Caliban. 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?

Prospero.

Go to; away!

Alonso. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you

found it.

Sebastian. Or stole it, rather.

[Exeunt CAL. STE. and TRIN. Prosperò. 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 solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.

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

Prospero.

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 confined 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.

8 Applause; noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

JULIA, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.

SILVIA, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine.

LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia.

Servants, Musicians.

SCENE-Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-An open Place in Verona.
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.

Valentine. 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.

Proteus. 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.

Valentine. And on a love-book pray for my success. Proteus. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Valentine. That's on some shallow story of deep love. How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.

Proteus. That's a deep story of a deeper love; For he was more than over shoes in love.