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 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; This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, The Entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FER- Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. 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! 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; 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! Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found 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. Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? In his senses. + Ready. Honest. Clever, adroit. Alen. 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. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, 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 15 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! When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, 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, Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. 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 Once more adieu : my father at the road Pro. And thither will I bring thee, 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. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pre. 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. Pre. But dost thou hear? gavest 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're astray; 'twere best pound you. Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. Pre. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Speed. I. [Speed nods. Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy. ↑ Speed. You mistook, Sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. Pre. And that set together, is-noddy. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains. Pre. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you. Pre. Why, Sir, how do you bear with me? Speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. Pro. Beshrewt me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Pre. Come, come, open the matter in brief: what said she? Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter, may be both at once deliver'd. Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains: what said she? Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win her. her? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; ; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter; and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's is hard as steel. Pro. What, said she nothing? Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testera'da me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, Sir, I'll commend to my master. you [wreck; Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same.-Garden of JULIA's House. Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jal. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully. Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That every day with parle encounter me, athy opinion, which is worthiest love? Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour! Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Jul. I would, I knew his mind. He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!+ [Exit. Luc. That you may ruminate. 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. Jul. Why didst thou stoop then? Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Unless it have a false interpreter. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love." my mind According to my shallow simple skill. A term for a courtezan. A game at cards. Ill betide. Given me a sixpence. Talk. Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. And how he cannot be a perfect man, Jul. And why not you? 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: Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:* Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. [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. I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? And yet I will not, sith so prettily 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. see; I see things too, although you judge I wink. 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: Pant. Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, 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. Enter PROTEUS. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! [there? [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: I am resolved, that thou shalt spend some time Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after thee: No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.- Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but |