country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass | of pate; there's another garment for❜t. Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest! Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this! Trin. And this. Ste. Ay, and this. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL Setting them on. Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver! Pro. Fury, Fury ! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark [Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out Go, charge my goblins, that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them, Than pard, or cat o'mountain! Ari. Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou [Exeunt. Before the cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO in his magick robes, and ARIEL. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. Pro. I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his? Ari. Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; In the lime grove, which weather-fends your cell; That if you now beheld them, your affections Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thon, which art but air, a towch, a feeling Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel! Ari. I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot A solemm air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces You brother mine, that entertain❜d ambition, I will dis-case me, and myselfpresent, As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit! ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck 1; There I couch, when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; That they devour their reason; and scarce think Pro. Behold, sir king, The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero: For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; And to thee, and thy company, I bid A hearty welcome. Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, The affliction of my mind amends, with which, I fear, a madness held me: this must crave (An if this be at all,) a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign; aud do entreat, Thou pardon me my wrongs: - But how should Be living, and be here? Pro. First, noble friend, Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Ferdi- 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 Pro-A vision of the island, one dear son spero Shall I twice lose. Seb. A most high miracle! Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: I have curs'd them without cause. [Ferd. kneels to Alon. Alon. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say, how thou cam'st here! But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Must ask my child forgiveness! Pro. There, sir, stop; Let us not burden our remembrances With a heaviness that's gone! Gon. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way 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 piliars: 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, In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs, [To Fer. and Mir. These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon. Be't so! Amen! Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain Acknowledge mine. amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir! here are more of us. Aside. Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done, since I went. Pro. My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger :- Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither. There are yet missing of your company 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. Seb. Ha, ha! What things are these, my lord Antonio? Will money buy them? Ant. 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, His mother was a witch; and one so strong Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they Find this grand liquor, that hath gilded them? — 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? Ste. O touch me not! I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Pro. Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it! Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. To hear the story of your life, which must EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPEKO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Which was to please: Now I want Which pierces so, that it assaults TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. Persons of the Drama. DUKE OF MILAN, father to Silvia. PROTEUS 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. SCENE,-Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua. АСТ I. 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. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, scest 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. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots! Val. To be In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, If lost, why then a grievous labour won; Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. Pro.'Tis love you cavil at ; I am not Love. Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: And he, that is so yoked by a fool, 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. He after honour hunts, I after love; Speed. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master? Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. 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. 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 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 mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. 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. Speed. 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? Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy. [Speed nods. In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you Luc. Peruse this paper, madam! 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. 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. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains! SCENE II.— The same. Garden of Julia's house. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully. That every day with parle encounter me, Jul. To Julia,- Say, from whom? Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from [Exit. He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Re-enter Lucetta. Luc. I would it were; That you might kill your stomach on your meat, Jul. What is't you took up So gingerly? Luc. Nothing. |