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Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, To take my life: two of these fellows you
I shall be pinch'd to death. Our royal, good, and rallant ship; our master Aion. Is not thi: Stephano, my drunken butler ? Cap'ring to eye ier: On a trice, so please you,
Scó. He is drunk now: Where had he wine? Even in a dream, were we dividid liom them, Alon. And Trinculo is recling ripe: where should And were brought moping hi her.
Was't well done?) Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?— Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou [.Iside. How camist thou in this pickle ? shalt be free.
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw Alon. This is as strangca maze asc'er men trod: you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: And there is in this business more than natuie į shall not leur fly-blowing. Was erer conduct of: some oracle
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ? Must rectify our knowledge.
Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but Pro.
Sir, my lege, a cramp: Do not infest your mind with beating on
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? The stranzeness of this business; at pick'd leisure,
Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. (Which to you shall seemn probable, ) of every
(Pointing to Caliban. These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, And think of each thing well.--Come hither, spirit; As in his shape :--Go, sirrah, to my cell;
[Aside. Take with you your companions; as you look Set Caliban and his companions free:
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Cotic the spell. (Exit Ariel.] How fares my gra. And seck for grace: What a thrice-double ass
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereaster, cious sir? There are yet missing of your company
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!
Go to; away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where Trinculo, in their stolen apparel.
you found it.
Seb. Or stole it, rather. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no
(Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. man take care for himself'; for all is but fortune:- Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!
To my poor cell: where you shall lake your rest Trin.'Ir these be true spics which I wear in my With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
For this one night ; which (part of it) Mill waste head, here's a goodly sighi.
Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! Go quick away; the story of my life, How fine my mister is! I am afraid
And the particular accidents, gone by, H2 will chastise me.
Since I came to this isle : And in the morn, Seb. lla, ha;
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Where I have hope to sec the nuptial Will money buy them?
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
Very like; one of them And thence retire me to my Milan, where
I'll deliver all; Thit could control the moon, inake flows and ebbs, And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And deal in her command, without her power:
And sail so expeditions, that shall catch These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil Your royal fl: et far off.-My Ariel ;-chick,(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them That is ihy charge; then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well!-(uside] Please you (1) Conductor. (2) Hunest.
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy, itself, and frees all fauts.
As you from crimes would pardon d be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
It is observed of The Tempes', that its plan is
regular; this the author of The Revisal thinks, I must be here confin'd by you,
what I think too, an accidental effect of the story,
not intended or regarded by our author. But, Or sent to Naples : Let me noi, Since I have my dukedom got,
whatever might be Shakspeare's intention in formAnd nardon'd ihe deceiver, dwell
ing or adopting the plot, he has made it instrumenIn this bare island, by your spell ;
tal to the production of many characters, diversi
fied with boundless invention, and preserved with But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands.'
profound skill in nature, extensive knowledge of Gentle breath of yours my sails.
opinions, and accurate observation of life. In a sin
Igle drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please: now I want
sailors, all speaking in their real characters. There Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly gobe And my ending is despair,
lin; the operations of magic, the tumults of a Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ;
storm, the adventures of a desert island, the native
effusion of untaught affection, the punishment of (1) Applause : noise was supposed to dissolve a guilt, and the final happiness of the pair for whom spell.
our passions and reasons are equally interested.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
Julia, a lady of Verona beloved by Proteus,
Silvia, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine. Thurio, a foolish rival to Valentine.
Lucetta, waiting-woman to Julia.
Scene, Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.
and on the frontiers of Manlua.
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit, SCENE I.-An open place in Verona. Enter Or else a wit by folly vanquished. Valentine and Proteus.
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll Valentine.
prove. CEASE to persuade, my loving Proteus ;
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: And he that is so yoked by a fool, Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days Nethinks should not be chronicled for wise. To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud I rather would entreat thy company,
The eating canker dwells, so eating love To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Inhabits in the finest wils of all. Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home,
Val. And writers say, A; the most forward bud Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Is eaten by the c:inker cre it blow, Bat, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even so by love the young and tender wit Even as I would, when I to love begin.
Is turn'd to fully; blasting in the bud, Pre. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, Losing his verdure even in the prime, adieu !
And all the fuir effects of future hopes.
Once more adieu : my father at the road When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy dan- Expects my coming, there lo see me shipp'd. ger,
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. If ever dinger do environ thee,
Val. Sweet Pro:eus, no; now let us take our Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
leave. For I will be thy beads-man, Valentine.
At Milan, let me hear from thce by letters,
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, Ard I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love. Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell !
(Erit Valentine. Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Pro. He after honour hunts, I alter love : And yct vou never swam the Hellespont. He leaves his friends, to dignify them more ; Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. boots.'
Thou, Julia, thoi hast metamorphos'd me; Pal. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Pro.
What? War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Vel.
To be Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy thought.
Speed. Sir Proteus, save you : saw you my
master ? (1) A humorous punishment at harvest-home Pro. But now he parlbi hence, to embark for leasts, &c.
Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; l. Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering
Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, your letter: and being so hard to me that brought An if the shepherd be awhile away.
your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in Speeil. You conclude that my master is a shep-telling incr mind. Give her no token but stones; herd then, and I a sheep?
for she's as hard as stcel. Pro, I do.
Pro. What, said she nothing ? Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether! Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy I wake or sleep.
pains. To testify your boun' y, I thank you, you Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. have testern'de me; in requital whereof, hence. Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
forth carry your letters yourself; and so, sir, I'll Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. commend you to my master. Specil. Nay, that I can diny by a circumstance. Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from Pro. It shall gohard, but l'il prove it by another. wreck;
Speel. The shopherd seeks the sheep, and not Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, Being destin'd to a drier death on shore: and any inaster sveks not me: therefore, I am no I must fo send some better messenger; sheep.
I lear, my Julia would not deign my lines, Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, icceiving thein from such a worthless post. the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou
(Exeunt. for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: iherefore, thou art a sheep. SCENE II.-The same. Garden of Julia's Speed. Such another proof will make me cry
house. Enter Julia and Lucetta. baa.
Ju. But sav, Lucetta, now we are alone, Pro. But dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter to Julia ?
IVould'st thou then counsel me to fall in love Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your lei
Luc. Av, madam; so you stumble not unheed
Tidl. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen,
Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show best stick her. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best According to my shallow simple skill.
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? pound you. Speel. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve But, were I you, he never should be mine.
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and iine; me for carrying your letter. Pro. You mi tuke; I mean the pound, a pin- Luc. Well of his wealih; but of himself, so, so.
Jul. Whai think'st thor of the rich Mercatio ? fold.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? Speed. From a pound to a pin ? fold it over and
Lic. Lord, lord! to see what lolly reigns in us! 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your
Jul. How now! what means this passion at his lover.
name? Pro. But what said she ? did she nod?
Luc. Pardon, dear madam ; 'uis a passing
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Should censures thus on lovely gentlemen.
Juil. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ? Speed. You mistook, sir; say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod, and i say, I.
Lilc. Then thus, of many good I think him
best. Pro. And that set together, is--noddy.
Jul. Your acason? Speed. Now you have taken the pums to set it 1o her, take it for your pains.
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason ; Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the I think him so, because I think him so. letter.
Jul. And wouid'st thou have me cast my love Seeu. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to be; Luc. Av, if you thought your love not cast away, Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?
Ju. Whi, he of all the rest hath never mor'd me, Sneed. Marry, sir, the letier very ord+!:; having Jul. Dis little speaking shows his love but small.
Luc. Yei he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. no‘hing hut the word, noddy, for my pains. Pro. Beshrewd me, but you have a quick wit.
Luc. Firr, that a closest kept, burns most of all.
Ju!. They do not love, that do not show their love. Specil. And yet it cannot overtake your slow
Luc. O, ihey love least, that let men know their purse.
love. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief : what said she?
Jul. I would, I krew his mind.
Luc. Speel. Open your purse, that the money, and
Peruse this paper, madam.
Juu. To Julia,-Sar, from whom? the matter, may be both at once delivered.
That the contents will show. Pro, Well, sir, here is for your pains; what said she?
Jul. Say, say; who save it thee?
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? could'st thou perceive so much He would have given it you, but I, being in the
froin Proteus: from her?
way, (1) A term for a courtezan. (2) A game at cards. (4) Given me a sixpence. (5) Talk. 13) III bewide.
(6) Pass sentence.
Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. pray,
Here is a coile with protestation ! Jd. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker !!
[Tears the letter. Dare you presume to harbour wünton lines ? Go, get you gone ; and let the papers lie: 's. hisper id conspire against my youth? You would be fingering them, lo anger me. Non, trust me, 'lis an office of great worth, Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be All you an ouncer hit for the place.
best pleas'd 'Tirre, take the paper, see it be return'd; To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Orde return no more into my sight.
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! Luc. To plead for love deserves inore see than 0 h teful hands, to tear such loving words ! hale.
Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey, Hl. löill you be gone?
And kill the bees that yield it, with your stings ! That you may ruminate. I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
[Exit. And here is writ-kind Julia ;--unkind Julia ! Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the leiter. As in revenge of thy ingratitude, I Wica aname to call her back again,
I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Arul pray her lo a fault for which ichid her. Trampling conteniptuously on thy disdain. voliucl is she, that knows I am a maid, Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus :and would not force the ictter to my view ? Poor wounded name! iny bosom, as a bed, Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Shull lodge thee, till lily wound be thoroughly Which they would have the protterer construe, Ay. heald; Hie, je! how wayward is this foolish love, And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Taut, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down ? And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away 11 churlishiy I chid Lucetta hence,
Till I have found eaco letter in the letter, When willingly I would have had her here! Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear Hox angrily I taught my brow to frown, Unto a rugged, fearful, hanging rock, Wohin inward joy enfore'd my heart to sinile ! And throw it thence into the raging sea! y penerce is, o call Lucetia back,
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,And ask remission for my folly past:
Poor forlorn Proleuts, passionale Proleus, Wi Lu! Luctita!
To the sweet Julia :--that l'll tear away;
And yet I will not, sith' so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names:
Thus will I fold them one upon another; L'e.
What would your ladyship ? Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and ;our father
stays. So gingerly?
Jul. Well, let us go.
Luc. What, shall these papers lie like te!!-ales
here? Lur. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Ju. If you respect them, best to take them up. Jul. And is that paper nothing ?
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down : Liu.
Nothing concerning me. Yet here they shall not lic, for catching cold. Jal. Then let it lie, for those that it concerns. Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.
Lue. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Luc. Ay, inadam, you may say what sights you
[Exeunt. Jus! As little by such toys as inay be possible: Bet sing it to the tune of Lighi o'lme.
SCENE III.-The same. A room in Antonio's Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
house. Enter Antonio and Panthino. Jud. Heavy? belike it hath some burden then. Lue. Ay; and melodious were it, would you Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sado talk was that, sing it.
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? Jul. And why not you ?
Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Luc.
I cannot reach so high. Ant. Why, what of him? Jud. Let's ser your song:-How now, minion ? Pan.
He wonder'd, that your lordship Ine. Kerptune there stil, so you will sing it out: Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. While other men, of slender reputation,' Jud. You do not?
Put forth their sons to scek preferment out: Lye. No, madam ; it is too sharp.
Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; Jl. You, minion, are too saucy.
Some, to discover islands far away; Lue. Nay, nor you are too flat,
Some, to the studious universities. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:3 For any, or for all these exercises, There wanteth but a mean' to fill your song. He said, that Proteus, yetir son, was meet; Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. And did request me, to importune you, Luc. Indeed, I bid the bases for Proteus. To let him spend his tine no more at home, (1) A matchmaker. (2) Passion or obstinacy. (5) A challenge. (6) Bustle, stir. (7) Since. 13) A term in music. '(4) The tenor in music. is) Serious. (9) Litile consequence