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Pro. I am woe" for't, Sir.
I chose her, when I could not ask my father Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience for his advice; nor thought I had one : she Says, it is past her cure.
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, Pro. I rather think,
Of whom so often I have heard renown, You have not sought her help; of whose soft But never saw before ; of whom I have grace,
Received a second life, and second father For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, This lady makes him to me. And rest myself content.
Alon. I am her's :
But 0, how oddly will it sound, that I
Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heaviness that's gone. Have lost my daughter.
Gon. I have inly wept, Alon. A daughter?
Or should have spoken ere this. Look down, O heavens! that they were living both in
you gods, Naples,
[I wish And on this couple drop a blessed crown; The king and queen there! that they were, For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Which brought us hither! Where my son lies. When did you lose your Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo! daughter?
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these
Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice At this encounter do so much admire, Beyond a common joy; and set it down That they devour their reason; and scarce think With gold on lasting pillars : In one voyage Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; Are natural breath : but howsoe'er you have And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, Been justled from your senses, know for Where he himself was lost ; Prospero his dukecertain,
In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, (dom, That I am Prospero, and that very duke When no man was his own. Which was thrust forth of Milan ; who most Alon. Give me your hands : strangely [landed,
[TO FER. and Mir.
Gon. Be't so! Amen!
Re-enter Ariel, with the MASTER and BoatThis cell's my court: here have I few attend
SWAIN amazedly following. ants,
O look, Sir, look, Sir; here are more of us ! And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, My dukedom since you have given me again, This fellow could not drown Now, blasI will requite you with as good a thing;
[sbore? At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on As much as me my dukedom.
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the
news? The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Per
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely DINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.
found Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Our king, and company: the next our ship, Fer. No, my dearest love,
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out I would not for the world.
split,Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you Is tight and yare,+ and bravely rigged, as when should wrangle,
We first put out to sea. And I would call it fair play.
Ari. Sír, all this service Alon. If this prove
Have I done since I went.
[Aside, A vision of the island, one dear son
Pro. My tricksyt spirit!
Aside. Shall I twice lose.
Alon. These are not natural events; they Seb. A most high miracle !
strengthen, Fer. Tho' the seas threaten, they are merciful: From strange to stranger :-Say, how came I have curs’d them without cause.
you hither ? [FERD. kneels to Alon. Boats. 'If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, Alon. Now all the blessings
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, Of a glad father compass thee about! And, (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.
[noises Mira. O! wonder!
Where, but even now, with strange and several How many goodly creatures are there here ! Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, How beauteous mankind is! O brave new And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, That has such people in't !
(world, We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty: Pro. "Tis new to thee.
Where we, in all her trim, freshly bebeld Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master wast at play?
Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Your eld’st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Even in a dream, were we divided from them, Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And were brought moping hither. And brought us thus together ?
Ari. Was't well done?
Aside. Fer. Sir, she's mortal;
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be But, by immortal Providence, she's mine;
* In his senses, # Ready, Clever, adroit.
Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd trod :
[Pointing to CALIBAN. And there is in this business more than natare Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Was ever conduct* of: some oracle
As in his shape :-Co, sirran, to my cell; Must rectify our knowledge.
Take with you your companions; as you look Pro. Sir, my liege,
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Do not infest your mind with beating on Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereThe strangeness of this business ; at pick'd
And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you Was. I, to take this drunkard for a god, (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every And worship this dull fool ? These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheer- Pro. Go to; away! ful,
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where And think of each thing well.-Come hither,
you found it. spirit;
(Aside. Seb. Or stole it, rather. Set Caliban and his companions free:
[Exeunt Cal. Sre. and Trin. Untie the spell. (Exit ARIEL.] How fares my Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your gracious Sir ?
train, There are yet missing of your company To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest Some few odd lads, that you remember not. For this one night; which (part of it). I'll waste Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, STEPANO, Go quick away: the story of my life,
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make
[it and Trinculo, in their stolen appurel. And the particular accidents, gone by, Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let Since I came to this isle: And in the morn, no man take care for himself; for all is but I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, fortune Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio! Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; my head, here's a goodly sight.
And thence retire me to my Milan, where Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, in- Every third thought shall be my grave. How fine my master is! I am afraid (deed!
Alon. I long He will chastise me.
To hear the story of your life, which must Seb. Ha, ba;
Take the ear strangely. What things are these, my lord Antonio ! Pro. I'll deliver all; Will money buy them?
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, Ant. Very like; one of them
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Your royal fleet far off.--My Ariel ;--chick,Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my That is thy charge; then to the elements lords,
(krave, Be free, and fare thou well !--[Aside. Please Then say, if they be true:t-This misshapen you, draw near.
Exeunt. His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make Nows and ebbs,
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
And what strength I have's mine own; Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Acknowledge mine.
I must be here confin'd by you, Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.
Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Since I have ny dukedom got, butler ?
And pardon’d the deceiver, dwell Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine? In this bare island, by your spell; Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where But release me from my bands, should they
With the help of your good hands.* Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?- Gentle breath of yours my sails How cam'st thou in this pickle?
Must fill, or else my project fails, Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I Which was to please: Now I want saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.
And my ending is despair, Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ?
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;, Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, Which pierces so, that it assaults but a cramp.
Mercy itself, and frees all faults. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah ? As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Let your indulgence set me free. • Conductor.
* Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.
With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's
mirth, SCENE I.-An open place in Verona.
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: Enter VALENTINE and Proteus. It haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; If lost, why then a grievous labour won; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits : However, but a folly bongbt with wit, Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days Or else a wit by folly vanquished. To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me I rather would entreat thy company,
fool. To see the wonders of the world abroad, Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home,
prove. Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Pro. "Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive | Val. Love is your master, for he masters you : therein,
And he that is so yoked by a fool, Even as I would, when I to love begin.
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine,
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud adieu !
The eating canker dwells, so eating love Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Inhabits in the finest wits of all. Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel : Val. And writers say, As the most forward Wish me partaker in ihy happiness,
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, (bud When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy Even so by love the young and tender wit If ever danger do environ thee, (danger, Is turn’d to folly; blasting in the bud, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Losing his verdure even in the prime, For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.
And all the fair effects of future hopes. Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. That art-a votary to fond desire ? Val. That's on some shallow story of deep Once more atjeu: my father at the road love,
Expects my coming there to see me shippa. How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Pro. And thither Will I bring thee, Valentine.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our For he was more than over shoes in love.
leave. Val. "Tis true; for you are over boots in love; At Milan, let me hear from theç by letters, And yet you never swam the Hellespont. Of thy success in love, and what news else Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the Betideth here in absence of thy friend ; boots.
And I likewise will visit thee with mine. Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Pro. What?
Milan! Val. To be
Val. As much to you at home! and so, fareIn love, where scorn is bought with groans ;
[Exit VALENTINE. coy looks,
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love:
He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; A humorous punishment at Harvest-home feasts, &c. I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; having nothing but the word, noddy, for my
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with purse. thought.
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief:
What said she?
Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my the matter, may be both at once delivered. master?
Pro, Well, Sir, here is for your pains: What Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark said she? for Milan.
Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd her. already;
Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. from her?
Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all An if the shepherd be a while away.
from her; nó, not so much as a ducat for deSpeed. You conclude that my master is a livering your letter : And being so hard to me
shepherd then, and I a sheep? that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as Pro. I do.
hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. whether I wake or sleep.
Pro. What, said she nothing ? Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy Speed. This proves me still a sheep. pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. you have testern'dt me; in requital whereof,
Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circum- henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, stance.
Sir, I'll commend you to iny master. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from another.
wreck; Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and which cannot perish, having thee aboard, not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my Being destined to a drier death on shore :master, and my master seeks not me; there. I must go send some better messenger; fore, I am no sheep.
I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shep-Receiving them from such a worthless post. herd, the shepherd for food follows not the
[Exeunt. sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: there
SCENE II.-The same. Garden of Julia's fore, thou art a sheep.
house. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry
Enter Julia and LUCETTA. baa. Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love?
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, letter to Julia ? Speed. Ay, Sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your
Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unletter to her, a laced mutton ;* and she, a laced
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for That every day with parlet encounter me, my labour. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a
In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?
Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll store of muttons.
show my mind Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you According to my shallow simple skill. were best stick her.
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir EglaPro. Nay, in that you are astray ; 'twere
mour ? best pound you.
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall
fine; serve me for carrying your letter. Pro. You mistake; 1 mean the pound, a
But, were I you, he never should be mine.
Júl. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? pinfold.
Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so, so. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? and over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to
Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in your lover.
Jul. How now! what means this passion at Pro. But what said she? did she nod ?
his name? (SPEED nods.
Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing Speed, 1.
That I, unworthy body as I am, [shame, Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy.t Speed. You mistook, Şir; I say, she did nod : Should censures thus on lovely gentlemen.
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ? and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.
Luc. Then thus,-of many good I think him
best. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set Jul. Your reason? it together, take it for your pains.
Luc. have no other but a woman's reason ; Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing I think him so, because I think him so. the letter.
Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to
on him ?
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast Pro. Why, Sir, how do you bear with me?
away. Speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly;
+ Given me a sixpence. A term for a courtczan, † A game at cards.
bear with you.
Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden
then. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you
ye. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but Jul. And why not you? small.
Luc. I cannot reach so high. Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most Jul. Let's see your song -How now, min. of all,
ion ? Jul. They do not love, that do not show their Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing love.
it out: Luc. 0, they love least, that let men know And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. their love.
Jul. You do not ? Jul. I would, I knew his mind.
Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam.
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. Jul. To Julia,-Say, from whom !
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, Luc. That the contents will show.
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:* Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?
There wanteth but a meant to fill your song. Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly from Proteus :
base. He would have given it you, but I, being in the Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, Jul. This babble sball not henceforth trouble
Here is a coilộ with protestation ! [me. Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker !*
[Tears the letter. Vare you presume to harbour wanton lines? Go, get you gone ; and let the papers lie: To whisper and conspire against my youth ? You would be fingering them, to anger me. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, Luc. She makes it strange; but she would And you an officer fit for the place.
be best pleas'd There, take the paper, see it be return'd; To be so anger'd with another letter. (Erit. Or else return no more into my sight.
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee
same! than hate.
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! Jul. Will you be gone?
Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey, Luc. That you may ruminate. (Exit. And kill the bees, that yield it, with your Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the
I'll kiss each several paper for amends. It were a shane to call her back again, And here is writ-kind Julia ;=unkind Julia ! And pray her to a fault for which I chid her, As in revenge of thy ingratitude, What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, I throw thy name against the bruising stones And would not force the letter to my view ? Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain, Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that (Ay. Look, here is writ-lore-wounded Proteus : Which they would have the profferer construe, Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, and thus 1 search it with a sovereign kiss, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod ! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written When willingly I would have had her here!
down? How angrily I taught my brow to frown, Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! Till I have found each letter in the letter. My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
Except mine own name; that some whirlAnd ask remission for my folly past :
wind bear What ho! Lucetta !
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,Luc. What would your ladyship?
Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, Jul. Is it near dinner-time?
To the sweet Julia ;—that I'll tear away;
And yet I will not, sith|| so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names :
(meat, Jul. What is't you took up
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. So gingerly? Luc. Nothing
Re-enter LUCETTA. Jul. Why did'st thou stoop then ?
Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your faLuc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
ther stays. Jul. And is that paper nothing?
Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. Nothing concerning me.
Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tellJul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.
tales here :
[up. Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it con
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them Unless it have a false interpreter. (cerns,
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note : your ladyship can set.
Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to
them. Jul. As little by such toys as may be possi- Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love. [ble:
you see; Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
* A term in music.
+ The tenor in music. * A matchmaker. - Passion or obstinacy. 1 A challenge.
Bustle, stir. || Since.