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Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgivef la hacer pluckilishiglaneobis ftome upon you,

And justify you traitors; at this time
Unnatural though thou art!—Their understanding l'll tell no tules.
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide

Seb. The desil speaks in him. [Aside. Will shortly fill the reasonable shore,

5 Pro. No;lies foul and muddy.

Not one of them For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother That yet looks on me, or would know me: Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Ariel,

Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require Fetch me the hat and rapier in my


My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, I will disease me, and myself present,

10 Thou must restore.

[Erit Ariel. Alon. If thou be'st Prospero, As I was sometime Milan :- -quichly, spirit; Give us particulars of the preservation : Thou shalt e'er long be free.

llow thiou hast met us here, who three hours since [ Aricenters singing, and helps to attire him. Were wrech'd upon this shore; where I have lost, Where the bze sucks, there suck l;

15 How sharp the point of this remembrance is! In a couslip's bell I lie:

My dear son Ferdinand.
There I couch zchen owls do cry.

Pro. I am woe for't?, sir.
On the bat's back I do ty

Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience
After summer, merrily:

Says, it is past her cure. Merrily, merrily, shall I live note,

120 Pro. I rather think, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. You have not sought her help; of whose soft

grace, Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, thee;

And rest myself content. But yet thou shalt have freedom: So, so, so.

Alon. You the like loss? To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:

Pro. digreat to me, as late '; and, supportable There shalt thou tind the mariners asleep

To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, Than you may call to comfort you; for I Being awake, enforce them to this place; llave lost my daughter. And presently, I pr’ythee.

dlon. A daughter? Ari. 'I drink the air before me, and return 300 heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Or e'er your pulse beat.

[Exit. The king and queen there! That they were, I wish Gon. All torinent, trouble, wonder, and amaze- Muself were mudded in that oozy bed, [ter? ment

Where mysənlies. Whendid you lose yourdaughInhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Out of this fearful country!

35 At this encounter (lo so much admire, Pro. Behold, sir King,

That they devour their reason; and scarce think, The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero:

Their evés do offices of truth, their words For more assurance that a living prince

Are natural breath; but, howsoe'er you have Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; Been justled from your senses, know for certain, And to thee, and thy company, I bid

40 That I am Prospero, and that very

duke A hearty welcome.

Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Alon. Whe'r thou be'st he, or no,

(ponthis shore, where you werewrecked, was landOr some inchanted tritle to abuse me,

To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; [ed As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse For’tis a chronicle of day by day, Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, 45 Not a relation for a breakfast, nor The affliction of my mind amends, with which, Befitting this tirst ineeting. Welcome, sir; I fear, a madness held me: this must crave The cell's my court; here have I few attendants, (An if this be at all) a most strange story. And subjects none abroad: pray you look in; Thy dukedom I resign; and do intreat, [ Prospero My dukedom since you have given me again, Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should 50 I will requite you with as good a thing; Be living, and be here?

At least, bring forth a wonder to content ye, Pro. First, noble friend,

[To Gon. Is much as me my dukedom. Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FerBe measur'd, or contin'd.

dinund and Miranda playing at chess. Gon. Whether this be,

55 Nira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Or be not, I'll not swear.

Fer. No, my dearest love, Pro. You do yet taste

I wonld not for the world.

[wrangle, Some subtilties of the isle, that will not let you Mir. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you should Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends all: And I would call it fair play. But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, 601

Alon. If this prove [zaside to Seb. and Ant. A vision of the island, one dear son To drink the air, is an expression of swiftness of the same kind as to devour the way, in Henry VI. ? That is, I am sorry for it. To be woe, is often used by old writers to signify, to be sorry. Neaning, My loss is as great as yours, and has as lately happened to me.


Shall I twice lose.

Which but three glasses since, we gareout split, -Seb. À most high miracle!

Is tight and yare, anu bravely rigg'd, as when Fir. Ths'the seas threaten, they are merciful; We first put out to sea. I have curs'd them without cause.

dri. Sir, all this service Alon. Now all the blessings [Frdinand knels. 5 Have I done since I went. [.1side. Of a glad father compass thee about!

Pro. My tricksy? spirit! Arise, and say how triou cam'st here.

Alon.Thisearenotnaturalevents; theystrengthen Nird. ()! wonder!

From strange to stranger:--Say,how came you hiHow many goodly creatures are there here! Boats. lildid think,sir, I were well awake, (ther? How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, 106'd strive to tell you. We were dead asleep, That has such people in't!

Ind (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches, Pro. 'Tis new to thee.

[play Where, but even now, withstrangeandseveralnoises sbon. Whatis this maid, with whom thou wa tall Oi roaring, shriching, howling, singling chains, Your eldest acquaintance cannot be three hours: And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, Is she the goddess that hath sever'd 115, 15 Ve were awak'd; straightway, at liberty: And brought us thus together?

Where we, in all her trim, treshly beheld Er. Sir, she's mortal;

Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our rester But, by immortal Providence, she's mine: l'ap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please - you, I chose her, when I could not ask my father Even in a dreamı, were we divided from them, For his advice; nor thought I had one: she 20 Ind were brought moping hither. Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,

Ari. Was 't well done? Of whom so often I have heard renown,

Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou [Aside. But never saw before; of whom I have

shalt be free. Roceivá a second life, and second father

Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; This lady makes hiin to ine.

25.Ind there is in this business more than nature Alon. I am her's:

Was ever conduct of; sonie oracle But, oh, how oddly will it sound, that I

Must rectify our knowledge. Must ask my child forgiveness !

Pro. Sir, my liege, Pro. There, sir, stop;

Do not intest your mind with beating on Let us not burden our remembrance with 30 The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, An heaviness that's gone.

1 bich shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you Gon. I have inly wept,

[gods, Which to you shall seem probable) of every Or bould have spoke ere this. Look down, you These happen'd accidents: till wlien, be cheerful, And on this couple drop a blessed crown ; And think of each thing well. Come For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way 35

hither, spirit;

[Aside. Which brought us bither!

set Caliban and his companions free: Alon. I say, Amer, Gonzalo !

[issuel Gon. Was Milan thrust from Whilan, that his Untie the spell. How fares my gracious sir? Siould become kings of Naples? O, rejoice There are yet missing of your company Beyond a common joy; and set it down 10 some few odd lads that you remember not. With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, Did Claribel her husband tind at Tunis;

and Trinculo, in their stolen apparel. And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wite,

Ste. Every man shiit for all the rest, and let no Where he himself waslost; Prospero his dukedom, man take care for himself; for all is but fortune:In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, 45 Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!' When no man was his own.

Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my Alon. Give me your hands :

head, here's a goodly sight. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, Cal. ( Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! That duth not wish you joy!

How tine my master is! I am afraid Gon. Bu't so, Amen!

solle will chastise nie. Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatszcain Sch. Ha, ha; amazedly following.

What things are these, my lord Anthonio!
O look, sir, look, sir, here are more of us ! Will money buy them?
I prophesy'd, if a gallows were on land,

Ani. Very like; one of them
This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy, 55 Is a plain fish, and no doubt marketable.
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on hore: Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
Hast thou no mouth by land: What is the news? Then say,ifthey be true:- Thismisshapen knave-

Boats. The best news is that we have safely found His mother was a witch; and one so strong [ebbs, Our hing, and company: the next, our ship,- That could controul the moon, make flows and

For when perhaps should be read there. 2 That is, my clever, adroit spirit. 3 Conduct, for conductor. Beating may mean hammering, working in the mind, dwelling long upon. Corugio is an exclamation of encouragement. That is, honest. A true man is, in the language of that time, opposed to a thief. The sense is, Mark what these men wear', and say if they are honest.


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And deal in her command without her power; Ind worship this dull fool ? 'I bese three have robb’d me; ind this demi-devil Pro. Go to; away! (for he's a bastard one) had plotted with them Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where To take my lie: two of these tellows, you you for nd it. Must know, and own; this thing of darkness, I Stb. Or stole it, rather. Acknowledge mine.

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.

Tomy poor cell; where you shall take your rest Alon. Is not ui Steph no my drunken butler? For this one night; whichi (part of it) 'il waste Sb.He's drunknow: Where had he wine:[they With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it clon. AndT.inculo recling ripe: li hereshould 10 Go quick away; the story of my rife, Fin i this grand liqi or that hati gilded them :- And the particular accidents, gone by, How can’st thou in this pickle?

Since I came to this isle: and in the viorn, Trun. I have been in such a pickle since I saw I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, you last, that, I tear me, will never out of my Where I have hope to see the nuptials bene: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

15 Of these our dear beloved solemniz'd;
Sib. W how now, Stephano? [a cramp! And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Ste. ouch me not: I am not Stephano, but Every third thought shail be my grave.
Pro. Cou'd be king of the isle, sirrah?

Alon. I lovg
Ste. I should have been a sore one then. To hear the story of your life, which must
Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er iook'd on. 20 Take the ear strangely.

[Pointing to Cariban. Pro. I'll deliver all: Pro. lleis as disproportion'd in his m.nneis, And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, As in his shape:---Go, sirrah, to my cell;

And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Take with you your companions; as you look Your royal Heet tar ott. - My Ariel;-) To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. 25


[Aside. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, That is thy charge; then to the elements And seek ior grace: What a thrice-double ass Be free,and fart thou well! - Please you, draw near. Wao I, to take this drunkard for a god,

[Ertunt omnes. ' That is, I am all over a cramp. Prospero had ordered Ariel to shorten up their sin-zus with aged cramps. Touch not alludes to the soreness occasioned by them. In the next line, the speaker coniirms this me,

ning by a quibble on the word sore.



NOW ny charıs are all o'erthrown,

And tchat sirength 1 hare's mine our,
Which is most fant: now, 'tis irue,
I must be heri conji'd by you,
Or seru to Naples : Lit me not,
Since I have my dukedem got,
And; ardon'd ihe decerrer, drvell
In this bare island, by your spell;

Bui r luse me from my bands,
( With the help of your good hunds.

Gentle breath of yours my sails

Mut fill, or else my project fails,
50 W huch was to please: Now I want

Spirits to enjorce, urt to enchant:
And my ending is despair,

Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,
H hich pierces so, thut it assaults
55 Mercy itstly, and prets ali juults.

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


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DUKE OF Milan, father to Silvia,

SPEED, a clownish servant to l'alentine,

LAUNCE, the like to Protheus.
the two Gentlemen.

PANTHINO, servant to Anthonio.
ANTHONIO, father to Protheus.
THURIO, a foolish rival to l'alentine.

JULLA, a lady of Verona, beloved of Protheus. EGLAMOUR, agent for Silvia in her escape. SILVIA, the duke of Milun's daughter, bolored Host, where Julia lodges Milun.

of Vul ntine. OUT-LAWS.

LUCETTA, wuiting-woman to Julia.

Servants, Musiciuns.
SCENE, sometimes in l'erora ; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.

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Pro. I'pon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. An open place in Veronn.

Pal. That's on some shallow story of deep love, Enter l'alentine and Protheus.

How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Fal.CEASE to persuade, my loving Protheus ; Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love,

Home-keeping youth have ever homely 5 For he was more than over shoes in love. Wer't not, atfi ction chains thy tender davs (wits: Tal. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, And yet you never swom the Hellespont. I rather would intreat thy company,

Pro. Over the boots? nay,give me not the boots'. To see the wonders of the world abroad,

Vul. No, I will not; for it boots thee not. Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home,

Pro. Il hat? Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein,

groans ; Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moPro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!

ment's mirth, Think on thy Protheus, when thou, haply, seest 15 lith twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: Some rare note-worthy object in thiy travel: If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain; Wish me partaker in thy happiness, (ger,

It lost, why then a grievous labour won; When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy dan- Ilowever, but a folly bought with wit, liever danger do environ thee,

Or else a wit by folly vanquished. Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll Ful. And on a love book pray for my success. Pro.'Tislove you'llcavilat; Iam not love.[prove.

* Theobald pronounces this to be a proverbial expression, though now disused, signifying, Don't make a laughing-stock of me; don't play upon me. Mr. Steevens, however, is of opinion, that it might take its origin from a sport the country-people in Warwickshire use at their harvest home, where one sits as judge to try misdemeanors committed in harvest, and the punishment for the men is , to be laid on a bench, and slapped on the breech with a pair of boots. This they call giving them tke boots. He also adds, that the boots were an ancient engine of torture.

Val your lover.

with you.

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you; Pro. But dost thou hear? gav’st thou my letter And he that is so yoked by a fool,

to Julia? Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.

Speed. Ay, sir: I a lost mutton '; gave your letPro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud ter to her, a lac'd mutton; and she, a lac'd mutton”, The eating canker dwells, so eating love 5 gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Pro. Here's too sinall a pasture for such a store Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud of miuttons. Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

Speed. If the ground be over-charg'd, you were Even so by love the young and tender wit best stick her. Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud,

10 Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best Losing his verdure even in the prime,

pound you. And all the fair effects of future hopes.

Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, me for carrying your letter. That art a votary to fond desire ?

Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Once more adieu: my father at the road. 15 Speed. From a pound to a pin? Fold it over and Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.

over, Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to

Vul. Sweet Protheus, no; now let us take our At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters [leave. Pro. But what said she did she nod?[Speed nods. Of thy success in love, and what news else 20 Speed. I. Betideth here in absence of thy friend:

Pro. Nod, I? why that's noddy? And I likewise will visit thee with mine.

Speed. You mistook, sir; I said she did nod: Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! and you ask me, if she did nod; and I said I. Val. As much to you at home! and so farewell! Pro. And that set together, is—noddy.

[Erit. 25 Speed. Now you have taken the paips to set it Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love: together, take it for your pains.

[ter. He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the let, I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, 30 Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; havMade wit with musing weak, heart sick with ing nothing but the word noddy for my pains. thought.

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Enter Speed.

[master: Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Speed. Sir Protheus, save you: saw you my 35 Pro. Come, come, open the inatter in brief : Pro.But now he parted hence to embark for Milan. What said she? Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; Speed. Open your purse; that the money, and And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. the matter, may be both at once deliver'd.

Pro. Indeed, a sheep doih very often stray, Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What And if the shepherd be a while away.

40 said she? Speed. You conclude, that my master is a shep- Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. herd then, and I a sheep?

Pro. Why? couldst thou perceive so much from Pro. I do.

her? Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whe-Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from ther I wake or sleep,

45 ber: no, not so much as a ducket for delivering Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. your letter: And being so hard to me that brought Speed. This proves me still a sheep.

your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. for she's as hard as steel. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. 50 Pro. What, said she nothing?

Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you my master seeks not me: therefore I am no sheep. have testern'di me; in requital whereot, hence

Pro. The sheep for fodder follows the shepherd, forth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, PII the shepherd for the food follows not the sheep: 55 commend you to my master.

[wreck; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wages follows not thee; therefore thou art a sheep. Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Being destin'd to a drier death on shore:

· Speed calls himself a lost mutton, because he had lost his master, and because Protheus had been proving him a sheep. ?Cotgrave, in his English-French Dictionary, explains lac'd mutton by a girl of pleasure. A luc'd mutton was so established a name for a courtezan, that a street in Clerkenwell, which was much frequented by women of the town, was formerly called Mutton-lane. * Noddy was a game at cards. * That is, you have gratified me with a tester, testern, or testen, that is, with a sixpence.

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