Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, | 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! Seb. Ha, ha; What things are these, my lord Antonio! Ant. And deal in her command, without her power: 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. 19 Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or stole it rather. [Exeunt CAL. STE. and TRIN. I long EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?-Now my charms are all o'erthrown, 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 Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Persons Represented. PROTEUS, Gentlemen of Verona. THURIO, a foolish Rival to Valentine. PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio, JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. 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; 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 Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Val. "Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd al- Pro. I do. Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. 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 With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: [prove. Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud To Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love. 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. 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, 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, Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. What would your ladyship? 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. So gingerly? Luc. Nothing. LIBRERIA CIVIC CREMONA, Jul. Why didst thou stoop then? 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. 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. Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. |