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19 Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAX, STEPHANO,| Pro.

Go to; away! and TRISCULO, in their stolen apparel. Alon. Hence, and bestow your lugsage where Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let you found it. no man take care for himself; for all is but for- Seb. Or stole it rather. tune :--Coragio, bally-monster, Coragio!

(E.ceunt Cal, STE. and Trix. Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in Pro. Sir, I invite yourlighness, and your train, my head, here's a goodly sight.

To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest Cal. OʻSetebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste How fine my master is! I am afraid

With such discourse, as I pot doubt, sliall make it lle will chastise me.

Go quick away: the story of my life,
Ha, ha;

And the particular accidents, gone by, What things are these, my lor Antonio! Since I came to this isle: And in the morn, Will money buy them?

I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, dnt.

Very like; one of them where I have liope to see the nuptial
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. of these our dear-belov'd solemnized;
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my And thence retire me to niy Milan, where
lords,

[knave, Every third thought shall be my grave. Then say, if they be true :- This mis-shapen Alon. His mother was a witch; and one so strong To hear the story of your life, which must That could control the moon, make flows and Take the ear strangely. ebbs,

Pro.

I'll deliver all; And deal in her command, without her power: And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil and sail so expeditious, that shall catch (For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them Your royal fleet far ofl.-My Ariel.-chick,To take my life : two of these fellows you That is thy charge; then to the elements Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I Be free, and fare thou well!-(Aside. Please Acknowledge mine.

you, draw near.

[ Exeunt. Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Seb. He is drink now: Where had he wine?

EPILOGUE. Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they

SPOKEX BY PROSPERO. Find this grand liquorthat hath gilded thern?- Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Hw cain'st thou in this pickle?

And what strength I have's mine own, Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I which is most faint: now, 'tis true, saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of I must be here contin'd by you, my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?

Since I have my dukedom got, Sie. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell & cramp.

In this bare island, by your spell ;
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? But release me from my bands,
Ste. I should have been a sore one then. With the help of your good liands.
Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I Gentle breath of yours my sails
look'd on.

[Pointing to CALIBAN. Must fill, or else my project fails,
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Which was to please: Now I want
As in his shape :-Go, sirrah to my cell; Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
Take with you your companions; as you look And my ending is despair,
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Which pierces so, that it assaults
And seek for grace: What a thrice double ass Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

As you from crimes would pardon't be, And worship this dull fool ?

Let your indulgence set me free.

Two Gentlemen of Vrrona.

Persons Represented. DUKE of Milan, Father to Silvia.

PANTHiNO, Servant to Antonio, YALENTINE,} Gentlemen of Verona.

Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. PROTEUS

Outlaws. ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.

JULIA, a Lady of Verona, Velored by Proteus. Tuurio, a foolish Rival to Valentine.

Silvia, the Duke's Daughter, veloved by l'aientine. EOL AMOUR, Agent for Silvia in her escape.

LUCETTA, Waitinguomun to Julia.
SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine.
LAUNCE, Servant to Proteus.

Servants, Musicians.
SCENE—Sometimes in Veroxa; sometimes in MILAN: and on the frontiers of MAXTUA.
Art First .

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits;

Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days
SCENE I. An open Place in l'erona.

To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love

I rather would entreat thy company, Enter VALENTISK aud PROTEUS. To see the wonders of the world abroad, Val. CEASE to persuade, my loving I'rotoug; Than living dully sluggardiz'd at lawan,

Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive Milan.

(ready; therein,

Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd alEven as I would, when I to love begin. And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, adieu!

An if the shepherd be a while away. Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Speed. You conclude that my master is a Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel : shepherd then, and I a sheep? Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

Pro. I do. When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, If ever danger do environ thee, (danger, whether I wake or sleep. Cominend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.

Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.

Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by How young Leander cross'd the Hellegpont.

another. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and For he was more than over shoes in love. not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my

Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, master, and my master seeks not me: therefore
And yet you never swam the Hellespont. I am no sheep.
Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd,
boots.

the shepherd for food follows not the sheep Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not. thou for wages followest thy master, thy masPro.

What? ter for wages follows not thee: therefore thou Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought art a sheep. with groans;

Speed. Such another proof will make me cry Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading baa. moment's mirth,

Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : letter to Julia ? If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;

Speed. Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your If lost, why then a grievous labour won; letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced However, but a folly bought with wit, mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

my labour. Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a fool.

[prove. store of muttons. Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. were best stick her.

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you; Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best And he that is so yoked by a fool,

pound you. Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall servo

Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud me for carrying your letter.
The eating canker dwells, so eating love Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound,a pinfold.
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over
Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to Even so by Love the young and tender wit

your lover, Is turn'd to folly ; blasting in the bud,

Pro. But what said she? did she nod. Losing his verdure even in the prime,

[SPLED nods. And all the fair effects of future hopes.

Speed. I.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, Pro. Nod, I! why, that's noddy.
That art a votary to fond desire ?

Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: Once more adieu: my father at the road and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I: Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. Pro. And that set together is—noddy.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our it together, take it for your pains. leave.

Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the To Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, letter. Of thy success in love, and what news else Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear Betideth here in absence of thy friend; And I likewise will visit thee with mine. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Sperd. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; havVal Asmuch to you at home! and so farewell! ing nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.

[Exit VALENTINE. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow He leaves his friends, to dignify them more;

purse. I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; What said she? Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Speed. Open your purse, that the money and War with good counsel, set the world at nought the matter may be both at once delivered. Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What thought. said she?

[her. Enter SPEED.

Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win Speed, Sir Protelle, save you: Saw you my Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much master?

from her?

and over,

with you.

the way,

I pray;

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at allHe would have given it you, but I, being in from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: And being so hard to me Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your mind. Give her no Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! token but stones, for she's as hard as steel. Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? Pro. What, said she nothing?

To whisper and conspire against my youth? Speed. No, not so much as-lake this for thy Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, And you an officer fit for the place. you have testeru'd me; in requital whereof, There, take the paper, see it be return'd; henceforth carry your letters yourself; and so, Or else return no more into my sight. sir, I'll commend you to my master.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee
Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from than hate.
wreck;

Jul. Will you be gone?
Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Luc. That you may ruminate. [Erit.
Being destined to a drier death on shore :- Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the
I must go send some better messenger;

letter.
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, It were a shame to call her back again,
Receiving them from such a worthless post. And pray her to a fault for which I chíd her.

Exeunt. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid,
SCENE 11. The same. Garden of Julia's House. And would not force the letter to my view'!

Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.

Which they would have the profferer construe,
Jul. But say, Liicetta, now we are alone,

Ay.
Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love,
Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not un- That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,
heedfully.

And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
That every day with parle encounter me, When willingly I would have had her here!
In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? How angrily I taught my brow to frown,
Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile!
show my mind

My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
According to my shallow simple skill. And ask remission for my folly past :-
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Egla- What ho! Lucetta!
mour?

Re-enter LUCETTA.
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;
But, were I you, he never should be mine. Luc. What would your ladyship?

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? Jul. Is it near dinner time?
Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so, so. Luc. I would it were:
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Pro- That you might kill your stomach on yon meile
teus?

[us! And not upon your maid. Lac. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in Jul. What is't

you took up Jul. How now! what means this passion at So gingerly? his name?

(shame, Luc. Nothing Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing Jul. Why didst thou stoop theu ? That I, unworthy body as I am,

Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Jul. And is that paper nothing?

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? Luc. Nothing concerning me.
Luc. Then thus, of many good I think Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.
him best.

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
Jul. Your reason?

Unless it have a false interpreter.
Luc. I have no other but & woman's reason; Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in
I think him so, because I think him so.

rhyme.
Jud. And would'st thou have me cast my Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune :
love on him?

Give me a note : your ladyship can set. Lu... Ay, if you thought your love not cast Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: away.

Best sing it to the tune of Light ó love. Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. mov'd me.

Jul. Heavy? belike it hath some burden then. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best Luc. Ay: and melodious were it, would you loves ye.

sing it. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but Jul. And why not you? small.

{all. Luc. I cannot reach so high. Inc. Fire, that's closest keps, burns most of Jul. Let's see your song :-How now, minion? Jul. They do not love that do not show their Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing love.

it out: Luc. O, they love least, that let men know And yet methinks, I do not like this tune. their love.

Jul. You do not? Jul. I would, I knew his mind.

Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. Luc.

Peruse this paper, madam. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. Jul. To Julia.- Say, from whom ?

Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, Luc.

That the contents will show. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?

There wanteth but a mean to fill your song. Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly from Proteus :

base.

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