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 ARIEI., 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; [deed! 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 on. 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 1 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, : [it To my poor cell where you shall take your rest To hear the story of your life, which must Pro. I'll deliver all; EPILOGUE. 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 ? spelt 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. "Tis true; for you are over boots in love; 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 With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. Pro. "Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Val. And writers say, As the most forward Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. leave. At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Val. As much to you at home! and So, fare. stance. 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 Dest 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. Pro. But what said she? did she nod? [SPEED nods. Speed. I. 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 fan 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 wa 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, an the matter, may be both at once delivered. Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains: Wha 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 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'dt 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 wreck; Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, SCENE II.-The same. house. Garden of JULIA'S Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd 1.te. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. a. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. St. They do not love, that do not show their love. Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their love. Sal. I would, I knew his mina. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam. ul. 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: [way, He would have given it you, but I, being in the Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, 1 pray. 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. [Exit. 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. Ju. And why not you? Jul. Let's see your song:-How now, minion? 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:* base. Luc. Indeed, I bid the base‡ 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 [Exit. 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, To the sweet Julia;-that I'll tear away; Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad* talk was Whereon this month I have been hammering. Pan. Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like I will despatch him to the emperor's court. With other gentlemen of good esteem, [him. And, in good time,-now will we break with Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes How happily he lives, how well belov'd, Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wish. Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provideo; Please you, deliberate a day or two. Ant. Look what thou want'st, shall be sent after thee: No more of stay; to-morrow thon must go.Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition. [Exeunt ANT. and PAN. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of burning; [drown'd: And drench'd me in the sea, where I am I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, Lest he should take exceptions to my love; And with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he excepted most against my love. O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away! is but one. Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine : Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine! Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia! Speed. She is not within hearing, Sir. Val. Go to, Sir; tell me, do you know ma dam Silvia? Speed. She that your worship loves? Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love Allowance * Wonder. |