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Worthy Sebastian:-0, what might ?-no more. And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
Mirunia's offering to carry the Logs for bim is Dropping upon thy head.
peculiarly elegant. Caliban's Curses.
If you ’li fit down, All the info Etions that the fun fucks up [him l 'll bcar your logs the while; pray give me that, From bogs, fens, Alats, on Profper fall, and make I'll carry it to the pile. By inch-meal a discası! His fpirits hear me,
And afterwards, bör innocent! And yet I nceds must curse. But they'll not pinch.
I am a fool, Fright me with urchin-thews, pitch mei'th’mire, To weep at what I am glad of. Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark I am your wife, if you will marry me: Out of my way, unless he bid them : but If not, I 'll die your maid: to be your fellow For every trifle are they set upon me:
You may deny me: but I'll be your fervant, Sometimes, like apes, that moc and chatter at me, Whether you will or no. And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Punishnient of Grimes delayed, not forgot ien. Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
For which foul deed Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I The powers, delaying not forgetting, have All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues Incens'd the leas and shores, yea, all the crcatures Do hi's me into madness. Lo! now, lo! Against your peace.. Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me,
Guilty Conscience. For bringing wood in Bowly: I 'll fall Hat; O, it is monftruos! monstrous ! Perchance, he will not mind me,
Merhought the billow's spoke, and told me of it; Caliban's Promises.
The winds did fing it to me; and the thunder, I'll shew thee the best springs : I'll pluck thee That cçcp and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd berries;
The name of Prosper. . It did bass my treipass. I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
great guilt, I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Like poison gives to work a great time after, Thou wondrous man.-
Now 'gins to bite the pirits. I pr’ythce, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
Piopero's Board of Miranda. And'l with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Continence befuie. Marringe,
Prof. If thou dost break her virgin-knot, before
All fan&imonious ceremonies may There be some sports are painful; but their With full and holy rite be minifter's, labour
No sweet al;erlion shall the heav'ns let fall Delight in thern sets off: some kinds of baleness To make this contract grow; but barren hate, Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters Sour-eyed dildais, ad difcord, Mall bestrew Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be The union of your bed with weeds to loathly, As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but
That you shall hate it both; therefore, take heed, The mistress whom I serve, quickens what's dead, As llymen's lamps shall light you. And makes my labours pleasures : 0, she is
A Lover's Proteftation. Ten rimes more gentle than her father's crabbed; Ferd. And he 's composid of harthness. I must remove; For quiet days, fair illue, ant long life, Some thousands of these logs, and pile 'em up, With such love as 'tis now; the murkielt den, Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress The most opportune place, the strong it fuggestion Weeps when she sees me work; and savs, such |Our worfer genius can, Inil never melt Had ne'er like execuror. I forget; f baseness | Mine honour into luti; to take away Bilt these fiveet thoughts do cven refresli my la- rhe edge of that day's celebration, [der'd, Molt busy-less when I do it.
(bours, When I thall think, or Phicebus' steeds are foun
Or night kept chain d below. Adinir'd Miranda !
Palion 100 firong for Vows. Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth
Prof. Look thou be true; do not give dalliance What 's dearest to the world! Full many a lady Too much the rein; the strongest oallis are tiraw I have eved with best regard; and many a time To the fire i' the blood : be more abstemious, The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Or elle, good night your vow! Bu ht iny too'diligent ear; för leveral virtues
Ferdinand's Arswer. Hive I lik'd several women; never any
I warrant you, Sir; Wita so full foul, hut some defect in her The white, coll, virgin-fnow upon my heart Did quarrel with the noblest grace the ow'd, lbates the aruor of my liver.
As I hope
D R A MAT I C.
577 Fanily of Human Nure.
Fairies ana Magic. Pret. Currerels now are ended : chefe our actors
Ye elves of hillo, brooks, standing iikes, and (As I foretold you) were all ipirits, and
grores; Ar: meled into air, in:o thin air:
And ye, that on the sands with priotics foot Aaj, like the balcles fabric of This vision,
Do chase the cbbing Neptune, and do fly hin, Thee ud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
When he comes back; yo'i demi-nufpeis, that The man temples, the great glo e itself,
By moon-thine do the green foar mingiets make, Yall which it inherit, ihal diluive;
Whercof the ewe nut bitcs; and you, whole And, like this infubitantial pageant faded,
plume Leare not a rack behind! We wie luulituif
Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice As dreams are made on, and our little lite
To hear the folemn curfew; by whofc aid Is rounded with a sleep.
(Weak masters tho' ye bc) I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the outinous Dinkards cac banied by Ariel.
winds, Arie!. I told yoii, Sir, they were red-hot with and 'twixt the green sea and the azur’d van:It
drinking; So full cfralour, that they smote the air
Set roaring war : to the orcad rattling thunder
Have I giv'n tire, and rifted Jove's Itout oak For breathing in their faces : beat the ground
With his own bolt: the Itrony-bas'd promontory For killing of their feet; yer always bending
Have I made thake; and by the ipurs pluck'd up Towards their projcet. Then I beat At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their The pine and cedar : graves, at my command,
Have wak'diheir fle«pers; oped and let them forth cars, Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifred up their noses,
By my to potent art. As they finele music: fo I charm'd their cars,
Senses returning That, talf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
The charm dissolves apice; Tooh d briers, sharp furzes, pricking gols, and | And as the morning steals upon the night, thorns,
Melting the darkness, fo their rising sentes Which enter'd their frail skins : at last I left 'em Begin to chase the ign’rant fumes, that mantle I'th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
Their clearer reason There dancing up to the chins.
Their understanding Culiban.
Beyins so swell; and the approaching tide Prof. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Will thorıly fill the rcasonable thores, Nurture can never stick; ou wbom my pains,
That now lic foul and muddy. Humanely taken, all, all loft, quite loft;
Ariel's Song An! as with age his body uglier grows,
Where the bee fucks, there suck I;
In a cowilip's bell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly Hear a foot fall.
After funset, merrily : Fine Serisiment, of Humanity on Repentance.
Merrily, merrily, thall I live now, Asiel. The king,
Under the blofloin that hangs on the bough. His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
Patience. And the remainder mourning over them,
Alor. Irreparable is the loss; and patience
And reít myself content.
TWELFTH NIGHT, or WHAT
SHAKS PEARE. trict. Mine would, Sir, were I human. Prof. And nine thall
Music and Love.
Give me exacfs of it; that, Turfeiting,
i mat breathes upon a ba'ik of violcis, Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Sivaling, and giving odour. Enough; na Do I take part; the rarer action is
more ; In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, 'Tis not to liveet now, as it was before. The fole drift of my purpose doch extend
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! Not a frown farther,
Thit, nciw.thstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Refolved Love. Of what validity and pitch soever,
Cliv. - Why, what would you ? But falls into abatement and low price,
Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, Even in a minute! So fuli of drapes is fancy, And call upon my soul within the house; That it alone is high fantalical.
'rite rovai cautus of coutemned love, Love, in reference to Hunting.
And fingrer loud even in the dead of night;
Holla sour name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling g flip of the air
Cryou', Clivia! , you should not reft And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
Briveen he elements of air and caith,
But you thouk piry me.
Diarif. 0, the, that hath a heart of that five frame,
Disquire, Ice, thou art a wickednes, To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
Wherein ine pregnant enemy does much. How will she love, when the ricin golden shaft
How caly is it, for the proper falle
In women's waxen hearts to let their forms ! Hath kill'd the flock of all affections elle That live in her; when liver, brain, and heart,
Alas! our frailty is the caufi, nor we; These fovereign thrones, are all fupplied, and For, fuch as we are made of, such we be. fill'd
Serious Music most agreeable to Lovers. (Her sweet perfections) with one self-king! Now, good Cclario, but that piece of long,
That old and antique fong we heard last night: Defcription of Sebastian's Escapr.
Methonght ir did relicve iny patien much; I saw your brother,
More than light airs and recoilected ieins Most provident in peril, bind himself (rice)
Of these moft brisk and giddy-paced times. (Courage and ho; e both teaching him the prac
Duke. Come hither, boy; if ever thou shalt love, I saw himn hold acquaintance wiih the waves,
In the sweet pangs of it reinember me; So long as I could see.
For such as Lam, all true lovers are ;
Unfiaid and fkitudh in all motions clic,
Save in the constant image of ihe cicature
That is belov.d.--How doft clou like this tune? What great ones do, the less will pratile of.
Vio. It gives a very ecl.o to the icat
In Love, tbe l'omen frould be youngefi.
Too old, by heaven! Let Itili the woman take Doth oft close in pollution, yet of the
An cider than herfelf; so wears the iu him, I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
So lways the level in her husband's hcart.
Foi, ley, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancics are more giddy and unfirin,
More longing, wavering, foouer loft and worn, For they hall yet belie thy happy years,
Iman women's are. That say, thou art a man; Diana's lip
V1o. I think it well, my lord. Is not more smooth and ubious; thy linall pipe Duke. Then let thy love be younger than Is as the maiden's organ, thrill and sound, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: [thyself, And all is semblative a woipan's part.
For women are as roses; whose fair flower, Beany.
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. 'Tis beauty truly bleni, whose red and white
Chairitto of an old song. Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Mark it, Cetario, it is old and plain ; Lady, you are the cruel'ft she alive,
The fpipfers and the knitters in the fun, If you will lead these graces to the grave,
And the frec maids that weave their thread with And leave the world no copy.
boncs, Extreme Love.
Do ule to chant it ; it is filly footh,
iod dallies with the innocence of love My lord and mafier loves you: 0, such love
Like the old age.
Come away, coine away, death,
And in lau
cypress let me be laid:
0, prepare it;
Did thare it.
Not a fiower, not a lower sweet,
I hate ingratitude more in a min, On my black coffin let there be frown ; Thanlying, vainncis, babbling drunkenness, Nor a friend, not a friend greet
Or any taint of vice, whole strong corruption My poor corpe.tvhercmy boncs shall be thrown: Inhabits our frail blood. A thoufand, thousand lighs to save,
Deformity in the Mird. Lay me, 0, where
Ant. But, o, how vilc an idol sroves this and I Sad crue lover ne'er find my grave,
Thiu haft, Schattian, done good feature ihane. To weep there.
Tu nature there's no blemile, but the mind; Concealed Love,
None can be call'd deforin'd, but the unkind : Duke. There is no woman's sides
Virtue is beauty ; but the beauteous evil Can bide the beating of so strong a passion,
Are empty trunks, o'erfaurish'd by the devil. As lore doth give my heart : no woman's heart 13001ance of ourselves:-One Dizakad's RcSo big, to hold so inuch; they lack retention.
fication on another. Alas, their love may be call'd apperite
Then he's a rogue, and a pally-mcasures pavin. No motion of the liver, but the palate,
I hate a drunken rogne.
THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF Between that love a woman can bcar me,
SHAKSI'EARE. And that I owe Olivia. Fio. Ay, but I know
The Advantages of Travel, &'c. Duke. What doft thou know?
CEASE to perfuade, my loving Protheus; Vio. Too well what love women to men may
Home-keeping youti have ever hemely In faith, they are as true of heart as we. Cowe; Wer't not affection chains thy tender days (wits: My faher had a daughter lov'd a man,
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love; As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
i rather would entrcat ihy company, I thould your lordihip
To fee the wonders of the world abroad, Duke. And what's her history? (love, Than, living dully ilugeardi;'d at home,
Fio. A blank, iny lod: She never told her Wear out tliy youth with thapelets idilencss. But let conceainent, like a worm i'ch'bud, But, since thou lov'ft, lovc fill, and thrive therein; Feed on her damalk cheek: the pin'din thought; Even as I would, when I to love begin. [adicu! And, with a green and yellow inelancholy, Pro. Wilt thou be gone : Siveet Va entine, She fat, like pauence on a monument,
Think on thy Protheus, when thou haply feeft Smiling at grief.
Some rare noie worthy object in thy travel: A Jijier.
With me partaker in ihy happiness, This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; When thou dost mect good-hapi ard, in thy And to do that well, craves a kind of vit:
If ever danger do environ thec, (danger,
For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.
The Evils of being in Love'.
To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans,
[moment's inirth, For folly, that he wilely thews, is fit; But wisé men's foily fall'n, quite taints their wit. Coy looks, with heart-forc fighs; one fading
twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights ; My servant, Sir!"'Twas never merry world,
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain :
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
Flowever, but a folly bought with wit,
Or clfe a wit by folly vanquished. By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
Love commended and difpraised. I love thee so, that, mauzre all thy pride,
Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud Nor wit, nor reason, can my paffion hide, The eating canker dwells, lo eating love Dy nos extoit thy reafons from this claule, Inhalsits in the finest wits of all. For that I woo, inou therefore haft no cause : Val. And writers fay, as the most forward bud But rather reason thus with reason fetter: Is eaten by the canker, cre it blow, Love fought is good, but gir'n uplought is better. Even so by lore the young and tender wit Ingrariude.
Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Ant. Is 't possible, that my deserts to you Losing his verdure evca in the prime, Can lack persuasion : Do not tempt my misery, And all the fair cflcets of future hopes. Icft that it make me so uafound a man,
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love: As to upbraid you with thole kindnelius He leaves his friends, to dignify them more ; That I have done for you.
I leave myself, my fricods, and all for love, Vis. I know of none;
Thou, Julia, thou haft metamorplios'd me; Nurkoow I you by voice, or any feature : Made me neglect my studies, lote mny time,
War with good counsel, see the world at nought;
Louer's Healıb. Made wit with musing weak, heart-tick with Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own : thought.
And I as rich in having such a jewel,
As twenty feas, if all thcir land were pearl, Maids, in n.odisty, say No, to that [Ay.
The water ne&tar, and the rocks pure guld. Which they would have the proff'rer construe,
True Love jealous. Fie, fie ! how wayward is this fooli h love,
For love, thou know it, is full of jealousy. That, like a testy babe, will scratch the murse,
Love compareil to a maxon Image.
Now my love is thaw'd,
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bcars no im pretlion of the thing it was. Would sufler him to spend his youth at home;
Unheidful Votus to be broken. While other men, of blender reputation,
Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; Put furth their fons to fcek preferment out:
And he wants wit that wants repulved will Somc, to the wars, to try their fortune there ;
To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. Some, to discover islands far away;
Opiofition in Love incir rifis it. Some, to the itudious universities.
Jul. A true devotud pilgrim is not weary For any, or for all these exerciles,
To meafure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; He said, that Protheus, your fon, was meet:
Much less ihall the that hath love's wings to fly; And did request me, to im;ortune you,
And when the fight is made to one to dear, To let him spend his time no more at home,
Of such divine perfection, as Sir Protheus. Which would be great impeachment to his age,
Lui. Better forbcar, till Protheus make reIn having known no travel in his youth.
[foui's locd? Art. Nor nced'it thou much importune me to
Jul. Oh, know'st thou not, his looks are my that
Pity the dearth that I have pined ir, Whereon this month I have been hainmering.
By longing for that food fo long a time. I have confider'd well his loss of time;
Didit thou but know the inly touch of love, And how lie cannot be a perfect inan,
Thou wouldst as foon go kindle fire with snow, Not being tricd, and tutor'd in the world:
As teck to quench the fire of love with words. Experience is by industry achiev'd,
Luc. I do not leek to quench your love's hot tire; And perfected by the swift course of time.
But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
Let it should burn above the bounds of reason. Love compared to an upril Day.
Jul. The more thou damm'ít it up, the more O, how this spring of love resembleth
it burns : Th’uncertain giory of an April day;
The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Which now thews all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Thou know'st being stopp d, impaticntly duchraye;
But when his fair course is not hindcred, An accomplished young Gentleman. He makes fiveet music with the enamel'd fiones, His ycars but young, but his experience old; Giving a gentle kits to escry fedge His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; He crerukcih in his pilgriinage ; And, in a word (for far behind his worth
And so hy many winding nooks he strays, Come all the praises that I now bestow), With willing tport, to the wild ocean. He is complete in feature, and in mind,
Then let me go, and hinder rrit my course : With all good grace to grace a gentleman. I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, Contempt of Love punished.
And inako a pastime of each weary step, I have done penance for contemning love; Till the last stop have broughtine to my love : Whose high imperious thoughts have punished me and there I 'll rest, as, afer much turmuil, With bitter faits, with penitential groans,
A blested soul doth in Elysium. With nightly tears, and daily heart-fore sighs;
A farbful and constant Louir. For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; Love hath chas'd Neep from my enthralled eves, His love fincere, his thoughts immaculate ; And made them watchers of my own heart's His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; sorrow.
His hcart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. O, gentle Protheus, love's a nighty lord;
Gifts prevalent with Ifumar. And hath fo humbled me, as, I confefs,
Win her with gifts, if the respect not words; There is no woe to his correction,
Dumb jewels, often, in their filene kind, Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth! More than quick words, do move a woman's Now no discourse, except it be of love;
mind. Now can I break my fast, dine, fup, and sleep,
Flattery prevalent with 10man. Upon the very naked name of love.
Flatter and praise, commcnd, excel their Love fed by Praise.
graces; Call her divine.
Tho' ne'er fo black, say they have angels' faces. Pro. I will not flatter her.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is ro man, Val. O Hatter me; for love delights in praiscs. If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.