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For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,
Alon. You the like loss?
Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portablet To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you; for I
Alon. A daughter?
O heavens! that they were living both in
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these
At this encounter do so much admire,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
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.
But O, how oddly will it sound, that I
Pro. There, Sir, stop:
Let us not burden our remembrances
Gon. I have inly wept,
Or should have spoken ere this. Look down,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown;
Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his
Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
Alon. Give me your hands:
Re-enter ARIEL, with the MASTER and BOAT-
O look, Sir, look, Sir; here are more of us!
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely
Our king, and company: the next our ship,Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you Is tight and yare,t and bravely rigged, as when
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!
Fer. Tho' the seas threaten, they are merciful: I have curs'd them without cause.
[FERD. kneels to ALON. Alon. Now all the blessings
Of a glad father compass thee about!
Mira. O! wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
Pro. "Tis new to thee.
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou
wast at play?
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Fer. Sir, she's mortal;
But, by immortal Providence, she's mine;
We first put out to sea.
Have I done since
Alon. These are not natural events; they
Pro. My tricksy spirit!
Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake,
Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod:
And there is in this business more than nature
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 Sir?
There are yet missing of your company 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, inHow fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me.
Seb. Ha, ha;
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, [knave, Then say, if they be true:t-This misshapen His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control 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? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where
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. + Honest.
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; 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
Pro. 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
To hear the story of your life, which must
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.
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 confin'd 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 yours 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 reliev'd 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.
* Applause noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.
SCENE I.-An open place in Verona.
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Even as I would, when I to love begin.
Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest
Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.
How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.
Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.
Val. To be
In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks,
A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c.
With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth,
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll
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 Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, [bud 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 atlieu, 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
At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in
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 dignífy them more; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
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?
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 are astray; 'twere best pound you.
Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.
Pro. You mistake; 1 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.
Pro. But what said she? did she nod? [SPEED nods.
Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy.t Speed. You mistook, Sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. Pro. And that set together, is-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. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly; † A game at cards.
A term for a courtezan,
having nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.
Pro. Beshrew* me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.
Pro. 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 delivered. Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains: What said she?
Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win
Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from 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 as 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 testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, Sir, I'll commend you to my master.
Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from
Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
SCENE II.-The same.
Garden of JULIA'S
Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd |
Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but
Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all.
Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love.
Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their love.
Jul. I would, I knew his mind.
[way, He would have given it you, but I, being in the Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault,
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!* Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? To whisper and conspire against my youth? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper, see it be return'd; Or else return no more into my sight. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Jul. Will you be gone?
Luc. That you may ruminate.
Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter.
It were a shame to call her back again,
Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then.
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it.
Jul. And why not you?
Luc. I cannot reach so high.
Jul. Let's see your song:-How now, min. ion?
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out:
And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.
Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:"
Luc. Indeed, I bid the baset for Proteus. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble Here is a coils with protestation !— [me.
[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 pleas'd
To be so anger'd with another letter. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!
I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
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?
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,