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ACT V. SCENE I.-Before the Cell of Prospero.
gesture, attended by Gonzalo ; Sebastian and An
TONIO in like manner, attended by Adrian and Enter Prospero in his magic robes ; and Ariel.
FRANCISCO : they all enter the circle which Prospero Pro. Now does my project gather to a head : had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO My charms crack not, my spirits obey, and time observing, speaks. Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? A solemn air, and the best comforter
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, You said our work should cease.
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Pro.
For you are spell-stoppid. When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,
Noble Gonzalo, honourable man, How fares the king and's followers ?
Mine eyes, even sociable to the flow of thine, Ari.
Confin’d together Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace; In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed. — Most cruelly Him that you term’d, sir, the good old lord, Gonzalo : Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter : His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;From eaves ofreeds. Your charm so strongly works them, Thou’rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood, That if you now beheld them, your affections You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Would become tender.
Expell’d remorse and nature ; who, with Sebastian, Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit?
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong) Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, Pro.
And mine shall. Unnatural though thou art. — Their understanding Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Begins to swell, and the approaching tide Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? That yet looks on me, e'er would know me.-Ariel, Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell ; [Exit Ariel. Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury
I will dis-case me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan.—Quickly, spirit ;
Ariel re-enters singing, and helps to attire Prospero. Not a frown farther." Go; release them, Ariel.
Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
In a cowslip's bell I lie : And they shall be themselves.
There I couch. When owls do cry, Ari.
I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. On the bat's back I do fly, Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and After summer, merrily : groves;
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;
Being awake, enforce them to this place,
[Exit Ariel. Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Out of this fearful country!
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
Whe'r thou beest he, or no, This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Or some enchanted devil to abuse me, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, I'll drown my book.
[Solemn music. Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which, Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso, with a frantic I fear, a madness held me. This must crave
If this prove
(An if this be at all) a most strange story.
I would not for the world. Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should
And I would call it fair play.
Shall I twice lose.
A most high miracle ! Or be not, I'll not swear.
Fer. Though the seas threaten they are merciful : Pro. You do yet taste
I have curs'd them without cause. [Kneels to Alon. Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you
Now, all the blessings Believe things certain.- Welcome, my friends all.- Of a glad father compass thee about! But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. [Aside to Seb. and Ant. Mira.
O, wonder! I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, How many goodly creatures are there here! And justify you traitors : at this time
How beauteous mankind is ! O, brave new world, I will tell no tales.
That has such people in't! Seb. [Aside.] The devil speaks in him.
'Tis new to thee. Pro.
No. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours : Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
Sir, she is mortal; Thou must restore.
But, by immortal providence, she's mine :
I chose her, when I could not ask my father
For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
Received a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.
I am hers.
But O! how oddly will it sound, that I
my child forgiveness. You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, Pro.
There, sir, stop : For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,
Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heaviness that's gone.
I have inly wept, Pro. As great to me, as late ; and, supportable Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker And on this couple drop a blessed crown, Than you may call to comfort you, for I
For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way,
Which brought us hither!
I say, Amen, Gonzalo. O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Should become kings of Naples? O! rejoice Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Beyond a common joy, and set it down Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; At this encounter do so much admire,
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, That they devour their reason, and scarce think Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
In a poor isle ; and all of us, ourselves, Are natural breath; but, howsoe'er you have
When no man was his own.
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
Be it so : Amen.
Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
amazedly following. Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
O look, sir! look, sir! here are more of us. Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, This fellow could not drown.-Now, blasphemy, And subjects none abroad : pray you, look in. That swear’st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore ? My dukedom since you have given me again, Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? I will requite you with as good a thing ;
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye
Our king, and company: the next, our ship, As much as me my dukedom.
Which but three glasses since we gave out split, Prospero draws a curtain, and discovers FERDINAND Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when and MIRANDA playing at chess.
We first put out to sea. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Sir, all this service [Aside. Fer.
No, my dearest love, Have I done since I went.
My tricksy spirit! [Aside. These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil
Where, but even now, with strange and several noises 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 'em ?-
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano!
Ste. O! touch me not: Iam not Stephano, but a cramp.
Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on.
Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
As in his shape.-Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gracious sir? Seb. Or 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
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
Since I came to this isle: and in the morn,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
What things are these, my lord Antonio?
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
That is thy charge : then, to the elements;
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
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.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
Duke of Milan, Father to Silvia.
Panthino, Servant to Antonio. VALENTINE; } The two Gentlemen.
Host, where Julia lodges.
Outlaws with Valentine.
Julia, beloved of Proteus.
Silvia, beloved of Valentine. SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine.
Lucetta, Waiting-woman to Julia. LAUNCE, the like to Proteus.
SCENE I.-An open place in Verona.
Enter VALENTINE and Proteus.
Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu.
Val, And on a love-book pray for my success.
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love,
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love, For he was more than over shoes in love.
Val. 'Tis true; but you are over boots in love,
Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.
What? Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's
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;
Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. To Milan let me hear from thee by letters, Of thy success in love, and what news else 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. Pro. He after honour 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, War with good counsel, set the world at nought, Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
Enter Speed. Speed. Sir Proteus, save you. Saw you my master? Pro. But now he parted hence to embark for Milan.
Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd already, And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.
Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away. Speed. You conclude, that my master is a shepherd,
then, and I a sheep? Pro. I do.
Speed. Why then, my horns are bis horns, whether Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destin'd to a drier death on shore. —
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, Pro. True, and thy master a shepherd.
Receiving them from such a worthless post. [Exit. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.
SCENE II.—The Same. Julia's Garden. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another.
Enter Julia and LUCETTA. Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep. Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love?
Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully. shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, wages followest thy master, thy master for wages That every day with parle encounter me, follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.
In thy opinion which is worthiest love? Speed. Such another proof will make me cry" baa." Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my
Pro. But, dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to mind Julia ?
According to my shallow simple skill. Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
But, were I you, he never should be mine. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercutio ? muttons.
Luc. Well, of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so. Speed. If the ground be overcharg'd, you were best Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? stick her.
Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in us! Pro. Nay, in that you are a stray, 'twere best pound Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name? you.
Luc. Pardon, dear madam : 'tis a passing shame, Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me That I, unworthy body as I am, for carrying your letter.
Should censure thus a loving gentleman. Pro. You mistake: I mean the pound, the pinfold. Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, Luc. Then thus, -of many good I think him best. 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your
Jul. Your reason? lover.
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason : Pro. But what said she ? did she nod ?
I think him so, because I think him so. Speed. I.
Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? Pro. Nod, I? why that's noddy,
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Speed. You mistook, sir: I say she did nod, and Jul. Why, he, of all the rest, hath never mov'd me. you ask me, if she did nod ? and I I.
Luc. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Pro. And that set together, is noddy.
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it Luc. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. together, take it for your pains.
Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Pro. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter. Luc. 0! they love least, that let men know their love.
Speed. Well, i perceive I must be fain to bear with Jul. I would I knew his mind. you.
Peruse this paper, madam. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?
Jul. “To Julia.” Say, from whom? (Gives a letter. Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having
That the contents will show. nothing but the word noddy for my pains.
Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee?
Proteus. Pro. Come, come; open the matter in brief: what He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, said she ?
Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault, I pray. Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! matter, may be both at once deliver'd.
Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said To whisper and conspire against my youth? she?
(Giving him money. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. And you an officer fit for the place. Pro. Why ? Couldst thou perceive so much from her? There, take the paper: see it be return'd, [Gives it back. Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her Or else return no more into my sight. better;
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. No, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter; Jul. Will
gone? And being so hard to me that brought to her your mind, Luc.
That you may ruminate. [Exit. I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling you her Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. mind.
It were a shame to call her back again,
What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, Speed. No, not so much as—"take this for thy And would not force the letter to pains." To testify your bounty, I thank you, you Since maids, in modesty, say "No,” to that have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth Which they would have the profferer construe, "Ay." carry your letters yourself. And so, sir, I'll com- Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, mend you to my master.
[Exit. That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse, Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod.