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Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this band, I'll have that gown.
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you
To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinchez;
-Mistress line, is
Ste. Be you quiet, monster. not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, an't like your grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that jest: here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,
And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to hear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'l turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this. Trin. And this. Ste. Ay, and this.
A noise of hunters heard.
Enter divers Spirits, ins shape of hounds, and hunt them about. PROSPERO and ARIEL, setting them on.
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!
[CAL. STE. and TRIN. are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them,
Hark, they roar.
Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
for a little,
SCENE I-Before the Cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO in his magick robes; and ARIEL. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.
When first I rais'd the tempest. How fares the king and his?
I did say so,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
And mine shall.
Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
Do I take part: the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a frantich gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks.
A solemn air, and the best comforter
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Not one of them,
I will dis-case me, and myself present,
ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPero.
ARI. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,
After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so. —
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze
Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us
Behold, sir king,
Whe'r thou beest he, or no,
Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot
Be measur'd, or confin'd.
Or be not, I'll not swear.
First, noble friend,
Whether this be,
You do yet taste
Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
Seb. The devil speaks in him.
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
If thou beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation :
I am woe for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience Says it is past her cure.
I rather think,
You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace
You the like loss?
Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable
O heavens! that they were living both in Naples,
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daugh
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FER
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
I would not for the world.
No, my dearest love,
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should | Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when We first put out to sea.
And I would call it fair play.
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.
If this prove
Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.
My tricksy spirit: S
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,
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, Then say, if they be true: — -This mis-shapen knave,
His mother was a witch; and one so strong
Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where Seb. Or stole it, rather. should they
(Ereunt Cal. Sre. and Trin. Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ? - Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, How cam'st thou in this pickle?
To my poor cell : where you shall take your rest Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it bones : I shall not fear fly-blowing.
Go quick away: the story of my life, Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?
| And the particular accidents, gone by, Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a Since I came to this isle: And in the morn, cramp.
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Where I have hope to see the nuptial Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd And thence retire me to my Milan, where
[Pointing to Caliban. Every third thought shall be my grave. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Alon.
I long As in his shape : - Go, sirralı, to my cell;
To hear the story of your life, which must
I'll deliver all; Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
Your royal fleet far off. - My Ariel ; – chick, And worship this dull fool ?
That is thy charge; then to the elements Pro.
Go to ; away! Be free, and fare thou well! — [aside.) Please you, Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where
you found it.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
DUKE OF MILAN, father to Silvia. VALENTINE,
PROTEUS, Gentlemen of Verona.
THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine.
PANTHINO, servant to Antonio.
- Sometimes in VERONA ; sometimes in MILAN; and on the frontiers of MANTUA.
SCENE I. -An open place in Verona.
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 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 danger,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
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.
In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks,
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.
JULIA, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth,
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
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,
Once more adieu: my father at the road
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell. [Exit VALENTINŲ,