Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;-
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, [blood,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,)
Woald bere have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Vanatural though thou art!-Their understanding
Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me :-Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell; [Exit Ari.
I will dis-case me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

ARIEL re-enters singing, and helps to attire Prospero.
Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck 1;
In a cowslip's bell I lie:

There I couch when owls do cry,
On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee;
But vet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.-
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And presently, I pr'y thee.

[Exit.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country!

Pro.

Behold, sir king,
The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero:
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.

Alon.
Whe'r thou beest he, or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and since I saw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave
(An if this be at all,) a most strange story.
Thy dakedom I resign; and do entreat Грего
Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should Pros-
Be living, and be here?

Pro.

First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot Be measur'd or confin'd.

Whether this be,

Gon.

Or be not, I'll not swear. Pro

You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends all:But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, (Aside to Seb. and Ant.) I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors; at this time I'll tell no tales.

Alon.

A daughter?

O heavens! that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
[ter?
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daugh-
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords,
At this encounter do so much admire,

That they devour their reason; and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but, howso'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely
Upon this shore, where you were wreck 'd, was landed,
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.

The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.

Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer.

I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should
And I would call it fair play.
[wrangle,
Alon.
If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.

Seb.

A most high miracle!

Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: I have curs'd them without cause. (Fer.kneels to Al.) Alon. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.

No, my dearest love,

Mira. O! wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

Pro. "Tis new to thee. [at play? Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And brought us thus together?

Fer. Sir, she's mortal; But, by immortal Providence, she's mine; I chose her, when I could not ask my father For his advice; nor thought I had one: she Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, Of whom so often I have heard renown, But never saw before; of whom I have Receiv'd a second life, and second father This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am her's: But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Must ask my child forgiveness!

There, sir, stop;

Pro. Let us not burden our remembrances With a heaviness that's gone.

Gon. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown;

Gon.

Be't so! Amen! Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.

O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us!
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown: Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Our king, and company; the next, our ship,Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when We first put out to sea.

(Aside.)

Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went. Pro. My tricksy spirit! Alon.These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger:-Say, how came you hiBoats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, [ther? I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches, Where,buteven now, with strange and several noises, Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither.

Was't well done?

Ari.

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be free.

Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod : And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of: some oracle

Must rectify our knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit; Set Caliban and his companions free : (A side.) Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gracious There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads, that you remember not. Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel.

[sir?

Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune :– 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.

Then say, if they be true:-This mis-shapen knave,—
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.

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,

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? [they Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should 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?

[cramp. Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a 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!

Pro.

Go to; away! [found it. Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you 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 For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste 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 Of these our dear-beloved solemnized; And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.

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Alon.

I long

To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.

Pro.

I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel ;—chick,—
That is thy charge; then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well ;-(aside.) Please you
draw near.
[Exeunt.
EPILOGUE.-Spoken by PROSPero.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own;
Which is most faint: Now, 'tis true,
I must be here coufin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples: Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island, by your spell;
But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

PERSONS

DEKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.
VALENTINE, Gentlemen of Verona.

PROTEUS,

ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.
Taurio a foolish Rival to Valentine.
EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia, in her escape.
SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine.
LAUNCE, Sereant to Proteus.

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, 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. Bat, 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 bead's-man, Valentine.

Act V, Scene 4.

PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio. Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. Out-laws.

JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.

SILVIA, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine.
LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia.
Servants, Musicians.

With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth,
tedious nights:
With twenty watchful, weary,
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. Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove.

Pro. "Tis love you cavil at; I am not love. Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: And he, that 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. At 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;

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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;
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

Enter SPEED.

Speed. Sir Proteus, save you : Saw you my master? Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for

Milan.

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.

[I wake or sleep. Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether 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 master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.

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. [best stick her. Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you. [for carrying your letter. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin ? fold it over and [lover. "Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Pro. But what said she? did she nod? Speed. I. [Speed nods.

over,

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.

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noddy.

Pro. And that set together, is Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.

[letter. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the 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. [said she? Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? Could'st 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.

pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. [wreck; Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from 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, Lacetta, 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, I'll shew According to my shallow simple skill. [my mind Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour? 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 Proteus? Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name?

Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, 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. [him? Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on 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 shews his love but small. Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their Jul. I would, I knew his mind. [love. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam. Say, from whom?

Jul. To Julia,

Laic.

That the contents will shew.

Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think,
from Proteus:

He would have given it you, but I, being in the way,
Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray.
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.

[hate.

Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than Jul. Will you be gone?

Luc.

That you may ruminate. [Exit. 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 humble, kiss the rod! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here!

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; That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid.

Jul.

What is't you took up

So gingerly?

Luc.

Nothing.

Jul.

Why didst thou stoop, then? Lac. To take a paper up, that I let fall. Jul. And is that paper nothing? Lavc. 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 o' 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 Jul. And why not you? [sing it. Letc. 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. 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.

[Exit.

Lac. She makes it strange; but she would be
best pleas'd
To be so anger'd with another letter.
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!
O hateful bands, to tear such loving words!
Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey,
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!
I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
And, here is writ-kind Julia;-unkind Julia!
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Look, here is writ--love-wounded Proteus:-
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd;
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down?
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Till I have found each letter in the letter,
Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,-
Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
To the sweet Julia; that I'll tear away;
And yet I will not, sith so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names;
Thas will I fold them one upon another;
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

Re-enter LUCetta.

Lac. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father Jul. Well, let us go.

[stays.

Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here?

Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. 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 you I see things too, although you judge I wink. [see; Jul. Come, come, wilt please you go? [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A Room in Antonio's house. Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.

Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pan. 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 impórtune 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 impórtune me to that, Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have consider'd well his loss of time; And how he cannot be a perfect man, Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world: Experience is by industry atchiev'd, And perfected by the swift course of time: Then, tell me, whether were I best to send him? Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the emperor in his royal court.

Ant. I know it well. [him thither: Pan. "Twere good, I think, your fordship sent There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; And be in eye of every exercise, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speediest execution

I will despatch him to the emperor's court.

Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don AlWith other gentlemen of good esteem, [phonso, Are journeying to salute the emperor, And to commend their service to his will.

Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And, in good time,-now will we break with him.

Enter PROTEUS.

Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life!
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn:
O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,
To seal our happiness with their consents!
O heavenly Julia!

[there? Ant. How now? what letter are you reading Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or Of commendation sent from Valentine, Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

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Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes How happily he lives, how well-belov'd, And daily graced by the emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wish.

Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;