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Have I made shake : and by the spurs pluck'd | Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and up
amazement The pine, and cedar : graves, at my command, Inbabits here : Some heavenly power guide us Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them out of this fearful country! forth
Pro. Behold, Sir king ! By my so potent art : But this rough magic The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero : I here abjure : and, when I have requir'd For more assurance that a living prince Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; To work mine end upon their senses, that And to thee, and thy company, I bid This aðry charm is for, I'll break my staff, A hearty welcome. Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
Alon, Whe'r • thou beest he, or no, And deeper than did ever plummet sound, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, I'll drown my book.
[Solemn music. As late I bave been, 1 uot know: thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and since I saw Re-enter ARIEL : after him, ALONZO, with a
thee, frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO ; Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which, SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, I fear a madness held me: This must crave attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: They (And if this be at all,) a most strange story. all enter the circle which PROSPERO had Thy dukedom I resign; and do eutreat made, and there stand charmed ; which Thou pardon me my wrougs :-But how should PROSPE RO observig, speaks.
Be living, and be here? A solemn air, and the best comforter
Pro. First, noble friend, To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Now useless, boil'a within thy skull! There Let me embrace thine age ; whose honour canuot
Be measur'l, or confin'd. stand,
Gon. Whether this be, For you are spell-stopp'd.
Or be not, I'll not swear. Holy Gonzalo, bonourable inan,
Pro. You do yet taste Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
Some subtilties o'tne isle, that will not let you Fall fellowly drops.--the charm dissolves
Believe things certahu :-Welcorae, my friends apace ;
. all : And as the morning steals upon the night,
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignoraut fumes that mantle
(Aside to SEB. and ANT.
I here could pluck his bigliness' frown upon you, Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo,
And justify you traitors ; al this time My true preserver, and a loyal sir
I'll tell no tales. To bim thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Seb. Tbe devil speaks in him. Home, buth in word and deed.-Most cruelly
Pro. No: Didst thou, Alonso, use me, and my daughter: For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call brother Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and Thy rankest fault; all of thein ; and require
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive blood, You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, 1 kuow,
Thou must restore. Expellid remorse and nature ; who, with Se
Alon. If thou beest Prospero, bastian,
Give us particulars of thy preservation : (Whose inward pinches therefore are most
How thou hast met us here, who three hours strong,)
since Would here have kill'd your king ; I do forgive were wreck'd upon this shore: where I have thee,
lost, Unnatural though thou art |--Their under. How sharp the point of this remembrance is !
standing Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
My dear son Ferdinaud.
Pro. I am woe + for't, sir.
Alon. Irreparable is the loss : and Patience That yet looks on me, or would know me:
Pro. I rather think,
You have not sought her help : of whose soft
[Erit ARIEL. I will dis-case me and myself present,
For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit ;
And rest myself content.
Alon. You the like loss? Thou shalt ere long be free.
Pro. As great to me, as late ; and, portable ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire To make the dear loss, have I means much PROSPBRO.
Than you may call to comfort you ; for I
Alon. A daughter ?
The king and queen there! that they were, I
wish Merrily, merrity, shali í live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Where my son lies.
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Wben did you lose your
daughter? Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel : I shall
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these miss thee;
lords But yet thou shalt have freedom : so, so, 80.- At this encounter do so much admire, To the king's ship, invisible as thou art :
That they devour their reason; and scarce think There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the master, and the boat. Are natural breatb : but howsoe'er you have
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words swain, Being awake, enforce them to this place ;
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke And presently, I pr’ythee.
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most
Upon this shore, where you were wreck’d, was Re-enter ARIET., with the MASTER and BOAT. landed,
SWAIN amazedly following.
O look, Sir, look, Sir; bere are more of us! Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
I prophesied, if a gallows were on laud, Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, şir;
This fellow could not drowu :--Now, blasThis cell's my court: here have I few attend. That swearst grace o'erboard, not an oath en
shore ! And subjects none abroad : pray you, look in. My dukedom since you have given me again,
Hast thou no mouth by land ? What is the
news I will requite you with as good a thing ; At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely
found As much as me my dukedom.
Our king aud company : the next our ship,The entrance of the cell opens, and disco. Which, but three glasses since, we gave ou vers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at
Is tight and yare, . and bravely rigged, as when
We first put out to sea. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Ari. Sir, all this service Fer. No, my dearest love,
Have I done since I went.
(A side. I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should
Pro. My tricksy + spirit !
Alon. These are not vatural events; tiey wrangle,
strengthen, And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove
From strange to stranger :-Say, how came you
bither ? A vision of the island, one dear son
Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, Shall I twice lose.
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, Seb. A most high miracle ! Fer. Tho' the seas threaten, they are merci. And, (how, we know not,) all clappd uuder ful:
batches, I bave curs'd them without cause.
Where, but even now, with strange and several
noises (Ferd. kneels to Alon. of roaring, shrieking, howling, çingling chains, Alon. Now all the blessings
And more diversity of sounds, all borrible, of a glad father compass thee about !
We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty : Arise, and say how thou cam'st bere.
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Mira. O wonder !
Our royal, good, and gallant ship ; our master How many goodly creatures are there here !
Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you, How beauteous mankind is ! o brave new Even in a dream, were we divided from them, world,
And were brought inoping hither. That has such people in't !
Ari. Was't well done 8
(Aside. Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou
(Aside. wast at play?
Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours :
trod : 18 she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And there is in this business more than nature And brought us thus together? Fer. Sir, she's mortal;
Was ever conduct I of: some oracle But, by immortal Providence, she's mine ;
Must rectify our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my liege, I cbose her, when I could not ask my father for bis advice ; nor thought I had one : she
Do not infest your mind with beating on Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
The strangeness of this business ; at pick'd of whom so often I have heard renown,
Which shall be shortly, single I'R resolve you But never saw before ; of whom I have Received a second life, and second father
(Which to you shall seem probable,) of every This lady makes him to me.
These happen'd accidents i till when, be cheer
ful, Alon. I am her's : But oh ! how oddly will it sound, that I
And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit;
(Aside. Must ask my cbild forgiveness !
Set Caliban and bis companions free : Pro. There, Sir, stop :
Untie the spell. (Erit ARIEL.) How fares niy Let us not burden our remembrances With a beaviness that's gone.
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not. gods,
Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STT. And on this couple drop a blessed crown ;
PRANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen op For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way
parel. Which brought us hither! Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo !
Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let Gon. Was Milau thrust from Milan, that his no man take care for himsell : for all is but forissue
tune :--Coragio, bully-monster, Caragio ! should become kings of Naples ? Ch! rejoice Trin. If these be true spirs which I wear in Beyond a common joy; and set it down
my head, here's a goodly sight. With gold on lasting pillars : In one voyage
Cal. o Setebos, there be brave spirits, itiDid Claribel her husband and at Tunis ;
Seb. Ha, ba;
Will money buy them?
Ant. Very like ; one of them
(To Fer. and Mir. Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Let grief and sorrow still en brace his heart, Pro. Mark but the badges of these meni, my That doth not wish you joy!
lords, Gon. Be't so! Ainen!
Clever, adroit. • In his senses.
Then say, if they be true :'—This misshapen knave, For this cne night ; which (part of it,) I'll wasic
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Every third thought shall be my grave. Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.
Alon. I long Alon. Is not this Stephano, my dranken but. To hear the story of your life, which must ler ?
Take the ear strangely. Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine ? Pro. I'll deliver all; Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe : Where And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, should they
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them - Your royal feet far off.--My Ariel ;-chick,How cam'st thou in this pickle?
That is thy charge ; then to the elements Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since ! Be free, and fare thou well 1-[Asule.) Please saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of
you, draw near.
(Exeunt. my bones : I shall not fear fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stepbano ?
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Alon. This is as straige a thing as e'er I And what strength I have's mine own:
Jook'd on. (Pointing to CALIBAN. Which is most faint : now, 'tis true,
Or seut to Naples : Let me not,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise bere- In this bare island, by your spell; arter,
But release me froin my bands, And seek for grace : What a tbrice-double ass With the help of your good bands. Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
Gentle breath of your's my sails And worship this dull fool?
Must All, or else my project fails, Pro. Go to ; away!
Which was to please : Now I want Alon. Henc , and bestow your luggage where Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; you found it.
And my ending is despair, Seb. Or stole it, rather.
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer: (Ereunt CAL. Sre. and TRIN. Which pierces so that it assaults Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your Mercy itsell, and frees all faults. train,
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, To my poor cell : where you shall take your rest Let your indalgence set ine free. • Honent.
Applause i noise was supposed to dissolve e sol
T W E L FT H
NI G H T:
WHAT YOU WILL.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THB lighter seenes of this entertaining comedy are entirely the production of Shakspeare ; and for its more
serions portions he was probably indebted to the Histories Tragiques of Belleforest, who had then fros Bandello. Malone quotes the " Fifth Eglog of Barnaby Googe,” published with other poems of his in 1863, and Dow an exceedingly rare book, to show that Shakspeare might have borrowed from it the circumstances of the Duke sending his page to plead his cause with the lady, and of the lady's falling in love with the page. “ This play (sav. Dr. Johnson,) is in the graver part elegant and easy, and in some of the lighter scenes ex. quisitely lumourous." lis progress is full of spirit, and the entanglement of characters and circumstances is pleasingly unravelled in the final catastrophe. The self-sufficiency of Malvolio is charmingly depicted, and very laughably punished; whilst the excesses of Sir Toby Belch are almost exoused by his smattering of site and his unqualified good-humour. The sudden attachment of Viola is much more improbable than the obstinate repugnance of Olivia : but the romantic nature of her love," feeding is concealment on her damak cheek,” gives an interest to her situation, whilst a viction to the tender passion, which the undisguised decla rations of the other, though placed in the same predicament, must generally fail in producing.
DRAMATIS PERSONA. ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
MALVOLIO, Steward to Olivia.
Servants to Olivia.
OLIVIA, a rich Countess. & Sea-captain, Friend to Viola.
VIOLA, in love with the Duke.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, oficers, Musician, Sir ANDREW AGUE CHEEK.
and other Attendants. SCENE-A City in Illyria ; and the Sea-coast near it.
Even in a minute ! So full of shapes is fancy,
Tbat it alone is high-fantastical. SCENE 1.-An Apartment in the DUIE'S Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ? Palace.
Duke. What, Curio ?
Cur. Tbe hart. Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS ; Musicians
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: attending.
Oh I when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Duke. If music be the food of love, play on ; Methought she purg'd the air of pestilence ; Give me excess of it ; that, sufeiting,
That instant was I turn'd into a hart; The appetite may sicken, and so die.
And my desires, like fell and cruel bounds, That strain again ;-it bad a dying fall :
E'er since pursue me.-How Dow? what nem Oh! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
from her That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.-- Enongh ; no more ;
Enter VALENTINE. 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
Val. so please my lord, I might not be adO spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !
mitted, That notwithstanding thy capacity
But from her handmaid do return this answer : Receiveth as the sea, noughi enters there, The element itself, till seven years brat, of what validity and pitch soever,
Shall not behold her face at ample view ;
Buit, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,