Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, When no man was his own. That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore? Sir, all this service [Aside. Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free; 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 Very like one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say, if they be true.-This mis-shapen knave, Alon. Give me your hands : [To FER. and MIR. His mother was a witch; and one so strong Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Ex. CAL., STE., and TRIN. Ste. O! touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a Since I came to this isle: and in the morn, cramp. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Go to; away! SCENE: sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan, and on the frontiers of Mantua. SCENE I.—An open place in Verona. 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 honour'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. ACT I. 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. Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, 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. 'T is true; but3 you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.* What? Val. To be in love where scorn is bought with groans; Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; If lost, why then a grievous labour won: However, but a folly bought with wit, Pro. So, by your circumstance you call me fool. Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan. Val. As much to you at home; and so, farewell. [Exit. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love: He leaves his friends to dignify 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. Sir Proteus, save you. Saw you my master? 1 for: in f. e. 2 One who prays for another: the word is derived from the dropping of a bead in a rosary, at each prayer recited. 3 for in f. e. : 4 Supposed by Knight to refer to the instrument of torture, the boot, by which the sufferer's leg was crushed by wedges driven between it and the boot in which it was placed. Collier says it is a proverbial expression, signifying "don't make a laughingstock of me." Pro. What! said she nothing? Pro. But now he parted hence to embark for Milan. | Give her no token but stones, for she 's as hard as steel." Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd already, And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away. Speed. You conclude, that my master is a shepherd, then, and I a sheep? Pro. I do. Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pro. The sheep 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 mutton1; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons. Speed. If the ground be overcharg'd, you were best stick her. Pro. Nay, in that you are a stray, 't were best pound you. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. Pro. You mistake: I mean the pound, the pinfold. ask 2 [SPEED nods. Pro. Nod, I? why that's noddy.2 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. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter, may be both at once deliver'd. 3 Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she? [Giving him money. 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 better1; Speed. No, not so much as "Take this for thy Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, [Exit 10 I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my According to my shallow simple skill. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercutio ?11 Should censure thus a loving12 gentleman. I Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason: Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, No, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter; primitive meaning of any 3 4 Not in f. e. 5 to her: 9 Not in f. e. sixpence. Luc. Which they would have the profferer construe, "Ay." Jul. To take a paper up And is that paper nothing? Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Give me a note: your ladyship can set. Jul. 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. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song.-[Snatching the letter.2] How now, minion! Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. Jul. You do not? And kill the bees that yield it with your stings! 8 I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And throw it thence into the raging sea. ! He couples it to his complaining name." 13 Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad13 talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. 'T was 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, And did request me to importune you To let him spend his time no more at home, Which would be great impeachment to his age, In having known no travel in his youth. Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have consider'd well his loss of time, And how he cannot be a perfect man, Not being tried and tutor'd in the world : Experience is by industry achiev'd, And perfected by the swift course of time. Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him ? Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant How his companion, youthful Valentine, 1 This direction is not in f. e. 2 Not in f. e. 3 What we now call in music, a variation. 4 A tenor. 5 An allusion to the game of base, or prison base, in which one runs and challenges his opponent to pursue. 6 The rest of this direction is not in f. e. ?best pleased: in f. e. 8 probe. 9 names in f. e. 10 This proverbial expression is derived from the remembrance or commemoration of the dead by masses, for a stated period, they were hence called month's memories. 11 to: in f. e. 12 13 may say what sights you see : in f. e. grave: in f.e |