Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us Behold, sir king, If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Shall I twice lose. Seb. A most high miracle! Fer. Tho' the seas threaten, they are merciful; I have curs'd them without cause. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Prospero Be living and be here? Pro. First, noble friend, all: But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, Alon. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation: How sharp the point of this remembrance is! Pro. I am woes for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, Alon. FERD. kneels to ALON. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! 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. Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Fer. I say, Amen, Gonzalo! You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, Beyond a common joy and set it down O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed, To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; 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, Boats. The best news is, that we have safely tound Have I done since I went. Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Ari. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infect 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; [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free : Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.] How fares my gracious sir? 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. 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. What things are these, my lord Antonio? Ant. cramp. on. 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 Pointing to CALIBAN. As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, 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-doubled ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool? Pro. Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Ör 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 solemniz'd; And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave. Alon. I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely. 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. Spoken by PROSPERO. Gentle breath of yours my sails As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free. TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. PERSONS REPRESENTED. VALENTINE, Gentlemen of Verona. ANTONIO, Father to Proteus. THURIO, a foolish Rival to Valentine. EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia in her Escape. SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine. LAUNCE, Servant to Proteus. 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. SCENE I.-An open Place in Verona. ACT I. 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 honor'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. Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; For he was more than over shoes in love. Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont. Pro. Over the boots! nay, give me not the boots. Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. What? Pro. To be Val. In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c. Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Once more adieu: my father at the road Pro. And thither 1 will bring thee, Valentine. Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Val. As much to you at home! and so farewell! [Exit VALENTINE. Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love: He leaves his friends to dignity 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. 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 sneep 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 labor. 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. Speel. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over 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? Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? Couldst 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. Pro. What, said she nothing? Speed. No, not so much as take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'de 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, must go send some better messenger; I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. Garden of Julia's house. Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Av, madam, so you stumble not unheed Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my mind According to my shallow simple skill. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Si Eglamour! Luc. As of a knight well spoken, n at 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, Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus Luc. Lord, lord! to see what foliy 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 censures 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 wouldst thou have me cast my love on him! Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. from Proteus: He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Jul. Will you begone? 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 humbled, kiss the rod! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here! How angrily I taught my brow to frown, 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! Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note: your ladyship can set. Jut. 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. And why not you? I cannot reach so high. Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp., And mar the concord with too harsh a descant ;a [Tears the letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exil. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful hands, 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! I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Enter ANTON10 and PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pant. 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; Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. Pant. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. With other gentlemen of good esteem, 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 honor's pawn: O, that our fathers would applaud our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents! O heavenly Julia! Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there! Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendation sent from Valentine, Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. writes How happily he lives, how well belov'd, Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee: No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.- [Exeunt ANT. and PANT. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of |