Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze ment Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us Behold, sir king, Whe'r' thou beest he, or no, Be living and be here? Of a glad father compass thee about! First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age; whose honor cannot Or be not, I'll not swear. Whether this be, You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain:- Welcome, my friends ali: But you, iny brace of lords, were I so minded, Seb. The devil speaks in him. Aside. A.on. If thou beest Prospero, How sharp the point of this remembrance is! Pro. I am woes for't, sir. Aton. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, Pro. Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours Sir, she's mortal; Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you And on this couple drop a blessed crown; Aton. You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, Beyond a common joy and set it down O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; TEMPEST. Where, but even now, with strange and several Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Aside. 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. Do not infect your mind with beating on [Aside. 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 head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! Seb. Ha, ha; What things are these, my lord Antonio? Ant. Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?- bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp. on. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Pro. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Spoken by PROSPERO. Gentle breath of yours my sals Unless I be reliev'd by prayer; As you from crimes would pard n'd be Let your indulgence set me free. SCENE, sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the Frontiers of Mantua. SCENE I. An open Place in Verora. ACT I. 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 honor'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 begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. Upen 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, Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Val. 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. & humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c. Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. Once more adieu: my father at the road Pro. And thither 1 will bring thee, Valentine. Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. of thy success in love, and what news else At Milan let me hear from thee by letters, 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 honor hunts, I after love: Ile leaves his friends to dignify them more; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Made wit with musing weak, heart sick witn War with good counsel, set the world at nought; thought. Enter SPEED. Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pr. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. Sped. The shepherd seeks the sh ep, 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 wa ces followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep. Speel. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to Jula? Speel. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost matton, nothing for my labor. 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. Spee I. Nay. sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. Pro. You m stake; I mean the pound, a pini old. Speel. From a pound to a pin! fold it over und Speed. I. [SPEED nods. Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy. 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. Speel. 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. Speel. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Speel. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speel. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: What said she? Speel. 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? Speel. Truly, sir. I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why! Couldst thou perceive so much from her? Spret. 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? Speel. No, not so much as -take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty. I thank you, you have testern'd me; in requ tal whereof. henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from wreck; Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, [Exeunt. SCENE II.— -The same. Garden of Julia's house. Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jl. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully. Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, 2 A term for a courtezan. A game at ards. 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 Eglamour1 Luc. As of a knight well spoken, neat and fine; But were I you, he never should be mine. Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? 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. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Peruse this paper, madam. 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, Jul. Will you begone? L'ic. 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, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view? Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Which they would have the pro Terer construe, Ay. Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here! How angrily I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smi.e! My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask remission for my folly past:· What ho! Lucetta! Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. What would your ladyship Jul. Is it near dinner time? Luc. I would it were; That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. What is't you took up Why didst thou stoop then Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. Jul. And is that paper nothing? Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.. Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter. Jul. Some love of yours bath writ to you in rhyme. Pass sentence. Passion or :bstinacy. 6 Matchmai Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note: your ladyship can set. Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible; Best sing it to the tune of Light c' love. Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Jul. And why not you? Lic. I cannot reach so high. Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant ;* Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. [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. [Exil. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful han is, to tear such loving words! Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. And here is writ- kini Julia; - unkind Julia! I throw thy na ne against the bruising stones, Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, And throw it thence into the raging sea! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, To the sweet Julia: that I'll tear away; And yet I will not, sith so prettily He couples it to his complaining names: Thus will I fold them one upon another; Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father s'ays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like teles here! Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. see; Jul. I see you have a month's in ni to them. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you 1 see things too, although you judge I wink. Jul. Come, come, w.ll't please you go? [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. A room in Antonio's House. Enter ANTON10 and PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad' talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pint. He wonder'd that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; While other men, of slender reputation, Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there: Some, to discover islands far away: Some, to the studious universities. For any, or for all these exercises, A term in music. A challenge. The tenor in music. ⚫ Bustle, stir. Little consequence. Pant. Twere good, I think, your lordship sen him thither: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. With other gentlemen of good esteem, Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go; And, in good time,-now will we break with him. Enter PROTEUS. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honor's pawn: O, that our fathers would applaud our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents! O heavenly Julia! Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there! Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendation sent from Valentine, Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. writes How happily he lives, how well belov'd, Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee: No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go. Exeunt ANT. and PANT Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear o burning; And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd The uncertain glory of an April day; • Reproach. • Wonder. Break the matter to aura. Allowanco. |