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A daughter?

O heavens! that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there! that they were, I 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, howsoe'r you have
Ben 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, was landed,

To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Bentting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.

The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess.

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer.

I would not for the world.

No, my dearest love,

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'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast

at play?

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; I chose her, when I could not ask my father For his advice; nor thought I had one: she Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, Of whom so often I have heard renown, But never saw before; of whom I have Receiv'd a second life, and second father This lady makes him to me.

Alon.

I am her'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 With a heaviness that's gone.

Gon.

I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,

And on this couple drop a blessed crown;
For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way
Which brought us hither!

Alon.
I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Should become king of Naples? O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy; and set it down
With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom,
In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,
When no man was his own.3
Alon.

Give me your hands:
[To Fer. and Mira.

Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!

Gon.

Be't so! Amen!

Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.

O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us!
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Our king and company: the next, our ship,—
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,-
Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd as when
We first put out to sea.

Ari.
Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.
Pro.
My tricksy' spirit!

[Aside.

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

(3) In his senses. (4) Ready. (5, Clever, adroit.

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Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou[side.
shalt 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.

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 should
they

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.

Sir, my lege, Do not infest your mind with beating on Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? The strangeness 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 seem 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 To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. gra-And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool!

Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untic the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my

cious 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, indeed!
How fine my mister 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.
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my
lords,
Then say, if they be true: 2-This mis-shapen knave,
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
(2) Honest.

(1) Conductor.

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
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 car strangely.

Pro.

I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditions, 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!-[uside] 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, 'lis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples: Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And nardon'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.

It is observed of The Tempest, that its plan is regular; this the author of The Revisal thinks, what I think too, an accidental effect of the story, not intended or regarded by our author. But, whatever might be Shakspeare's intention in forming or adopting the plot, he has made it instrumental to the production of many characters, diversified with boundless invention, and preserved with profound skill in nature, extensive knowledge of opinions, and accurate observation of life. In a single drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and sailors, all speaking in their real characters. There is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly goblin; the operations of magic, the tumults of a 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.

JOHNSON.

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Valentine.

Out-laws.

Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Silvia, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine.
Lucetta, waiting-woman to Julia.

Servants, musicians.

Scene, Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.

If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,

Enter Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

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 dan

ger,

If ever danger do environ thee,

Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beads-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.
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 boots thee not.

Pro.

Val.

What?
To be

In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy
looks,

With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth,
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;

(1) A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c.

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! 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,
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend;
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
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 dignify them more;
I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Thou, Julia, thon hast metamorphos'd 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.

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Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already;
And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him.
Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray,
An if the shepherd be awhile away.

| 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

Speed. You conclude that my master is a shep-telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; herd then, and I a sheep?

Pro. I do.

Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether
I wake or sleep.

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 boun'y, 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. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. 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'il 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 I sheep. I

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 ine, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store]

of muttons.

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Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy,2
Speed. You mistook, sir;

[Speed nods.

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 be with you.

Pro. 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. 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 her.
Pro. Why? could'st thou perceive so much

from her?

(3) A term for a courtezan. (2) A game at cards.

Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from
wreck;

Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destin'd to a drier death on shore :-
must go send some better messenger;
fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The same. Garden of Julia's

house. 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 unheed-
fully.

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen,
That every day with parles encounter me,
In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?
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?
But, were I you, he never should be mine.
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;
Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?

I

Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so, so.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus?
Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us!
Jul. How now! what means this passion at his
name?

Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing
shame,

That I, unworthy body as I am,

Should censures 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; think him so, because I think him so.

Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love

on him?

Luc. Av, if you thought your love not cast away.
Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me.
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small.
Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.
Luc. Fire, that 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.
Luc.
Peruse this paper, madam.
Jul. To Julia,-Say, from whom?
Luc.
That the contents will show.
Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think,
from Proteus:

He would have given it you, but I, being in the way,
(5) Talk.

(4) Given me a sixpence.
(6) Pass sentence.

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