And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault By my so potent art: But this rough magic [Solemn music. Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONZO, with a frantic A solemn air, and the best comforter ARIEL re enters, singing, and helps to attire ARI. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; There I couch when owls do cry. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.- Ari. I drink the air before me, and return [Exit ARIEL. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze ment Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! 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. Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There Be living, and be here? stand, For you are spell-stopp'd. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, To bim thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, thee, Unnatural though thou art!--Their understanding I will dis-case me, and myself present, Pro. First, noble friend, whose honour cannot Whether this be, You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain :- Welcome, my friends all: Seb. The devil speaks in him. Thou must restore. You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace | Received a second life, and second father O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? 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, how 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 strangely most Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, landed, was "Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Fer. Alon. I am he's: But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Must ask my child forgiveness! Pro. There, sir, stop; Let us not burden our remembrances 1 have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown; Alon. Give me your bands: [To FER. and MIR. Be it so! Amen! Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! Our king, and company: the next our ship,- Ari. My tricksy spirit! Aside. Pro. strengthen, From strange to stranger :--Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod⚫ Pro. 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, [Aside. spirit; Set Caliban and his companions free: 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 bead, 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. What things are these, my lord Antonio! 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: knave, This mis-shapen And deal in her command, without her power : Cal. 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? Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd [Pointing to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape:-Go, sirrah, to my cell; on. 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 solemniz'd; And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave. Alon. I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely, Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel;-chick,That 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, TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. PERSONS REPRESENTED. VALENTINE, Gentlemen of Verona. ANTONIO, father to Proteus. THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine. PANTHINO, servant to Antonio. JULIA, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. Servants, musicians. SCENE,-Sometimes in VERONA; sometimes in MILAN; and on the frontiers of MANTUA. 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 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, 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; Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Val. What? 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. 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. 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 counsel 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, Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love: Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. 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? Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Would'st 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, Speed. Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your let-In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? fer 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. Pre. But what said she? did she nod? Speed. I. [SPEED nods. Pro. Nod, I; why, that's 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. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? 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. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from r; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your etter: And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling r mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What, said she nothing? Speed. No, not so much as take this for thy ius. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you ve testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sr, I'll commend you to my master. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck; Which cannot perish, having thee aboard Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my mind According to my shallow simple skill. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? Luc. Then thus, of many good I think him best. Jul. Your reason? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Peruse this paper, madam. That the contents will show from Proteus: He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than |