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ACT III.

Beseeming such a wife, as your fair daughter:

Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?
SCENE I. - Milan, An anti-room in the Duke's

Duke. No, trust me, she is peevish, sullen, fro-
palace.

ward,
Enter Duke, Tucrio, and PROTECS. Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile! Neither regarding, that she is my child,
We have some secrets to confer about. -

Norfearing me, as if I were her father:

(Exit Thurio. And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
Pro. My gracious lord, that, which I would dis- And, where I thought, the remnant of mine age
cover,

Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty,
The law of friendship bids me to conceal :

I now am full resolved to take a wife,
But, when I call to mind your gracious favours And turn her out to who will take herin:
Done to me, undeserving as I am,

Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower ;
My duty pricks me on to utter that,

For me and my possessions she esteems not.
Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Val. What would your grace have me to do in this?
Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
This night intends to steal away your daughter; Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
Myself am one made privy to the plot.

And nought esteems my aged eloquence.
I know, you have determin’d to bestow her

Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor,
On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; (Forlong agone I have forgot to court:
And should she thus be stolen away from you, Besides, the fashion of the time is chang’d ;)
It would be much vexation to your age.

How, and which way, I may bestow myself,
Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose

To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.
To cross my friend in his intended drift,

Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words!
Than, by concealing it, heap on your head

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.

Duke. But she did scorn a present, that I sent her.
Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care, Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best con-
Which to requite, command me, while I live.

tents her.
This love of theirs myself have often seen,

Send her another; never give her o'er !
Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep, For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
And oftentimes have purpos’d to forbid

If shedo frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
Sir Valentine her company, and my court :

But rather to beget more love in you:
But, fearing, lest my jealous aim might err,

If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,

For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
(A rashness, that I ever yet have shyun'd,)

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say!
I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find

For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away:
That, which thyself hast now disclos’d to me. Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces!
And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces.
Knowing, that tender youth is soon suggested, That man, that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
I nightly lodge herin an upper tower,

If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
The key whereof myself have ever kept;

Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends
And thence she cannot be convey'd away.

Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis’d a mean, And kept severely from resort of men,
How he her chamber-window will ascend,

That no man hath access by day to her.
And with a corded ladder fetch her down;

Val. Why then I would resort to her by night.
For which the youthful lover now is gone,

Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys kept
And this way comes he with it presently;

safe,
Where, ifit please you, you may intercept him. That no man hath recourse to her by night.
But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,

Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window?
That my discovery be not aimed at !

Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground,
For love of you, not hate unto my friend,

And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it
Hath made me publisher of this pretence.

Without apparent hazard of his life.
Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords,
That I had any light from thee of this.

To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,
Pro. Adieu, my lord ; sir Valentine is coming. (Exit. Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,
Enter VALENTINE.

So bold Leander would adventure it,
Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,
Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger, Advise me, where I may have such a ladder!
That stays to bear my letters to my friends,

Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that!
And I am going to deliver them.

Duke. This very night; for love is like a child,
Duke. Be they of much import?

That longs for every thing, that he can come by.
Val. Thetenor of them doth but signify

Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder.
My health, and happy being at your conrt.

Duke. But, hark thee! I will go to her alone;
Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a while ! How shall I best convey theladderthither?
I am to break with thee of some affairs,

Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. Under a cloak, that is of my lenght.
'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought

Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?
To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. Val. Ay, my good lord.

Val. I know it well, my lord; and sure, the match Duke. Then let me see thy cloak!
Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman I'll get me one of such another length.
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Vål. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.

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'Beseeming such a wife, as your fair daughter:
Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?
Duke. No, trust me, she is peevish, sullen, fro-

ward,
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking daty;
Neither regarding, that she is my child,

Norfearing me, as if I were her father: 110. And, may isay to thee, this pride of hers,

Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her; dis- And, where I thought, the remnant of mine age

Should have been cherish'd by her child-like daty,
I nou am full resolved to take a wife,
And turn her out to who will take herin:
Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower;
For me and my possessions she esteems not.

Val. What would your grace have me to do in this?
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
And nought esteems my aged eloquence.
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor,
For long agone I have forgot to court:
Besides, the fashion of the time is changʻd;)
How, and which way, I may bestow myself,
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words!
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind

. Duke. But she did scorn a present, that I sent her. re,

Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best of
Send her another ; never give her o'er!
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.

If shedo frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;

tents her.

Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? - Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good nev
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me!- So much of bad already hath possess'd them.
What letter is this same? What's here?- To Silvia? Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
And here an engine fit for my proceeding!

For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.
I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. (Reads. Val. Is Silvia dead ?
My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; Pro. No, Valentine..
And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia!
0, could their master come and goas lightly,

Hath she forsworn me?
Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. Pro. No, Valentine.
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosomresi them; Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me!.
While I, their king , that thither them importune, What is your news?
Do curse the grace, that with such grace hath bless'd Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation, that you are vi
them,

nish'd.
Because myself do want my servants' fortune : Pro. That thou art banished, o, that's the news;
Icurse myself, for they are sent by me,

From hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy friend.
That they should harbour where their lord should be. Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already,
What's here?

And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee:

Doth Silvia know, that I am banished?
'Tis so, and here's the ladder for the purpose.

Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, Why, Phaëton, (For thou art Merops 'son,)

(Which, unrevers’d, stands in effectual force,) Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,

A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : And with thy daring folly burn the world?

Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd, Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Go, base intruder! over-weening slave!

Wringing her hands,whose whiteness so became ther
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates!

As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
And think, my patience, more than thy desert, But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Is privilege for thy departure hence.

Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;
Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee! But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.
But if thou linger in my territories

Besides, her intercession chafd him so,
Longer, than swiftest expedition

When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
Will give thee time toleave our royal court,

That to close prison he commanded her,
By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love, With many bitter threats of 'biding there.
I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.

Val. No more! unless the next word, that tho
Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse;

speak'st,
But, as thou lov'stthy life, make speed from hence! Have some malignant power upon my life.

[Exit Duke. If so, I pray thee, breathe itin mine ear,
Val. And why not death, rather than living torment? As ending anthem of my endless dolour !
To die, is to be banish'd from myself;

Pro. Cease to lament for that, thou canst not help, And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,

And study help for that, which thon lament'st!
Is selffrom self; a deadly banishment !

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen ?

Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? .

Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
Unless it be, to think that she is by,

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that,
And feed upon the shadow of perfection.

And manage it against despairing thoughts ! Except I be by Silvia in the night,

Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; There is no musick in the nightingale;

Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,

Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
There is no day for me to look upon.

The time now serves not to expostulate:
She is my essence, and I leave to be,

Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate;
If I be not by her fair influence

And, ere I part with thee, confer at large
Foster'd, illumin’d, cherish’d, kept alive.

Of all, that may concern thy love-affairs.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom :

As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,
Tarry I here, I but attend on death;

Regard thy danger, and along with me!
But, fly I hence, Ifly away from life.

Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy,
Enter Proteus and Launce.

Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate. Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out!

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out !- Come, Valentine ! Laun. So-ho! so-ho!

Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine! Pro. What seest thou?

(Exeunt Valentine and Proteus Laun. Him we go to find: there's not a hair on's head, Laun. I am but a fool, look you ; and yet I have th but'tis a Valentine.

wit to think, my master is a kind of knave: but that' Pro. Valentine?

all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now, tha Val. No.

knows me to be in love ; yet I am in love; but a team o Pro. Who then? his spirit?

horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who'tis I love Val. Neither.

and yet'tis a woman : but what woman, I will not tel Pro. What then?

myself; and yet'tis a milk-maid : yet'tis not a maid

for she hath had gossips : yet'tis a maid, for she is he Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike? master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath more Pro. Whom would'st thou strike?

qualities, than a water spaniel, - which is much in e

bare christian. Here is the cat-log (Pulling out Pro. Villain, forbear!

paper] of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetc! Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you,

and carry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, = Pro. Sirrah,I say, forbear!--Friend Valentine, a word "horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, is she

,

For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say!
For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces!
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels

' faces
That man, that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Duke. But she, I mean, is promis’d by her friends
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
And kept severely from resort of men,
That no man hath access by day to her.

Val. Why then I would resort to her by night,
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys kept

safe,
That no man hath recourse to her by night.
Val
. What
lets, but one

may enter at her window?
Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground,
And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it
Without apparent hazard of his life.
Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of contas

To cast up with a pair of anchoringħooks,
Exit. Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,

So bold Leander would adventure it.

Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,
Advise me, where I may have such a ladder !

Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that!
Duke. This very night; for love is like a child

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That longs for every thing, that he can come by.
Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you sach a ladder.
Duke. But, hark thee! I will go to her alone;
How shall I best convey the ladderthither?
Val. It will be light, my lord, that

you may bear it
Under a cloak, that is of my lenght.

Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?
Val. Av, my good lord.
Duke. Then let me see thy cloak!
I'll get me one of such another length.

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's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; That they devour their reason; and scarce think
But yet thou shalt have freedom; so, so, so.- Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
To the king's ship, invisible as thon art :

Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,

Amplia
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely

Belt And presently, I prythee.

Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed, Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

To be the lord on’t. No more yet of this !
Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

(Exit Ariel. For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
Out of this fearful country!

This cell's my court: here have I few attendants,
Pro, Behold, sir king,

And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in! The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero :

My dukedom since you have given me again,
For more assurance that a living prince

I will requite you with as good a thing;
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
And to thee, and thy company, I bid

As much as me my dukedom.
A hearty welcome.

The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FerdiAlon. Whe'r thou beest he, or po,

NAND and Miranda playing at chess.

tri. S Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Aslate I have been, I not know: thy pulse

Fer. No, my dearest love, Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, I would not for the world. The affliction of my mind amends, with which, Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you should 12 I fear, a madness held me : this must crave

wrangle, (An if this be at all,) a most strange story.

And I would call it fair play,
Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat,

Alon. If this prove
Thou pardon me my wrongs:- But how should Pro- A vision of the island, one dear son
Be living, and be here?

spero Shall I twice lose. Pro. First, noble friend,

Seb. A most high miracle !
Let me embrace thine age ; whose honour cannot Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful :
Be measur'd or confin'd.

I have curs'd them without cause.
Gon. Whether this be,

[Ferd. kneels to Alon. Or be not, I'll not swear.

Alon. Now all the blessings
Pro. You do yet taste

Of a glad father compass thee about!
Some subtilties o'the isle, that will not let you Arise, and say, how thou cam'st here!
Believe things certain : - Welcome, my friends all!- Mira. O wonder !
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

How many goodly creatures are there here!

[ Aside to Seb. and Ant. How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, That has such people in't! And justify you traitors; at this time

Pro. "Tis new to thee. I'll tell no tales.

Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at Seb. The devil speaks in him.

[Aside. play? Pro. No:

Your eld’st acquaintance cannot be three hours :
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive

And brought us thus together?
Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require

Fer. Sir, she's mortal;
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, But, by immortal providence, she's mine;
Thou must restore.

I chose her, when I could not ask my father
Alon. Ifthou beest Prospero,

For his advice; nor thought I had one: she Give us particulars of thy preservation :

Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, How thou hast met us here, who, three hours since, Of whom so often I have heard renown, Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost But never saw before; of whom I have How sharp the point of this remembrance is!

Receiy'd a second life, and second father My dear son Ferdinand.

This lady makes him to me.
Pro. I am woc for't, sir.

Alon. I am her's :
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience But 0, how oddly will it sound, that I
Says, it is past her cure.

Must ask

my

child forgiveness! Pro, I rather think,

Pro. There, sir, stop;
You have not sought her help ; of whose soft grace, Let us not burden our remembrances
Forthe like loss, I have her sovereign aid,

With a heaviness that's gone!
And rest myself content.

Gon. I have inly wept, Alon. You the like loss?

Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable And on this couple drop a blessed crown! To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Foritis you, that have chalk'd forth the way Than you may call to comfort you; for I

Which brought us hither! Have lost my daughter.

Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
Alon. A daughter?

Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Should become kings of Naples? o, rejoice.
The king and queen there ! that they were, I wish Beyond a common joy; and set it down
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed

With gold on lasting pillars : In one voyage
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;

Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
At this encounter do so much admire,

Where he himself was lost ; Prospero his dukedom,

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ee; That they devour their reason; and scarce think

Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er yon 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 !
el. 'For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Ent 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 Fendi-

Nand and Miranda playing at chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer. No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you should

wrangle,
And I would call it fair play.

Alon. If this prove
0- A vision of the island, one dear son
cro Shall Itwice lose.

Seb. A most high miracle !
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful:
I have curs'd them without cause.

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In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,

That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs, When no man was his own.

And deal in her command, without her power: Alon. Give me your hands : [To Fer. and Mir. These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,

(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them That doth not wish you joy!

To take my life: two of these fellows you
Gon. Be't so! Amen!

Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I
Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain Acknowledge mine.
amazedly following.

Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.
O look, sir, look, sir! here are more of us.

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,

Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine?
This fellow could not drown : -- Now, blasphemy, Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where shoul
That swear'st grace o’erboard, not an oath on shore? they
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? Find this grand liquor, that hath gilded them? -
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found How cam’st thou in this pickle?
Our king, and company; the next, our ship,-

Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you las
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split, - that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall nc
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when fear fly-blowing.
We first put out to sea.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?
Ari. Sir, all this service

Ste. O touch me not! I am not Stephano, but a cramp
Have I done, since I went. Aside.

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Pro. My tricksy spirit!

Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen Alon. This is as strange a thing, as e'er I look'd on.
From strangeto stranger :-Say, how came you hither ?

(Pointing to Calibar Boats. If i did think, sir, I were well awake,

Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, As in his shape: — Go, sirrah, to my cell;
And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches, Take with you your companions; as you look
Where, but even now, with strange and several noises To have my pardon, trim it handsomely!
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,

And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
We were awak'd ; straightway, at liberty:

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
Where in all her trim, freshly beheld

And worship this dull fool!
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Pro. Go to; away!
Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where y
Evenin a dream, were we divided from them,

found it !
And were brought moping hither.

Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste, and Tra Ari. Was't well done?

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Pro. Bravely, my diligence! Thou shalt Aside. To my poor cell : where you shall take your rest be free.

For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste
Alon. This is as strange a maze, as e'er men trod : With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
And there is in this business more than nature Go quick away : the story of my life,
Was ever conduct of: some oracle

And the particular accidents, gone by,
Must rectify our knowledge.

Since I came to this isle. And in the morn,
Pro. Sir, my liege,

I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Do not infest your mind with beating on

Where I have hope to see the nuptial
The strangeness of this business! at pick'd leisure, Ofthese our dear-beloved solemniz'd,
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you And thence retire me to my Milan, where
(Which to you shall seem probable,) of every Every third thought shall be my grave.
These happen'd accidents : till when, be cheerful, Alon. I long
And think of each thing well!- Come hither, spirit! To hear the story of your life, which must

Aside. Takethe ear strangely.
Set Caliban and his companions free!

Pro. I'll deliver all;
Uutie the spell!- [Exit Ariel.].— How fares my gra- And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
cious sir?

And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
There are yet missing of your company

Your royal fleet far oft. — My Ariel !- chick,
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

That is thy charge; then to the elements
Re-enter Ariel, driving in Calibar, STEPHANO, and Be free, and fare thou well! - [Aside.) - Please y
Trisculo, in their stolen apparel.

draw near!

(Exeu
Ste. Every man shift for allthe rest, and let no man
take care for himself; for all is but fortune:-Coragio,
bully-monster, Coragio!

EPILOGUE.
T'rin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head,
here's a goodly sight.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! And what strength I have's mine own;
How fine my master is! I am afraid

Which is most faint: Now, 'tis true,
He will chastise me.

I must be here confined by you,
Seb. Ha, ha!

Or sent to Naples : Let me not,
What things are these, my lord Antonio?

Since I have my dukedom got,
Willmoney buy them?

And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
Ant. Very like; one of them

In this bare island, by your spell;
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

But release me from my bands,
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,

With the help of your good hands!
Then say, if they be true! – This mis-shapen knave,– Gentle breath of yours my sails
His mother was a witch; and one so strong

Must fill, or else my project fails,

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Alon. Now all the blessings

(Ferd. kneels to Alon Of a glad father compass thee about!

Arise, and say, how thou cam'st here!
- Mira. O wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here!
nt. How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,

That has such people in't!
Pro. "Tis new to thee.
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thoa wast at

play?
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
Receir'd a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am her's :
But 0, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness !

Pro. There, sir, stop;
Let us pot 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!
Forit is you, that have chalk'd forth the way
Which brought us hither!
Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo!

Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy; and set it down

With gold on lasting pillars : In onc voyage
r? Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;

And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom,

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l'al. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
I have done penance for contemning love,

That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus ?
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me She's fair; and so is Julia, that I love;
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;

NINET
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; Which, like a waxen image'gainst a fire,
For, in revenge of my contempt of love,

Bears no impression of the thing it was. Love hath chac'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, Methinks, my zealto Valentine is cold; And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. And that I love him not, as I was wont: 0, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;

0! but I love his lady too, too much; And hath so humbled me, as, i confess,

And that's the reason I love him so little. There is no woe to his correction,

How shall I dote on her with more advice, Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!

That thus without advice begin to love her ? Now, no discourse, except it be of love;

"Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, And that hath dazzled my reason's light; Upon the very naked name of love.

But when I look on her perfections, Pro. Enough! I read your fortune in your eye: There is no reason but I shall be blind. Was this the idol that you worship so ?

If I can check my erring love, I will; Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint? If not, to compass her l'll use my

skill.

Erit.
Pro. No; but she is an eartlily paragon,
Val. Call her divine.

SCENE V.-- The same. A street.

Sven Pro. I will not flatter her.

Enter Speed and Launce. Val.0, flatter me! for love delights in praises. Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan! Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth! for I am

h And I must minister the like to you.

not welcome. I reckon this always-that a man is neVal. Then speak the truth by her! if not divine, ver indone, till he be hanged; nor welcome to a place, Yet let her be a principality,

till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welSovereign to all the creatures on the earth!

TRAN Pro. Except my mistress.

Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the ale-house Val. Sweet, except anys

with you presently; where, for one shot of fivepence, Except thou wilt except against my love.

thou shall have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? how did thy master part with madam Julia ? Val. And I will help thee to prefer hertoo:

Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they partShe shall be dignified with this high honour, - ed very fairly in jest. Po bear my lady's train ; lest the base earth

Speed. But shall she marry him?

semet Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,

Laun. No, And, of so great a favour growing proud,

Speed. How then ? Shall he

marry

her? Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower,

Laun. No, neither. And make rough winter everlastingly.

Speed. What, are they broken? Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. l'al. Pardon me, Proteus! all I can, is nothing Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them?

odi To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing: Laun. Marry, thus; when it stauds well with him, it She is alone.

stands well with her. Pro. Then let her alone.

Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not. Val. Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own; Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? And I as rich in having such a jewel,

My staff understands me. As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl,

Speed. What thou say’st? The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thec, I'll but lean, Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,

and my staff understands me. Because thon seest me dote upou my love!

Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. My foolish rival, that her fatherlikes,

Laum. Why, stand under and understand is all one. Only for his possessions are so huge,

Speed. But tell me true, will’t be a match? Is gone with her along; and I must after,

Laun. Ask my dog! if he say, ay, it will; if he say, For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, Pro. But she loves you?

it will. Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd ;

Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. Nay, more, our marriage hour,

Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me, With all the cunning manner of our flight,

but by a parable. Determin’d of: how I must climb her window; Speed.Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how The ladder made of cords; and all the means say'st thou, that my master is become a notable Plotted, and 'greed on, for my happiness.

lover? Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,

Laun. I never knew him otherwise. In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel!

Speed. Than how? Pro. Go on before, I shall enquire you forth: Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be. I must unto the road, to disembark

Speed. Why, thou whorson ass, thou mistakest me. Some necessaries that I needs must use;

Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy And then I'll presently attend you.

master. Val. Will you make haste?

Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. Pro. I will.

[Exit Val. Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn Even as one heat another heat expels,

himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the aleOr as one nail by strength drives out another, house, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not So the remembrance of my former love

worth the name of a Christian. Is by a newer object quite forgotten.

Speed. Why? Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,

Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee,

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