daughter?

When did you lose your

Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire,

That they devour their reason; and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you 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;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
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 FER-
DINAND 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 And I would call it fair play.

Alon. If this prove

A vision of the island, one dear son Shall I twice lose.

Seb. A most high miracle!

[wrangle,

Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: I have curs'd them without cause. [Fer. kneels to Al. Alon. Now all the blessings

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! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

Pro. Tis new to thee.

[play? Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at 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
Received a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am her's:

Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.

O look, Sir, look, Sir; here are more of us!
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown.-Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
Has thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Our king, and company: the next, our ship,-
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,-
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.

Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.

[Aside.

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; straitway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheid Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Cap'ring to eye her: on a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither.

Ari. Was't well done?

Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt [Aside. be free.

Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod: And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of: some oracle Must rectify our knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my liege,

Do not infest your mind with beating on

The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable), of every These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit; [Aside.

Set Caliban and his companions free: Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gracious There are yet missing of your company [Sir ! Some few odd lads, that you remember not. Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen Apparel. 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
That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command, without her power:
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil
(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them
To take my life: two of these fellows you
Must know, and own: this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine?

In his senses. + Ready.
Conductor.

Honest.

Clever, adroit.

Alen. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?—
How cam'st thou in this pickle?

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. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd ou.
[Pointing to Caliban.

Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,
And seek for grace; what a thrice double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!

Pre. Go to away!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest For this one night; which (part of it), I'll waste With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it Go quick away: the story of my life, And the particular accidents, gone by, Since I came to this isle: and in the morn, I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Where I have hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear-beloved solemnized: And thence retire me to Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave. Alon. I long

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And sail so expeditious, that shall catch And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel ;-chickThat is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please you draw near. [Exeunt.

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have 's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confined by you, Or sent to Naples: Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell; But release me from my bands,* With the help of your good hands. Gentle breath of your's my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please :-Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.

ACT 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 sluggardized 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, 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,
If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

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. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont, Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots, Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. Pro. 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,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

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.

• A humourous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c.

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.

Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste I time to council thee,
That art a votary to fond desire?

Once more adieu : my father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.
At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend;
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan !
Val. As much to you at home! and so farewell!
[Exit Valentine.

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 metamorphosed 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.

Luc. I cannot reach so high.

Jul. Let's see your song :-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?

Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:*
There wanteth but a meant to fill your song.

Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Protens.
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
Here is a coil with protestation!--

[Tears the Letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleased

To be so anger'd with another letter.

[Exit.
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!
Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey,
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!
I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
And here is writ-kind Julia;-unkind Julia!
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus :---
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly
heal'd;

And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.

But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down?
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Till I have found each letter in the letter,
Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,—
Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
To the sweet Julia;-that I'll tear away;

And yet I will not, sith so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names:
Thas will I fold them one upon another;
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

Re-cnter LUCETTA.

Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father Jul. Well, let us go. [stays. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here?

Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.

Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to them.
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you

see;

I see things too, although you judge I wink.
Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Excunt.
SCENE III.-The same.-A Room in ANTONIO'S
House.

Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.

Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad ¶ talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. Twas 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;

Not being tried, and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry atchieved,
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,
Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Ant. I know it well.

Pant. Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:

There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen;
And be in eye of every exercise,

Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised: And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speediest expedition

[phonso,

I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al-
With other gentlemen of good esteem,
Are journeying to salute the emperor,
And to commend their service to his will.
Ant. Good company; with them shali Proteus go:
And, in good time,-now will we break with him.

Enter PROTEUS.

Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life!
Here is her hand the agent of her heart:
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn:
O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,
To seal our happiness with their consents!
O heavenly Julia!

[there?
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two
Of commendation sent from Valentine,
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

[writes

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he How happily he lives, how well beloved, And daily graced by the emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,

And not depending on his friendly wish.

Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish:
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will, and there an end.

I am resolved, that thou shalt spend some time
With Valentinus in the emperor's court;
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided;
Please you, deliberate a day or two.

Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after thee:

No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.-
Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd
To hasten on his expedition. [Exeunt Ant, and Pant.
Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of

Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but