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and groves ;
Aud the remainder mourning over them, Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: That, if you now beheld them, your affections Thy brother was a furtherer in the act; (blood, Would become tender.
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian,-Flesh and Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ?
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Expell’d remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian, Pro. And mine shall.
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong) Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling, Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive Of their afflictions; and shall not myself,
ing One of their kind, that relish all as sha:piy,
Unnatural though thou art!—Their understand. Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Begins to swell: and the approaching tide Though with their high wrongs I am struck to Will shortly fill the reasonable shores, the quick,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury That yet looks on me, or would know me. Ariel, Do I take part: the rarer action is
Fetch me the bat and rapier in my cell; In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
(erit Ariel. The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
I will dis-case me, and myself present, Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel; As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
Thou shalt ere long be free. And they shall be themselves.
Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Prospero. Ari. I'll fetch them, sir.
[exit. Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes,
In a cowslip's bell I lie :
On the bat's back I do fly,
After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel : I shall miss By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make,
thee; Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime But yet thou shalt have freedom : so, so, 80. — Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice To the king's ship, invisible as thou art : To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid There shalt thou find the mariners asleep (Weak masters though ye be) I have be-dimm'd Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain, The noon-tide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds, Being awake, enforce them to this place; And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault And presently, I prythee. Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak Or e'er your pulse twice beat.
erit. With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazeHave I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up Inhabit here: some heavenly power guide us (ment, The pine and cedar: graves, at my command,
Out of this fearful country!
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no,
(solemn music. As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse Re-enter Ariel: after him Alonso, with a frantic Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and The afiliction of my mind amends, with which, Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and I fear, a madness held me: this must crave Francisco. They all enter the circle which Pros- (An if this be at all) a most strange story. pero had made, and there stand charmed; which Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat Prospero observing, speaks.
Thou pardon me my wrongs.
But how should A solemn air, and the best comforter
Be living, and be here?
[Prospero To an upsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Pro. First, noble friend, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot For you are spell-stopp'd.
Be measur'd, or confin'd. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Gon. Whether this be, Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine, Or be not, I'll not swear. Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace; Pro. You do yet taste And as the morning steals upon the night, Some subtilties o'the isle, that will not let you Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Believe:hings certain: welcome, my friends all:Pro. No;
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, I have curs'd them without cause. [to S. & A.
[Fer. kneels to Alon. I here could pluck bis highness' frown upon you,
Alon. Now all the blessings And justify you traitors; at this time
Of a glad father compass thce about ! t'll tell no tales.
Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. Seb. The devil speaks in him.
[aside. Mira. O! wonder !
How many goodly creatures are there here ! For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive That has such people in't! Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
[at play? My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast Thou must restore.
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours ; Alon. If thou beest Prospero,
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, Give us particulars of thy preservation ;
And brought us thus together? How thou hast met us here, who, three hours since, Fer. Sir, she's mortal; Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost,- But, by immortal Providence, she's mine ; How sharp the point of this remembrance is ! I chose her, when I could not ask my father My dear son Ferdinand.
For his advice; nor thought I had one: she Pro. I am woe for't, sir.
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Of whom so often I have beard renown, Says, it is past her cure.
But never saw before; of whom I have Pro. I rather think,
(grace, Received a second life, and second father You have not sought her help; of whose soft This lady makes him to me. For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,
Alon. I am her's : And rest myself content.
But O, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness !
With a heaviness that's gone.
Gon. I have inly wept,
[gods, Alon. A daughter?
Or should have spoke ere this.
Look down, you
lessed crown; O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, And on this couple drop a The king and queen there! that they were, I wish For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Myself were mudded in that oozy bed (daughter? Which brought us hither! Where my son lies. When did you lose your
Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
[issue Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his At this encounter do so much admire,
Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice That they devour their reason; and scarce think Beyond a common joy; and set it down Their eyes do offices of truth, their words With gold on lasting pillars : in one voyage Are natural breath; but, howsoe'er you have
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; Been justled from your senses, know for certain, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, That I am Prospero, and that very duke (strangely Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, Upon this shore, where were wreck'd, was When no man was his own. To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; [landed, Alon. Give me your hands: [to Ferd. and Mir. For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
That doth not wish you joy! Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
Gon. Be't so! Amen! This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in,
amazedly following. My dukedom since you have given me again, O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! I will requite you with as good a thing :
prophesied, if a gallows were on land, At least, bring forth a wonder, to content yc, This fellow could not drown.—Now, blasphemy, As much as me my cakedom.
Thatswear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore? The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Fer- Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? dinand and Miranda playing at chess.
Boats. The best newsis, that we have safely 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 split,I would not for the world.
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you should We first put out to sea. And I would call it fair play.
(wrangle, Ari. Sir, all this service Alon. If this prove
Have I done since I went. A vision of the island, one dear son
Pro. My tricksy spirit ! Shall I twice lose.
Alon. These are not natural events; they Seb. A most high miracle!
bithes Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful; From strange to stranger,—ay, how came y
[asiile. (aside. Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, To take my life: two of these fellows you I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches, Acknowledge mine. Where, but even now, with strange and several Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. noises
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Seb. He is drunk now. Where had he wine? And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe. Where We were awak'd ; straightway, at liberty;
should they Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? Our royal, good and gallant ship; our master How cam'st thou in this pickle? Cap'ring to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw Even in a dream, were we divided from them, you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my And were brought moping hither.
bones. I shall not fear fly-blowing. Ari. Was't well done?
[aside. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ? Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free. Stc. , touch me not; I am not Stephano, but
cramp Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod: Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah ? And there is in this business more than nature Ste. I should have been a sore one then. [on. Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd Must rectify our knowledge.
(pointing to Caliban. Pro. Sir, my liege,
Pro. He is as disproportion’d in his manners, Do not infest your mind with beating on
As in his shape:—go, sirrah, to my cell ; The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, Take with you your companions; as you look Which will be shortly, single I'll resolve you To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. (after, (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every Cal. Ay, that I will; and I will be wise hereThese happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass And think of each thing well. Come hither, spirit; Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
[aside. And worship this dull fool ? Set Caliban and his companions free:
Pro. Go to; away!
(you found it Untie the spell. (erit Ariel.] How fares my gra- Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where There are yet inissing of your company [cious sir? Seb. Or stole it, rather.
|-!1in? Soine few odd lads, that you remember not.
[ereunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Re-enter Aricl, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Trinculo, in their stolen upparel.
To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste no man take care for himself; for all is but for- With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make tune.—Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!
Go quick away: the story of my life, [it Trin. If these be true spies which I wcar in And the particular accidents, gone by, my head, here's a goodly sight.
Since I came to this isle. And in the morn, Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, How fine my master is! I am afraid
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
tinh He will chastise me.
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; Seb. Ha, ha ;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where itt? What things are these, my lord Antonio ? Every third thought shall be my grave. Will money buy them?
Alon. I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Pro. I'll deliver all;
on not fit
Don Pedro, Prince of Arragon.
Balthazar servant to Don Pedro. Don John, bis bastard brother.
Hero, daughter to Leonato.
Beatrice, niece to Leonato.
Messengers, Watch, and Attendants.
, } gentlewomen attending on Hero.
BEFORE LEONATO'S HOUSE.
Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and Enter Leonato, Hero, Beatrice, and others, with a challenged Cupid at the flight: and my, uncle's Messenger.
fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, Leon. I LEARN, in this letter, that Don Pedro and challenged him at the bird-bolt.- I pray you, of Arragon comes this night to Messina.
how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars? Mess. He is very near by this; he was not But how many bath he kill'd? for, indeed, I prothree leagues off when I left him.
mised to eat all of his killing. Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in
Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick too this action?
much; but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not. Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name. Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these
Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the wars. achiever brings home full numbers. I find here, Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holps that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man, ho a young Florentine, called Claudio.
hath an excellent stomach. Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally Mess. And a good soldier too, lady. remembered by Don Pedro : he hath borne him- Beat. And a good soldier to a lady.But what self beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the is he to a lord ? figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion: he hath, in- Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed deed, better bettered expectation, than you must with all honourable virtues. expect of me to tell you how.
Beat. It is so, indeed: he is no less than a Leon. He bath an uncle here in Messina will stuffed man: but for the stuffing! -Well, we are be very much glad of it.
all mortal. Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece: there appears much joy in him; even so much, there is a kind of merry war betwixt signior that joy could not show itself modest enough, Benedick and her: they never meet, but there is without a badge of bitterness.
a skirmish of wit between them. Leon. Did be break out into tears?! :)
Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our Mess. In great, measure.
last conflict, four of his five wits went balting off, Leon. A kind overflow of kindness : there are and now is the whole man governed with one : 30 no faces truer than those that are so washed. that, if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, How much better is it to weep at joy, than to let him bear it for a difference between himself jog at weeping ?
and his horse : for it is all the wealth that be hatb Beat. I pray you, is signior Montanto returned lest, to be known a reasonable creature.- Who is from the wars, or no ?
his companion now? Ho hath every month a Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there new sworn brother. was none such in the
Mess. Is it possible?
[books. Mess. O, he is returned, and as pleasant as ever Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your others;
Beat. No: an he were, I would burn my study. Beat. You always end with a jade's trick: I -But, I pray you, who is his companion? Is know you of old. there no young squarer now, that will make a D. Pedro. This is the sum of all: Leonato, voyage with him to the devil ?
signior Claudio, and signior Benedick,—my dear Mess. He is most in the company of the right friend Leonato hath invited you all.
I tell him, noble Claudio.
we shall stay here at the least a month; and he Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a heartily prays some occasion may detain us longer. disease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, I dare swear he is no hypoorite, but prays from and the taker runs presently mad. God help the his heart. noble Claudio ! if he have caught the Benedick, it Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not be will cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured. forsworn.—Let me bid you welcome, my lord;
Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady. being reconciled to the prince your brother, I owe Beat. Do, good friend.
you all duty. Leon. You will never run mad, niece.
D. John. I thank you. I am not of many Beat. No, not till a hot January.
words, but I thank you. Mess. Don Pedro is approached.
Lcon. Please it your grace lead on? Enter Don Pedro, attended by Balthasar, and D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go
Don John, Claudio, and Benedick. together. [ereunt all but Benedick and Claudio. D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come
Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter to meet your trouble. The fashion of the world of signior Leonato ? Is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
Bene. I noted her not; but I looked on her. Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the Claud. Is she not a modest young lady? likeness of your grace: for, trouble being gone, Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man comfort should remain ; but when you depart from should do, for my simple true judgment? or would me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave. you have me speak after my custom, as being a
D. Pedro. You embrace your charge too will-professed tyrant to their sex? Ingly.—I think, this is your daughter.
Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in sober judgment. Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so. Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks she is too low fur Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her? a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and tou
Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were you little for a great praise: only this commendation a child.
I can afford her; that were she other than she is, D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we may she were unhandsome; and, being no other but guess by this, what you are, being a man. Truly, as she is, I do not like her. the lady fathers herself ; be happy, lady! for you
Claud. Thou themkest I am in sport; I pray are like an honourable father.
thee tell me truly how thou likest her? Bene. If signior Leonato be her father, she Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire would not have his head on her shoulders, for all after her? Messina, as like him as she is.
Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel ? Beat. I wonder, that you will still be talking, Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But signior Benedick; no body marks you.
speak you this with a sad brow? or do you play Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain! are you yet the flouting jack; to tell us Cupid is a good living?
hare-finder, and Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, Beat. Is it possible disdain should die, while in what key shall a man take you, to go in the she hath such meet food to feed it, as signior song? Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to dis- Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady dain, if you come in her presence.
that ever I looked on. Bene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat.— But it is Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted; see no such matter : there's her cousin, an she and I would I could find in my heart that I had were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as pot a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.
much in beauty, as the first of May doth the last Beat. A dear happiness to women; they would of December. But I hope you have no intent to else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. turn husband; have you ? I thank God, and my cold blood, I am of your Claud. I would scarce trust myself, though I humour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
Bene. Is it come to this i'faith ? Hath not the Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind! world one man, but he will wear his cap with so some gentleman or other shall ’scape a predes suspicion ?-Shall I never see a bachelor of threetinate scratched face.
score again ?-Go to, i'faith, and thou wilt needs Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, an thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, 'twere such a face as your's were.
and sigh away Sundays.—Look, Don Pedro is Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. returned to seek you. Beat. A bird of my tongue is better than a
Re-enter Don Pedro. beast of yours.
D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that Bene. I would my horse had the speed of your you followed not to Leonato’s ?
(to tell. tongue; and so good a continuer.
But keep your
Bene. I would your grace would constrain me way, o'God's name; I have done.
D. Pedro. I charge thee, on thy allegiance.