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Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Are natural breath; but howsoe'er you have Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit Ariel. Been justled from your senses, know for certain, Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze That I am Prospero, and that very duke

Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us

strangely Out of this fearful country!

C'pon this shore, where you were wreck’d, was Pro. Behold, sir king,

landed, The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:

To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; For more assurance that a living prince

For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body: Not a relation for a breakfast, nor And to thee, and thy company, I bid

Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; A hearty welcome.

This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, Alon.

Whe'r: thou beest he, or no, And subjects none abroad: pray you look in. Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

My dukedom since you have given me again, As late I have been, I not know : thy pulse I will requite you with as good a thing; Beats, as of flesh and blood ; and since I saw thee, At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye The affliction of my mind amends, with which, As much as me my

dukedom. I fear, a madness held me: this must crave (An if this be at all) a most strange story.

The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FerThy dukedom I resign; and do entreat

DINAND and Miranda playing at chess. Thou pardon me my wrongs :-But how should

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.


No, my dearest love, Be living and be here?

I would not for the world.
First, noble friend,

Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should Let me embrace thine age; whose honor cannot

wrangle, Be measur’d, or confin'd.

And I would call it fair play.
Whether this be,

Or be not, I'll not swear.

A vision of the island, one dear son Pro.

You do yet taste Shall I twice lose. Some subtilties o'the isle, that will not let you Seb.

A most high miracle! Believe things cortain :-Welcome, my friends Fer. Tho' the seas threaten, they are merciful; all:

I have curs'd them without cause. But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

[Ferd. kneels to Alox. [Aside to SEB. and Ant.


Now all the blessings I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, Of a glad father compass thee about! And justify you traitors: at this time

Arise, and say how thou cam’st here. I'll tell no tales.


0! wonder! Seb.

The devil speaks in him. (Aside. How many goodly creatures are there here! Pro.

No:- How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother

That has such people in't! Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive


"Tis new to thee. Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require

Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,

at play? Thou must restore.

Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Alon.

If thou beest Prospero, Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, Give us particulars of thy preservation:

And brought us thus together? How thou hast met us here, who three hours since


Sir, she's mortal; Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost, But, by immortal Providence, she's mine; How sharp the point of this remembrance is!

I chose her, when I could not ask my father
My dear son Ferdinand.

For his advice; nor thought I had one: she
I am woea for't, sir.

Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Of whom so often I have heard renown,
Says, it is past her cure.

But never saw before; of whom I have
I rather think,

Received a second life, and second father
You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, This lady makes him to me.
For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,


I am hers:
And rest myself content.

But 0, how oddly will it sound, that I
You the like loss?

Must ask my child forgiveness !
Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable Pro.

There, sir, stop: To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Let us not burden our remembrances Than you may call to comfort you: for I

With a heaviness that's gone. Have lost my daughter.


I have inly wept, Alon. A daughter?

Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you O heavens! that they were living both in Naples,

gods, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish And on this couple drop a blessed crown; Myself were mudded in that oozy bed

For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Where my son lies. When did you lose your Which brought us hither! daughter?


I say, Amen, Gonzalo! Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue At this encounter do so much admire,

Should become kings of Naples ? 0, rejoice That they devour their reason; and scarce think

Beyond a common joy; and set it down Their eyes do offices of truth, their words With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage • Whether.

6 Sorry.

Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;


And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, How fine my master is! I am afraid In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,

He will chastise me. When no man was his own.


Ha, ha; Alon.

Give me your hands : What things are these, my lord Antonio?

[To Fer. and Min. Will money buy them? Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,


Very like, one of them That doth not wish you joy!

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Gon.

Be't so! Amen! Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain Then say, if they be true:' -—This mis-shapen knave, amazedly following.

His mother was a witch; and one so strong

That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us!

And deal in her command, without her power: I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,

These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil This fellow could not drown :-Now, blasphemy, That swear’st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore? (For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them

To take my life: two of these fellows you Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I

Acknowledge mine. Our king, and company: the next our ship,


I shall be pinch'd to death. Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Is tight and yare,' and bravely rigg'd, as when

Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine? We first put out to sea.

Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where Ari. Sir, all this service

should they Have I done since I went.

My tricksy spirit!

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?Alon. These are not natural events; they

How cam’st thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw strengthen From strange to stranger:-Say, how came you | bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,

Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but

a cramp. And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Where, but even now, with strange and several

Ste. I should have been a sore one then. noises

Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,

[Pointing to Caliban. And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,

Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, We were awak’d; straightway, at liberty:

As in his shape:-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld

Take with you your companions; as you look Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you,

To Lave my pardon, trim it handsomely.

P36. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Even in a dream, were we divided from them,

And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass And were brought moping hither.

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

Was't well done?
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou Aside.

And worship this dull fool?

Go to; away!
shalt be free.

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where
Alom. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod;
And there is in this business more than nature

Seb. Or stole it, rather.
Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.

[Exeunt Cal., STE., and Trin.

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Pro.

Sir, my liege,

To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it

For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable) of every

Go quick away: the story of my life,

And the particular accidents gone by, These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful,

Since I came to this isle: And in the morn, And think of each thing well.—Come hither, I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, spirit;

[Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free:

Where I have hope to see the nuptial

Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.] How fares my And thence retire me to my Milan, where

gracious sir? There are yet missing of your company

Every third thought shall be my grave.

Alon. Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

To hear the story of your life, which must Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, Take the ear strangely. and Trisculo, in their stolen apparel. Pro.

I'll deliver all; Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, man take care for himself; for all is but fortune: And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!

Your royal fleet far off.—My Ariel;—chick, Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my That is thy charge; then to the elements head, here's a goodly sight.

Be free, and fare thou well!—[Aside.] Please you draw near.

[Exeunt. * Ready. * Clever, adroit. • Conductor.

1 Honest.

you found it.

I long

EPILOGUE.-Spoken by ProsPERO.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own; Which is most faint : now, 'tis true, I must be here con fined 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, With the help of your good hands. * Applause; noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.

Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please : Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ;

my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.



} Gentlemen of Verona.

DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.

Panthixo, Servant to Antonio. VALENTINE,

Host where Julia lodges in Milan.

Arrox10, Father to Proteus.
Tuurio, a foolish Rival to Valentine.

Julia, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. EGLAMOCR, Agent for Silvia in her Escape.

Silvia, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine. SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine.

Lucetta, Waiting-woman to Julia.
LAUNCE, Servant to Proteus.

Servants, Musicians.
SCENE, sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the Frontiers of Mantua.


SCENE I-An open Place in Verona. If lost, why then a grievous labor won;

However, but a folly bought with wit,

Or else a wit by folly vanquished. Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits:

Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. Wer't not affection chains thy tender days

Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. To the sweet glances of thy horfor'd love,

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: I rather would entreat thy company,

And he that is so yoked by a fool, To see the wonders of the world abroad,

Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Than living dully sluggardiz’d at home,

Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. The eating canker dwells, so eating love But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Inhabits in the finest wits of all. Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Even so by love the young and tender wit Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Is turn’d to folly; blasting in the bud, Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

Losing its verdure even in the prime, When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, And all the fair effects of future hopes. If ever danger do environ thee,

But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, That art a votary to fond desire ? For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

Once more adieu: my father at the road Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Expects my coming, there to see me shipp’d. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love. Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. At Milan let me hear from thee by letters,

Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; Of thy success in love, and what news else For he was more than over shoes in love.

Betideth here in absence of thy friend; Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And I likewise will visit thee with inine. And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

Pró. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.' Val. As much to you at home! and so farewell! Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.



Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love: Val.

To be He leaves his friends to dignify them more; In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. looks,

Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: War with good counsel, set the world at nought; If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;

Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with 1 A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c.



my mind

Enter SPEED.

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from

her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: saw you my letter: And being so hard to me that brought your master?

mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's Milan.

as hard as steel. Speed. Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already; Pro. What, said she nothing? And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

Speed. No, not so much as -take this for thy Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you An if the shepherd be awhile away.

have testern'd' me; in requital whereof, henceforth Speed. You conclude that my master is a shep- carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend herd then, and I a sheep?

you to my master. Pro. I do.

Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep.

Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Being destined to a drier death on shore:-
Speed. This proves me still a sheep.

I must go send some better messenger;
Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,
Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Receiving them from such a worthless post.
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another.

[Exeunt. Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and SCENE II.— The same. Garden of Julia's house. niy master seeks not me; therefore, I am no sheep. Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd,

Enter Julia and LUCETTA. the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa.

Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedPro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter


Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, to Julia?

Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?

every day with parle encounter me, to her, a laced mutton;' and she, a laced mutton,

Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labor.

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons.

According to my shallow simple skill.

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.

Luc. As of a knight well spoken, neat and fine; But were

I Pro. Nay, in that you are astray, 'twere best

you, he never should be mine. Jul

. What think’st thou of the rich Mercatio? ! pound you.

Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so, so. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve

Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? me for carrying your letter. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold.

Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us!

Jul How now! what means this passion at his Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and

name? 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your That I, unworthy body as I am,

Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, lover. Pro. But what said she? did she nod?

Should censures thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? [SPEED nods.

Luc. Then thus,Speed. I.

of many good I think him

best. Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy."

Jul. Your reason ? Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod:

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. Pro. And that set together, isnoddy.

I think him so, because I think him so.

Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.

on him?

Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.

Jul. Why, he of all the rest, hath never mov'd me. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear

Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having

Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.

Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.

Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their

love. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

Jul. I would I knew his mind. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: What


Peruse this paper, madam. said she ?

Jul. To Julia, Say, from whom? Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and


That the contents will show. the matter, may be both at once delivered. Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What

Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, said she?

from Proteus: Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. He would have given it you, but I, being in the way,

Pro. Why ? Couldst thou perceive so much Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. from her ?


with you.

3 A game at cards.
Given me a sixpence.

• Pase sentence.

2 A term for a courtezan.

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