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Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, |
and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel.
Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let
no man take care for himself; for all is but for-
tune:-Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!

Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.

Cal. O'Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed!
How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.

Seb.

Ha, ha;

What things are these, my lord Antonio!
Will money buy them?

Ant.
Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my
lords,
[knave,
Then say, if they be true:-This mis-shapen
His mother was a witch; and one so strong
That could control the moon, make flows and
ebbs,

And deal in her command, without her power:
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil
(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them
To take my life: two of these fellows you
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they

Pro.

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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,
For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste
To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest
With such discourse, as I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away: the story of my life,
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Since I came to this isle: And in the morn,
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Of these our dear-belov'd solemnized:
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon.

I long
Take the ear strangely.
To hear the story of your life, which must
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
Pro.
I'll deliver all;
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel-chick,-
Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please
That is thy charge; then to the elements
you, draw near.
Exeunt.

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?-Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
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 uot; 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 as strange a 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
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool?

Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
And what strength I have 's mine own,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples: Let me not,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
Since I have my dukedom got,
In this bare island, by your spell;
But release me from my bands,
Gentle breath of yours my sails
With the help of your good hands.
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please: Now I want
And my ending is despair,
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

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

Two Gentlemen of Verona.

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Persons Represented.

PROTEUS, Gentlemen of Verona.
ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.

THURIO, a foolish Rival to Valentine.
EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia in her escape.
SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine.
LAUNCE, Servant to Proteus.

PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio,
HOST, where Julia lodges in Milan.
Outlaws.

JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
SILVIA, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine.
LUCETTA, Waitingwoman to Julia.

Servants. Musicians.

SCENE-Sometimes in VERONA; sometimes in MILAN and on the frontiers of MANTUA.

Art First.

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
I rather would entreat thy company,
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home,

Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein,

Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine
adieu!

Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel:
Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy
[danger,
If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.
Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee.
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 in love,
And yet you never swam the Hellespont.
Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the
boots.

Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for
Milan.
[ready;

Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd al-
And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him.
Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray,
An if the shepherd be a while 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.
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by
another.

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 masWhat? ter for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.

Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not.

Pro.

Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought

with groans;

Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading
moment's mirth,

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.
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me
fool.

[prove.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you;
And he that is so yoked by a fool,
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Even so by Love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
That art a votary to fond desire?
Once more adieu: my father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our
leave.

To Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend;
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
Val As much to you at home! and so farewell!
[Exit VALENTINE.

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 time,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought:
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with
thought.

Enter SPEED.

my

Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my master?

Speed. Such another proof will make me cry

baa.

Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st 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 a 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.

Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound,a pinfold.
Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over

and over,

'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.

Pro. But what said she? did she nod.

Speed. I.

[SPEED nods.

Pro. Nod, I! why, that's noddy. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I: Pro. And that set together is-noddy. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.

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? Could'st thou perceive so much from her?

Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray.

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all Ile would have given it you, but 1, being in from her; no, not so much as a ducat for dethe way, livering your letter: And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your 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 pams. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testeru'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.

Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from wreck;

Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destined to a drier death on shore:-
I must go send some better messenger;
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II. The same. Garden of Julia's House.
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Luc. Please you, repeat their names, show my mind

I'll

According to my shallow simple skill. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? To whisper and conspire against my youth? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper, see it be return'd; Or else return no more into my sight. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.

Jul. Will you be gone?

Luc.

That you may ruminate. [Erit. Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the

letter.

It were a shame to call her back again,
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.
What fool is she, that knows I am a maid,
And would not force the letter to my view!
Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that
Which they would have the profferer construe,
Ay.

Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love,
That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!
How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
When willingly I would have had her here!
How angrily I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile!
My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
And ask remission for my folly past:-
What ho! Lucetta!

Re-enter LUCETTA.

Luc. What would your ladyship?
Jul. Is it near dinner time?
Luc. I would it were:

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; But, were I you, he never should be mine. Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so, so. Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Pro-That you might kill your stomach on your me [us! And not upon your maid.

teus?

Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in Jul. What is't you took up

Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name?

[shame,

Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing That I, unworthy body as I am, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? Luc. Then thus,of many good I think him best.

Jul. Your reason?

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 love on him?

Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.

Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me.

Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.

Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small.

[all.

Luc. Fire, that's closest kept, burns most of Jul. They do not love that do not show their love.

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

Jul. I would, I knew his mind.
Luc.
Peruse this paper, madam.
Jul. To Julia.-Say, from whom?
Luc.
That the contents will show.
Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?
Lac. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think,
from Proteus:

So gingerly?

Luc. Nothing.

LIBRERIA CIVIC CREMONA,

Jul. Why didst thou stoop then?
Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Jul. And is that paper nothing?
Luc. Nothing concerning me.

Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter.

Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.

Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note: your ladyship can set.

Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: Best sing it to the tune of Light of love.

Luc. 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
sing it.

Jul. And why not you?

Luc. I cannot reach so high.

Jul. Let's see your song:-How now, minion? Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing

it out:

And yet methinks, I do not like this tune.
Jul. You do not?

Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:
There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.

Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly

base.

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