164 To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers Fer. No, my dearest love, 172 I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, I chose her when I could not ask my father Alon. 236 Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible, There, sir, stop: We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither. Let us not burden our remembrances I have inly wept, 200 Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown; Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo! 204 Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice In a poor isle; and all of us ourselves, 212 Alon. [To FER. and MIRA.] Give me your Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart O look, sir! look, sir! here are more of us. 216 Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? Boats. The best news is that we have safely found 221 And there is in this business more than nature Pro. 252 Set Caliban and his companions free; Untie the spell. [Exit ARI.] 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. 260 Cal. O Setebos! these be brave spirits, indeed. How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me. Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death 276 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? 281 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! 284 304 To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest Pro. 308 I long To hear the story of your life, which must 312 Take the ear strangely. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales And sail so expeditious that shall catch Your royal fleet far off.-[Aside to ARI.] My Ariel, chick, 316 That is thy charge: then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!-Please you, draw [Exeunt. near. EPILOGUE. Spoken by PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Which pierces so that it assaults 8 12 16 20 THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. ANTONIO, Father to Proteus. DRAMATIS PERSONE. THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine. PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio. JULIA, beloved of Proteus. SCENE.-Verona; Milan; and the frontiers of Mantua. 16 If ever danger do environ thee, 20 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. 24 32 Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. 36 Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove. Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love. 40 Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all. 44 48 Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, 52 Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepberd, 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. 96 Speed. Such another proof will make me cry 'baa.' Pro. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter. Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you. 129 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. 133 Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. 136 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. 140 Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains [giving him money]. What said she? Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? couldst thou perceive so much from her? 145 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 your mind. Give her no token but stones, for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What! said she nothing? 152 Speed. No, not so much as 'Take this for Pro. But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my thy pains.' To testify your bounty, I thank you, letter to Julia? 100 you have testerned me; in requital whereof, Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your henceforth carry your letters yourself. And so, letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced sir, I'll commend you to my master. mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. 104 Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons. 157 Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wrack; Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Being destin'd to a drier death on shore. 160 [Exit SPEED. 108I must go send some better messenger: Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. |