Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where Where I have hope to see the nuptial should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? How cam'st thou in this pickle ? Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones I shall not fear fly-blowing. 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. Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on. [Pointing to Caliban. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape.-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions: as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass Pro. Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, To my poor cell where you shall take your rest : EPILOGUE. Spoken by Prospero. Unless I be reliev'd by prayer; As you from crimes would pardon'd be. SCENE,-Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan, and on the frontiers of Mantua. ACT I. SCENE I.-An open place in Verona. Enter Valentine and Proteus. Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus: Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, Even as I would, when I to love begin. Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest cess. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; For he was more than over shoes in love. Val. "Tis true; for you are over boots love, in And yet you never swam the Hellespont. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not. Pro. What? Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; [moment's mirth, Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; If lost, why then a grievous labour won: However, but a folly bought with wit, Or else a wit by folly vanquished. [fool. Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll Val. And writers say, As the most forward To Milan let me hear from thee by letters, Milan ! Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love : He leaves his friends to dignify them more; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought; [thought. Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with Enter Speed. Speed. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master? [for Milan. Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd already, And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away. Speed. You conclude, that my master is a shepherd, then, and I a sheep? Pro. I do. Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. [another. Pro. It shall go hard but I'll prove it by Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep. Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep. ["Baa." Speed. Such another proof will make me cry Pro. But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia? Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour ! Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons. Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. [pinfold. Pro. You mistake: I mean the pound, a Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over [your lover. 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to Pro. But what said she? [Speed nods.] Did she nod? and over, Pro. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word "noddy" for my pains. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Pro. Come, come; open the matter in brief: what said she? Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once delivered. Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she? [her. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win Pro. Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What! said she nothing? Speed. No, not so much as-"take this for thy pains." To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, [Exit Speed. SCENE II.-Verona. Garden of Julia's Ful. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, Luc. Please you, repeat their names, show my mind I'll Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name? Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing That I, unworthy body as I am, [shame, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? Luc. Then thus,-of many good I think Jul. Your reason? [him best. Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my [away. Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast Jul. Why, he, of all the rest, hath never mov'd me. [loves ye. Luc. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. love on him? [all. Luc. Fire that is closest kept, burns most of Peruse this paper, madam. [Gives a letter. "To Julia."-Say from whom? Ful. from Proteus. [way, He would have given it you; but I, being in the Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! There, take the paper; see it be return'd; Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee letter. It were a shame to call her back again, Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, According to my shallow simple skill. That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse, Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eg- And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod ! lamour ? [fine; How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat, and When willingly I would have had her here! But, were I you, he never should be mine. How angerly I taught my brow to frown, Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mer-When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! My penance is, to call Lucetta back, Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so And ask remission for my folly past.— Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Pro- What ho! Lucetta! teus? [us! Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in catio? [so. Luc. Re-enter Lucetta. What would your ladyship? Give me a note: your ladyship can set. Jal. As little by such toys as may be possible; Best sing it to the tune of "Light o' Love." Lac. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Jul. Heavy! belike it hath some burden, then? Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you ful. And why not you? [sing it. Luc. I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song. [Taking the letter.] How now, minion! Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. No, madam; it is too sharp. Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation ! [Tears the letter. Go, get you gone, and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd; And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. written Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, Re-enter Lucetta. Jul. If you respect them, best to take them Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down; Yet here they shall not lie for catching cold. Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights [son. Enter Antonio and Panthino. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your Ant. Why, what of him? Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; While other men, of slender reputation, Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: Some to the wars, to try their fortune there; Some to discover islands far away ; Some to the studious universities. For any, or for all these exercises, He said that Proteus your son 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 having known no travel in his youth. Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Whereon this month I have been hammering. Not being tried and tutor'd in the world : Pant. I think your lordship is not ignorant Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like [it, I will despatch him to the emperor's court. With other gentlemen of good esteem, [him. And, in good time :-now will we break with Enter Proteus. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Ant. How now! what letter are you reading Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two news. Of commendations sent from Valentine, Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, Ant. My will is something sorted with his Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee: No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.- [Exeunt Antonio and Panthino. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear The uncertain glory of an April day; Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you: And yet a thousand times it answers, No. ACT II. SCENE I.-Milan. A Room in the Duke's Val. [Silvia ! Speed. [Calling.] Madam Silvia! Madam Val. How now, sirrah! Speed. She is not within hearing, sir. Val. Go to, sir. Tell me, do you know Speed. She that your worship loves? Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain; |