd by praier
Which pierces fo, that it affaults

Mercy it felfe, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your Indulgence fet me free.

Nymphes

20

Valentine: Protheus, and Speed.

Valentine.

Eafe to perfwade, my louing Protheus ;
Home-keeping-youth, haue euer homely wits,
Wer't not affection chaines thy tender dayes
To the fweet glaunces of thy honour'd Loue,

I rather would entreat thy company,

To fee the wonders of the world abroad,
Then (liuing dully fluggardiz'd at home)
Weare out thy youth with shapeleffe idleneffe.

But fince thou lou'ft; loue ftill, and thriue therein,
Euen as I would, when I to loue begin.

Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine ad ew,
Thinke on thy Protheus, when thou (hap❜ly) seest
Some rare note-worthy obiect in thy trauaile.
With me partaker in thy happineffe,

When thou do'ft meet good hap; and in thy danger, (If euer danger doe enuiron thee)

Commend thy grieuance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beadef-man, Valentine.

Val. And on a loue-booke pray for my fucceffe?
Pro. Vpon fome booke I loue, I'le pray for thee.
Val. That's on fome fhallow Storie of deepe loue,
How yong Leander croft the Hellefpont.

Pro. That's a deepe Storie, of a deeper loue, For he was more then ouer-fhooes in loue.

Val. 'Tis true; for you are ouer-bootes in loue,

And yet you neuer fwom the Hellefpont.

Pro. Ouer the Bootes? nay giue me not the Boots.
Val. No, I will not; for it boots thee not.
Pro. What?

(grones:

Val. To be in loue; where fcorne is bought with Coy looks, with hart-fore fighes: one fading moments With twenty watchfull, weary, tedious nights; If hap'ly won, perhaps a haplesse gaine;

If loft, why then a grieuous labour won;

How euer but a folly bought with wit,

Or elfe a wit, by folly vanquished.

(mirth,

Pro. So, by your circumftance, you call me foole.
Val. So, by your circumftance, I feare you'll proue.
Pro. 'Tis Loue you cauill at, I am not Loue.
Val. Loue is your mafter, for he masters you;
And he that is fo yoked by a foole,

Me thinkes fhould not be chronicled for wife.
Pro. Yet Writers fay; as in the sweetest Bud,
The eating Canker dwels; fo eating Loue
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. And Writers fay; as the most forward Bud

Is eaten by the Canker ere it blow,
Euen fo by Loue, the yong, and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blafting in the Bud,
Loofing his verdure, euen in the prime,
And all the faire effects of future hopes.
But wherefore wafte I time to counfaile thee
That art a votary to fond defire?
Once more adieu: my Father at the Road
Expects my comming, there to fee me ship'd.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee Valentine.

Val. Sweet Protheus, no: Now let vs take our leaue :
To Millaine let me heare from thee by Letters
Of thy fucceffe in loue; and what newes elfe
Betideth here in abfence of thy Friend:
And I likewife will vifite thee with mine.

Pro. All happineffe bechance to thee in Millaine.
Val. As much to you at home: and fo farewell.
Pro. He after Honour hunts, I after Loue;
He leaues his friends, to dignifie them more;

Exit.

I loue my felfe, my friends, and all for loue:
Thou Iulia thou haft metamorphis'd me:
Made me neglect my Studies, loofe my time;
Warre with good counfaile; fet the world at nought;
Made Wit with mufing, weake; hart fick with thought.
Sp. Sir Protheus: 'faue
you: faw
you my
Mafter?
Pro. But now he parted hence to embarque for Millain.
Sp. Twenty to one then, he is ship'd already,
And I haue plaid the Sheepe in loofing him.

Pro. Indeede a Sheepe doth very often stray,
And if the Shepheard be awhile away.

Sp. You conclude that my Mafter is a Shepheard then, and I Sheepe?

Pro. I doe.

Sp. Why then my hornes are his hornes, whether I wake or fleepe.

Pro. A filly anfwere, and fitting well a Sheepe.
Sp. This proues me ftill a Sheepe.

Pro. True: and thy Mafter a Shepheard.

Sp. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.

Pro. It fhall goe hard but ile proue it by another.

Sp. The Shepheard feekes the Sheepe, and not the Sheepe the Shepheard; but I feeke my Mafter, and my Mafter feekes not me: therefore I am no Sheepe.

Pro. The Sheepe for fodder follow the Shepheard, the Shepheard for foode followes not the Sheepe: thou for wages followeft thy Mafter, thy Mafter for wages followes not thee: therefore thou art a Sheepe.

Sp. Such another proofe will make me cry baâ. Pro. But do'st thou heare: gau'st thou my Letter to Iulia?

Sp. I

Pro. Nod-I, why that's noddy.

Sp. You miftooke Sir: I fay fhe did nod; And you aske me if she did nod, and I fay I. Pro. And that fet together is noddy.

Sp. Now you haue taken the paines to fet it together, take it for your paines.

Pro. No, no, you shall haue it for bearing the letter. Sp. Well, I perceiue I must be faine to beare with you. Pro. Why Sir, how doe you beare with me? Sp. Marry Sir, the letter very orderly, Hauing nothing but the word noddy for my paines. Pro. Befhrew me, but you haue a quicke wit.

Sp. And yet it cannot ouer-take your flow purse. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in briefe; what faid the.

Sp. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter may be both at once deliuered.

Pro. Well Sir: here is for your paines: what faid she? Sp. Truely Sir, I thinke you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? could't thou perceiue fo much from her? Sp. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; No, not fo much as a ducket for deliuering your letter: And being fo hard to me, that brought your minde; I feare the'll proue as hard to you in telling your minde. Giue her no token but stones, for she's as hard as fteele. Pro. What faid she, nothing?

Sp. No, not fo much as take this for thy pains: (me; To teftifie your bounty, I thank you, you haue ceftern'd In requital whereof, henceforth, carry your letters your felfe; And fo Sir, I'le commend you to my Mafter.

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to faue your Ship from wrack, Which cannot perish hauing thee aboarde,

Being deftin'd to a drier death on shore:

I muft goe fend fome better Messenger,
I feare my Iulia would not daigne my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthlesse poft.

Scana Secunda.

Enter Iulia and Lucetta.

Iul. But fay Lucetta (now we are alone) Would't thou then counfaile me to fall in loue? Luc. I Madam, so you stumble not vnheedfully. Iul. Of all the faire refort of Gentlemen, That every day with par'le encounter me,

Exit.

In thy opinion which is worthiest loue?
Lu. Please you repeat their names, ile fhew my minde,
According to my shallow fimple skill.

Iu. What thinkft thou of the faire fir Eglamoure?
Lu. As of a Knight, well-fpoken, neat, and fine;
But were I
you, he neuer fhould be mine.
Iu. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?
Lu. Well of his wealth; but of himselfe, fo, fo.
Iu. What think'ft thou of the gentle Protheus?
Lu. Lord, Lord: to fee what folly raignes in vs.
Iu. How now? what meanes this paffion at his name?
Lu. Pardon deare Madam, 'tis a paffing shame,
That I (vnworthy body as I am)

Should cenfure thus on louely Gentlemen.

Iu. Why not on Protheus, as of all the reft?

Lu. Then thus: of many good, I thinke him best.
Iul. Your reason?

Lu. I haue no other but a womans reafon :

I thinke him fo, because I thinke him fo.

Iul. And would't thou haue me caft my loue on him?
Lu. I: if you thought your loue not caft away.
Iul. Why he, of all the reft, hath neuer mou'd me.
Lu. Yet he, of all the reft, I thinke beft loues ye.
Iul. His little fpeaking, fhewes his loue but small.
Lu. Fire that's closest kept, burnes most of all.
Iul. They doe not loue, that doe not shew their loue.
Lu. Oh, they loue least, that let men know their loue.
Iul. I would I knew his minde.
Lu. Perufe this paper Madam.
Iul. To Iulia: fay, from whom?
Lu. That the Contents will fhew.
Iul. Say, fay: who gaue it thee?

Lu. Sir Valentines page : & fent I think from Protheus;
He would haue giuen it you, but I being in the way,
Did in your name receiue it: pardon the fault I pray.
Iul. Now (by my modefty) a goodly Broker:
Dare you prefume to harbour wanton lines?
To whisper, and confpire against my youth?
Now trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,
And you an officer fit for the place:
There: take the paper: fee it be return'd,
Or elfe returne no more into my fight.

Lu. To plead for loue, deferues more fee, then hate.
Iul. Will ye be gon?

Lu. That you may ruminate.

Iul. And yet I would I had ore-look'd the Letter;

It were a fhame to call her backe againe,
And pray her to a fault, for which I chid her.
What 'foole is fhe, that knowes I am a Maid,
And would not force the letter to my view?
Since Maides, in modefty, fay no, to that,
Which they would haue the profferer conftrue, I.
Fie, fie: how way-ward is this foolish loue;
That (like a teftie Babe) will scratch the Nurse,
And prefently, all humbled kiffe the Rod?
How churlishly, I chid Lucetta hence,
When willingly, I would haue had her here?
How angerly I taught my brow to frowne,

When inward ioy enforc'd my heart to smile?
My pennance is, to call Lucetta backe
And aske remiffion, for my folly paft.
What hoe: Lucetta.

Lu. What would your Ladiship?
Iul. Is't neere dinner time?

Lu. I would it were,

That you might kill your ftomacke on your meat,

Exit.

And

And not vpon your Maid.

Iu. What is't that you

Tooke vp fo gingerly?
Lu. Nothing.

Iu. Why didft thou stoope then?

Lu. To take a paper vp, that I let fall.
Iul. And is that paper nothing?

Lu. Nothing concerning me.

Iul. Then let it lye, for thofe that it concernes. Lu. Madam, it will not lye where it concernes, Vnleffe it haue a falfe Interpreter.

Iul. Some loue of yours, hath writ to you in Rime. Lu. That I might fing it (Madam) to a tune: Giue me a Note, your Ladifship can fet

Iul. As little by fuch toyes, as may be poffible:

Beft fing it to the tune of Light 0, Loue.

Lu. It is too heauy for fo light a tune.

Iu. Heauy? belike it hath fome burden then?

Lu. I and melodious were it, would you fing it, Iu. And why not you?

Lu. I cannot reach so high.

Iu. Let's fee your Song:

How now Minion?

Lu. Keepe tune there ftill; fo you will fing it out: And yet me thinkes I do not like this tune.

Iu. You doe not?

Lu. No (Madam) tis too sharpe.

Iu. You (Minion) are too faucie.

Lu. Nay, now you are too flat;

And marre the concord, with too harsh a defcant:
There wanteth but a Meane to fill your Song.

Iu. The meane is dround with you vnruly base.
Lu. Indeede I bid the bafe for Protheus.

Iu. This babble fhall not henceforth trouble me;
Here is a coile with protestation:

Goe, get you gone: and let the papers lye:
You would be fingring them, to anger me.

Lu. She makes it fträge, but she would be beft pleas'd To be fo angred with another Letter.

Iu. Nay, would I were fo angred with the famc:
Oh hatefull hands, to teare fuch louing words;
Iniurious Wafpes, to feede on fuch fweet hony,
And kill the Bees that yeelde it, with your ftings;
Ile kiffe each feuerall paper, for amends:
Looke, here is writ, kinde Iulia: vnkinde Iulia,
As in reuenge of thy ingratitude,

I throw thy name against the bruzing-ftones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy difdaine.
And here is writ, Loue rounded Protheus.
Poore wounded name: my bofome, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly heal'd;
And thus I fearch it with a foueraigne kiffe.

But twice, or thrice, was Protheus written downe :
Be calme (good winde) blow not a word away,
Till I haue found each letter, in the Letter,

Except mine own name: That, fome whirle-winde beare
Vnto a ragged, fearefull, hanging Rocke,
And throw it thence into the raging Sea.

Loe, here in one line is his name twice writ:

Poore forlorne Protheus, passionate Protheus:

To the fweet Iulia: that ile teare away :

And yet I will not, fith fo prettily

He couples it, to his complaining Names;

Thus will I fold them, one vpon another;

Now kiffe, embrace, contend, doe what you will.

Lu. Madam: dinner is ready: and your father ftaies.

Iu. Well, let vs goe.

Lu. What, fhall thefe papers lye, like Tel-tales here?
Iu. If you refpect them; beft to take them vp.
Ln. Nay, I was taken vp, for laying them downe.
Yet here they fhall not lye, for catching cold.

Iu. I fee you haue a months minde to them.
Lu. I (Madam) you may fay what fights you fee;

I fee things too, although you iudge I winke.
Iu. Come, come, wilt please you goe.

Scana Tertia.

Enter Antonio and Panthino. Protheus.

Ant. Tell me Pantbino, what sad talke was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the Cloyster? Pan. 'Twas of his Nephew Protheus, your Sonne. Ant. Why? what of him?

Pan. He wondred that your Lordship
Would fuffer him, to spend his youth at home,
While other men, of flender reputation

Put forth their Sonnes, to feeke preferment out.
Some to the warres, to try their fortune there;
Some, to discouer Islands farre away :
Some, to the ftudious Vniuerfities;
For any, or for all these exercises,

He faid, that Protheus, your fonne, was meet;
And did request me, to importune you

To let him spend his time no more at home;
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In hauing knowne no trauaile in his youth.

Exeunt.

Ant. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that Whereon, this month I haue bin hamering. I haue confider'd well, his loffe of time, And how he cannot be a perfect man, Not being tryed, and tutord in the world: Experience is by industry atchieu'd, And perfected by the fwift course of time: Then tell me, whether were I best to send him? Pan. I thinke your Lordship is not ignorant How his companion, youthfull Valentine, Attends the Emperour in his royall Court.

Ant. I know it well.

(thither,

Pan. 'Twere good, I thinke, your Lordship fent him There fhall he practife Tilts, and Turnaments; Heare fweet difcourfe, conuerfe with Noble-men, And be in eye of euery Exercise

Worthy his youth, and noblenesse of birth.

Ant. I like thy counfaile: well haft thou aduis'd:
And that thou maist perceiue how well I like it,
The execution of it shall make knowne;

Euen with the speedieft expedition,

I will dispatch him to the Emperors Court.

Pan. To morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonfo, With other Gentlemen of good esteeme

Are iournying, to falute the Emperor,

And to commend their feruice to his will.

Ant. Good company: with them fhall Protheus go:
And in good time: now will we breake with him.
Pro. Sweet Loue, fweet lines, fweet life,
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for loue, her honors paune ;

O that our Fathers would applaud our loues To feale our happineffe with their confents.

Pro. Oh heauenly Iulia.

Ant. How now? What Letter are you reading there? Pro. May't please your Lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendations fent from Valentine; Deliuer'd by a friend, that came from him.

Ant. Lend me the Letter: Let me fee what newes. Pro. There is no newes (my Lord) but that he writes How happily he liues, how well-belou'd, And daily graced by the Emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

Ant. And how ftand you affected to his wish? Pro. As one relying on your Lordships will, And not depending on his friendly with.

Ant. My will is fomething forted with his wifh:

Mufe not that I thus fodainly proceed;

For what I will, I will, and there an end:

I am refolu'd, that thou shalt spend some time

With Valentinus, in the Emperors Court:

What maintenance he from his friends receiues,

Like exhibition thou shalt haue from me,

To morrow be in readineffe, to goe,

Excufe it not for I am peremptory.

Pro. My Lord I cannot be fo foone prouided,

Please you I deliberate a day or two.

Ant. Look what thou want'ft fhalbe fent after thee:

No more of stay to morrow thou must goe;

Come on Pantbmo; you fhall be imployd,

To haften on his Expedition.

Pro. Thus haue I fhund the fire, for feare of burning,

And drench'd me in the fea, where I am drown'd.

I fear'd to fhew my Father Iulias Letter,

Leaft he should take exceptions to my loue,

And with the vantage of mine owne excufe
Hath he excepted most against my loue.
Oh, how this fpring of loue refembleth
The vncertaine glory of an Aprill day,
Which now fhewes all the beauty of the Sun,
And by and by a clowd takes all away.

Pan. Sir Protheus, your Fathers call's for you,
He is in haft, therefore I pray you go.
Pro. Why this it is: my heart accords thereto,
And yet a thousand times it answer's no.

Excunt.

Finis.

Val. Goe to, fir, tell me : do you know Madam Siluia? Speed. Shee that your worship loues?

Val. Why, how know you that I am in loue? Speed. Marry by thefe ipeciall markes: first, you haue learn'd (like Sir Protbeus) to wreath your Armes like a Male-content: to rellish a Loue-fong, like a Robin-redbreaft to walke alone like one that had the peftilence: to figh, like a Schoole-boy that had loft his A. B. C. to weep like a yong wench that had buried her Grandam : to faft, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one that feares robbing to fpeake puling, like a beggar at Hallow-Maffe: You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cocke; when you walk'd, to walke like one of the Lions when you fafted, it was prefently after dinner : when you look'd fadly, it was for want of money: And now you are Metamorphis'd with a Miftris, that when I looke on you, I can hardly thinke you my Mafter.

Val. Are all these things perceiu'd in me?
Speed. They are all perceiu'd without ye.
Val. Without me? they cannot.

Speed. Without you? nay, that's certaine : for without you were fo fimple, none else would: but you are fo without these follies, that these follies are within you, and fhine through you like the water in an Vrinall: that not an eye that fees you, but is a Phyfician to comment on your Malady.

Val. But tell me : do'ft thou know my Lady Siluia? Speed. Shee that you gaze on fo, as fhe fits at fupper? Val. Haft thou obferu'd that? euen fhe I meane.

Speed. Why fir, I know her not.

Val. Do'st thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'ft her not?

Speed. Is the not hard-fauour'd,

fir?

Val. Not fo faire (boy) as well fauour'd.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

Val. What doft thou know?

Speed. That thee is not fo faire, as (of you) well-fauourd?

Val. I meane that her beauty is exquifite, But her fauour infinite.

Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the o

ther out of all count.

Val. How painted? and how out of count?

Speed. Marry fir, fo painted to make her faire, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How efteem'ft thou me? I account of her beauty. Speed. You neuer faw her fince she was deform'd.

Val. How long hath the beene deform'd?

Speed. Euer fince you lou'd her.

Val. I haue lou'd her euer fince I saw her,

And ftill I fee her beautifull.

Speed. If you loue her, you cannot fee her.
Úal. Why?

Speed. Becaufe Loue is blinde: O that you had mine eyes, or your owne eyes had the lights they were wont to haue, when you chidde at Sir Protheus, for going vngarter'd.

Val. What should I fee then?

Speed. Your owne prefent folly, and her paffing deformitie for hee beeing in loue, could not fee to garter his hofe; and you, beeing in loue, cannot fee to put on your hofe. (ning Val. Belike (boy) then you are in loue, for laft morYou could not fee to wipe my fhooes.

Speed. True fir: I was in loue with my bed, I thanke you, you swing'd me for my loue, which makes mee the bolder