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Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze-, The entrance of th cell opens, and iscurers FERment
DINAND and Minasala fitying at ch s.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play ne false.
No, my dearest love, The wrong'd Duke of Milan, Prospero:
I would not for the world. For more assurance that a living prince
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should Does now speak to thee, 1 einbrace thy body:
wrangle, And to thee, and thy company, I bid
And I would call it fair play,
prove Aon. Whe'rs thou beest he, or no,
A vision of the island, one dear son Or some enchanted trille to abuse me,
Shall I twice lose. As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
A most high miracle! Beats, as of Hesh and blood; and since I saw thee,
Fer. Tho' the seas threaten, they are merciful; The attiction of my mind amends, with which,
I have curs d then without cause. I fear, a madness held me: this inust crave
F?!), knee! to A LON. (An if this be at all) a most strange story.
Now all the blessings Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat
Of a glad father compass thee about ! Thou pardon me my wrongs: – But how should Arise, and say how thou canst here. Prospero
0! wonder! Be living and be here?
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
'Tis new to thee. Gun. Whether this be,
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast Or be not, I'll not swear.
at play? Pro.
You do yet taste Your eld’st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, Believe things certain : --- Welcome, my friends and brought us thus together? all:
Sir, she's mortal; But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, But, by immortal Providence, she's mine, 1 Aside to Seg. and Axt.
I chose her, when I could not ask my father I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, For his advice; nor thought I bau one: she And justify you traitors: at this time
Is daughter to ihis famous duke of Milan, I'll tell no tales.
Of whom so often I have heard renown, Seb.
The devil speaks in him. (Aside. But never saw before; of whom I have Pro.
Received a second lite, and second father
I am hers: Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
But o, how oddly will it sound, that I My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Must ask my child forgiveness ! Thou must restore.
There, sir, stop: Alon. If thou beest Prospero,
Let us not burden our remembrances Give us particulars of thy preservation :
With a heaviness that's gone. How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
I have inly wept, Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you lost,
gods, How sharp the point of this remembrance is! And on this couple drop a blessed crown; My dear son Ferdinand.
For it is you, that have chalk d forth the way Pro.
I am woes fort, sir. Which brought us hither! Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience
I say. Amen, Gonzalo ! Says, it is past fier cure.
G017. Was Milan thrust froin Milan, that his issue Pro. I rather think,
Should become kings of Naples ! O, rejoice You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, Beyond a common joy: and set it down For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,
With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage And rest myseli' content.
Did Claribel her husband tind at Tumis; Alon.
You the like loss! And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, Pro. As great to me, as late ; and, portable Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker In a poor isle ; and all of us, ourselves, Than you may call to confort you: for I
When no man was his own. Have lost my daughter.
Give me your hands : Alon. A daughter?
|To Fxr. and Mina. O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish That doth not wish you joy! Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Be't so! Amen! Where my son lies. When did you lose your Re-enter Aniel, with the Master and Boatswain
daughter? Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
amuzeily following. At this encounter do so much admire,
O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! That they devour their reason; and scarce think I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, Their eyes do oflices of truth, their words
This fellow could not drown:- Now, blasphemy, Are natural breath ; but howsoe er you have That swear'st grace o erboard, not an oath on shore? Been justled from your senses, know for certain, Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the perus! That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most Our king, and company : the next our ship, -strangely
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split, Upon this shore, where you were wreck’d, was Is tight and yare,' and bravely rigg'd, as when landed,
We first put out to sea. To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
Sir, all this service For 'tis a chronicle of day ly day,
Have I done since I went.
Aside. Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
My tricksye spirit! Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
Alon. These are not natural events; they This cell's my court: here have I few attendants,
strengthen And subjects none abroad: pray you look in. From strange to stranger :- Say, how came you My dukedom since you have given me again,
hither ? I will requite you with as good a thing;
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, As much as me my dukedom.
And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches, Whether,
• Clever, adroit.
Where, but even now, with strange and several Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I noises
Acknowledge mine. Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Cal.
I shall be pinch'd to death. And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler ? We were awak’d; straightway, at liberty :
Seb. He is drunk now: Where had be wine? Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
should they Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ? Even in a dream, were we divided from them, How cam’st thou in this pickle ? And were brought moping hither.
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw Ari.
Was't well done?) you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt Aside. bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. be free.
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Alm. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod;
Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conducto of: some oracle
be king of the isle, sirrah? Must rectify our knowledge.
Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Pro.
Sir, my liege,
Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd Do not infect your mind with beating on
(Pointing to CALIBAN. The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure,
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Which shall be shortly, single l'll resolve you
As in his shape : - Go, sirrah, to my cell; (Which to you shall seem probable) of every
Take with you your companions; as you look These happen'd accidents : till when, be cheerful, To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. And think of each thing well. — Come hither: And seek for grace : What a thrice-doubled ass
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, spirit;
[Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free :
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, Untie the spell. [Exit' Ariel.) How fares my And worship this dull fool? gracious sir?
Go to; away! There are yet missing of your company
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
you found it.
Seb. Or stole it, rather. Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO,
(Exeunt CAL., STE., and Tun. and Trinculo, in their stolen apparel. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest man take care for himself; for all is but fortune : For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!
Trin.' 18 these be true spies which I wear in my Go quick away: the story of my life, head, here's a goodly sight.
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.
I long Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
To hear the story of your life, which must Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Take the ear strangely. Then say if they be true :—This mis-shapen knave, And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
I'll deliver all;
Your royal fleet far off. — My Ariel ; – chick, These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil
That is thy charge ; then to the elements (For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them
Be free, and fare thou well! -[Aside.] Please you
draw near. To take my life : two of these fellows you
- Spoken by PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
With the help of your good hunds.
1 Honest. * Applause; noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
DUKE OF Milan, Father to Silvia.
PANTHIXO, Serrant to Antonio. VALENTINE, } Gentlemen of Verona.
Host where Julia lodges in Milan. PROTEUS,
JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Silvia, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine. Speed, a clownish Servant to Valentine.
LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia.
SCENE I.- An open Place in Verona. Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud
The cating canker dwells, so eating love Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus;
Inhabits in the finest wits of all. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits:
Vul. And writers say, As the most forward bud Wer't not affection chains thy tender days
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, To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Losing its verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
Once more adieu : my father at the road
Pro. And thither I will bring thee, Valentine. Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel :
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. Wish me partaker in ihy happiness,
At Milan let me hear from thee by letters,
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! Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee.
[Exit VALENTINE. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love,
Pro. He after honor hunts, latter love : How young Leander cross d the Hellespont.
He leaves his friends to dignity them more; Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love ;
I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. For he was more than over shoes in love.
Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Val. 'Tis true ; for you are over boots in love,
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, And yet you never swam the Hellespont. Pró. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots. Made wit with musing weak, beart sick with
War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. Pro.
Enter SPEED. Val.
To be In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: saw you my looks,
master ? With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: Milan. If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
Speed. Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already; If lost, why then a grievous labor won;
And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. However, but a folly bought with wit,
Prn. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
And if the shepherd be awhile away. Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepo Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. herd then, and I a sheep! Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. Pro. I do.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: Sqeerl. Why then my horns are his horns, whether And he that is so yoked by a fool,
I wake or sleep. 1 A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.
Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show Pro. True ; and thy master a shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. According to my shallow simple skill. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Si: Eglamour ?
Sped. The shepherd seeks the shep, and not LLC. As of a knight well spoken, n 'at and fine; the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and But were ! you, he never should be mine. my master seeks not me; therefore, I am no sheep. Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?
Pro. The sneep for fodder follow the shepherd, Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, so, s the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus for wazes followest thy master, thy master for wages Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what foliy reigns in us , follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.
Jul. How now! what means this passion at his Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa.
name? Pro). But dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter Luc. Pardon, dear madam ; 'tis a passing shame, to Julia ?
That I, unworthy body as I am, Speed. Ay, sir: 1, a lost mutton, gave yourletter Should censures thus on lovely gentlemen. to her, a laced mutton ;' and she, a laced mutton, Jill. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labor.
Luc. Then thus, - of many good I think him Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store
best. of muttons.
Jul. Your reason ? Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; best stick her.
I think him so, because I think him so. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray, 'twere best Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on pound you.
him? Speel. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me L'ic. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. for carrying your letter.
Jul. Why, he of all the rest, hath never mov'd me. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold, Luc. Yet he of all the rest. I think, best loves ye. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. over,
Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your J:il. They do not love, that do not show their love. lover.
Luc. (), they love least, that let men know their Pro. But what said she did she nod ?
(SPEED nods. Jul. I would I knew his mind. Speed. I.
Peruse this paper, madam. Pro. Nod, I ? why, that's noddy."
Jul. To Julia, Say, from whom! Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod:
That the contents will show. and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Pro. And that set together, is --- noddy.
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Speeil. Now you have taken the pains to set it
from Proteus: together, take it for your pains.
He would have given it you, but I, being in the
way, Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. Speedl. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!
Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines? Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. And you an officer fit for the place ;
Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. There, take the paper, see it be return'd, Speel. And yet it cannot overtake your slow Or else return no inore into my sight. purse.
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: What
hate. said she ?
Jul. Will you begone ? Speeil. Open your purse, that the money, and Luc.
That you may ruminate. ( Erit. the matter, may be both at once delivered.
Jul. And yet, I would I had o’erlook'd the letter. Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What It were a shame to call her back again, said she?
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. Spreil. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. What fool is she, that knows am a maid,
Pro. Why?' Couldst thou perceive so much And would not force the letter to my view ? froin her?
Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Speel. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from which they would have the pro Terer construe, Ay. her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, letter: And bein, so hard to me that brought your That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, mind, I rear she'll prove as hard to you in telling And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's How churlishly I chid Lucetta hepce,
3 as hard as steel.
When willingly I would have had her here! Pro. What, said she nothing ?
How angrily I taught my brow to frown, Speed. No, not so much as take this for thy When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you My penance is, to call Lucetta back, have testern'de me; in requital whereof, henceforth | And ask remission for my folly past : -carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll comiend What ho! Lucetta! you to my master. Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from
Re-enter LICETTA. wreck;
What would your ladyship? Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Jul. Is it neır dinner time? Being destined to a drier death on shore:
I would it were ; I must go send some better messenger ;
That you might kill your stomach: on your meat, I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,
And not upon your naid. Receiving them from such a worthless post.
What is't you took up [Ereunt. So gingerly ?
Luc. Nothing. SCENE II. — The same. Garden of Julia's house.
Why didst thou stoop then ? Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.
Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. Jul. But say, Luretta, now we are alone,
Jul. And is that paper nothing ? Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?
Nothing concerning me. Luc. Av, madam, so you stuinble not unheed- Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. fully.
Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen,
Unless it have a false interpreter. That every day with parle encounter me,
Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?
rhyme. - A term for a courtezan. 3 A game at cards.
> Pass sentence,
6 Blatchmaker. •Given me a sixpence.
* Passion or obstinacy.
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune : He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;
And did request mne to importune you,
Which would be great impeachment to his age, Ll. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
In having known no travel in his youth. Juilo Heavy ? belike it hath some burden, then. Ant. Nor need'st thou much inpórtune me to Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you
Whereon this month I have been hammering. Jul. And why not you ?
I have consider'd well his loss of time; L'ic.
I cannot reach so high. And how he cannot be a perfect min, Jul. Let's see your song: - - How now, minion? Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world :
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Experience is by industry achiev'd, And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.
And perfected by the switt course of time; Jul. You do not?
Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. ,
Pont. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the einperor in his royal court.
Pant. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
him thither: Luc. Indeed I did the base for Proteus,
There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen ; Here is a coila with protestation!
And be in eye of every exercise
[Tears the letter. Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie:
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advisd: You would be fingering them, to anger me.
And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it, Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be the execution of it shall make known; best pleas'd
Even with the speediest execution
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don AlO hateful hands, to tear such loving words !
And to commend their service to his will.
And, in good time,-now will we break with him.. I throw thy naine against the bruising stones, Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Enter PROTEUS. Look, here is writ — love-wounded Proteus :
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Poor wounded name! my bosom as a bed,
Here is her hand the agent of her heart;
O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,
Ant. Hów now? what letter are you reading Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear
there! Unto a razred, fearful, hanging rock,
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or And throw it thence into the raging sea !
two Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,
Of commendation sent from Valentine, Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. To the sweet Julia : - that I'll tear away ;
Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. And yet I will not, sith so prettily
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he He couples it to his complaining names:
writes Thus will I fold them one upon another ;
How happily he lives, how well belov'd,
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish: Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, stays.
And not depending on his friendly wish. Jul. Well, let us go,
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales Muse not that I thus suddenly procred; here?
For what I will, I will, and there an end. Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: With Valentinus in the emperor's court; Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
What maintenance he from his friends receives, Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.
Like exhibition, thou shalt have from me. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you To-morrow be in readiness to go: see ;
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. I see things too, although you judge I wink.
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go ? [Exeunt. Please you, deliberate a day or two. SCENE III.- The same. A room in Antonio's
Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after House.
No more of stay ; to-morrow thou must go,
Come on, Panthino; you shall be employd
(Ereint Art, and Pant. Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of Ant. Why, what of him ?
He wonder'd that your lordship And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd: Would suffer him to spend his youth at home;
I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, While other men, of slender reputation,
Lest he should take exceptions to my love; Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
And with the vantage of mine own excuse Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there: Hath he excepted most against my love. Snme, to discover islands far away :
0, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April dav;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away! . A term in music.
• The tenor in music. · A challenge.
& Break the matter to him. Bustle, stir.
• Reproach. • Little consequence.
* Wonder. 3 Serious.