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.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid

He will chastise me.

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:-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 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

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 celi ; Take with you your companions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,
And seek for grace: What a thrice-doubled ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool?

Pro.
Go to; away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where
you found it.
Seb. Ör 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
And the particular accidents gone by,
Go quick away the story of my life,
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 ear strangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And sail so expeditious, 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!-[Aside.] Please you draw near. [Exeunt

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 pard m❜d be,

Let your indulgence set me free.

SCENE I.-An open Place in Verona.

Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Fal. 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!
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,
If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend the grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

Fal. And on a love-book pray for my success.
Pro. Upen some book I love, I'll pray for thee.
Fal. 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 it boots thee not.
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:
1 haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labor won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Pro. So. by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Fal. So, oy your circumstance. I fear, you'll prove.
Pro. Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love.
Fal. Love is your master, for he masters you:
And he that is so yoked by a fool,

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

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 its verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
That art a votary to fond desire?
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,

Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
Once more adieu: my father at the road

Pro. And thither I 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! (Erit VALENTINE.

Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love: He 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 with 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. 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 inaster 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 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.

Speed. Nay. sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.

Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pint old. Speed. From a pound to a pin fold it over und

over,

"I is threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.

Pro. But what said she? did she nod?

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. 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 bear 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? Couldst 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'd me; in requital 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,
Being destined to a drier death on shore: -
I must go send some better messenger;
I 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, 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,
That every day with parle encounter me,
In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?

2 A term for a courtezan.
Given me a sixpence.

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 Eglamour 1 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. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on

him?

Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.
Jul. Why, he of all the rest, hath never mov'd me.
Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small.
Luc. Fire, that is 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 then
love.

Jul. I would I knew his mind.
Luc.
Jul. To Julia,
Luc.

Peruse this paper, madam. Say, from whom?

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,
Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault. I pray.
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!s
Dare you presume to harbor 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 begone?
Luc.

That you may ruminate. [Erit.
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 profferer 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!

Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note: your ladyship can set.

Jut. As little by such toys as may be possible;
Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love."
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

Jul. Heavy? belike it hath some burden, then.
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you
sing it.
Jul. And why not you?
Luc.

I cannot reach so high.
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.
Jul. You do not?

Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

And mar the concord with too harsh a descant ;
There wanteth but a means to fill your song.
Jal. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
Luc. Indeed I did the base for Proteus.
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
Here is a coil with protestation!

[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.

Exit.

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! I kiss each several paper for amends.

And here is writ— kini Julia; - unkind Julia!
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Look, here is writ-love-woundet Proteus:-
Poor wounded naine! my bosom as a bed,

Shall lodge thee till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd:
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,
Till I have found each letter in the letter,

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,-
Por 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;
Yow kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Re-enter LUCETTA.

Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays.

Jul. Well, let us go.

Luc. What, shall these papers lie like teates 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.
Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you

see;

Enter ANTONIO 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. Aat. Why, what of him? Prat. He wonder'd that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; While other men, of slenter 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.

▲ challenge. *Serious.

The tenor in music. Bustle, stir.

Little consequence.

He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;
And did request me to impórtune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home,
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.

Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me ! that

Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have consider'd well his loss of time;
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry achiev'd,
And perfected by the swift course of time;
Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him?
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Ant. I know it well.

Pant. Twere good, I think, your lordship sen him thither:

There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen;
And be in eye of every exercise

Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speediest execution

I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al
phonso,

With other gentlemen of good esteem,
Are journeying to salute the emperor,
And to commend their service to his will.

Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go; And, in good time,-now will we break with him.

Of commendation sent from Valentine,
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news, Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes

How happily he lives, how well belov'd,
And daily graced by the emperor;
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish
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;
For what I will, I will, and there an end.

I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time
With Valentinus in the emperor's court;
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided;
Please you, deliberate a day or two.

Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee:

No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.
Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd
To hasten on his expedition.

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
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!
• Reproach.
Wonder.

Break the matter to aira Allowance.