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Worthy Sebastian:-0, what might ?-no more. And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
And yet, methinks, I fec it in thy face, [ and so perfeet, and fo peerless, are created
TV hat thou should it be: ih' occanon speaks thee; Of every creature's beft.
My strong imagination stes a crown

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;

O Ferdinand,
Shew thee a jay's nest, and initruct thee how Do not smile at me that I boast her off;
Tofnare the nimble marmozet: I'll bring thee For thou shalt tind the will outstrip all praise,
To clutt'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee And make it bait behind her.
Young sea-mels from the rock.

Continence befuie. Marringe,
True and unbiased Affeffion.

Prof. If thou dost break her virgin-knot, before
Ferilinanıl, bearing a Log.

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.

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my tabor;

Book II.

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;
So Dis mind cankers.

In a cowilip's bell I lie:
Lipót of Foot.

There I couch when owls do cry.
Pray you, trezd fottly, that the blind mole may

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
Drin-fill of sorrow and disinay; but chiefly Says, it is past her cure.
Him that you term’d tie good old lord Gonzalo, Prof. I rather think,
Fiis tears run down his beard, like winter's drops You have not fought her help; of whose soft grace,
Fron caves of recès: your charm so strongly For the like lols, I have her fovereign aid,
works 'em,

And reít myself content.
That, if you now beheld them, your affcétions
Wod become tender.
Prof. Dofi thou think so, spirit?


SHAKS PEARE. trict. Mine would, Sir, were I human. Prof. And nine thall

Music and Love.
Hit thou, who are but air, a touch, a feeling IF musc be the food of love, play only
Of their afflictions, and hall not myself,

Give me exacfs of it; that, Turfeiting,
One of their kind, that relith all as sharply, The appetite may ficken, aad to die.
Pation as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art : That itrain again ;—it had a dying fail :
Tho' with their high wrongs I am struck to th0, it c-me o'er any car, like the sweet fouth,

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,
O, when my eyes did see Olivia firit,
Methought the purgid the air of pestilence ;

And make the babbling g flip of the air
That instant was I turnid into a hart:

Cryou', Clivia! , you should not reft And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,

Briveen he elements of air and caith,
E’er since pursue me.

But you thouk piry me.
Natural Affifiion abin 10 Love.

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

Tine Love
To a strong mast, that liv'd upon the lea;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,

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,
Actions of the Great always talked of.

Save in the constant image of ihe cicature
You know

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
Outward Appenrance a Token of inward Worth. Where love is thread.
There is a fair behaviour in ihce, captain ;

In Love, tbe l'omen frould be youngefi.
And, though that nature with a bauteous wall

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.
With this thy fair and outward character.

Foi, ley, however we do praise ourselves,
A beautiful Buy,

Our fancics are more giddy and unfirin,
Dear lad, believe it;

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.
Could be hut recompens d, though you were
The nonpareil of beauty.



Come away, coine away, death,
Character of a noble Gentleman.

And in lau

cypress let me be laid:
Yo I suppose him virtuous, krow him poble, Fly away, fly a vay, breath ;
Of great estate, of fresh and (taiuless youth; I am llain' by a fair cruel maid.
In voices weil divulg'd, frec, icarn'd, and valiant, My Broud of white fiuck all with yew,
And, in dimenfion, and the shape of nature,

0, prepare it;
A gracious perton : but yet I cannot love him; My part of death no one so true
He might have took his anliver long ago.

Did thare it.


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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.
That futters suiteit, cloyment, and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the fua,
And can ligefi as much: make no compare

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,
He must oblerve their mood on whom he jets, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
The quality of persons, and the time ;

For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.
And, like the baggard, check at cvery feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice,

The Evils of being in Love'.
As full of labour as a wise man's art :

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

Flulliit, its ill Eteels.

twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights ; My servant, Sir!"'Twas never merry world,

If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain :
Since lowly-feigning was called compliment.

If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
U longbt Love.

Flowever, but a folly bought with wit,
Cesario, by the roles of the spring,

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,


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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,
Love frozeard and disembling.

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.
And presently, ali humbled, kiss the rod !

Now my love is thaw'd,
The Advantages of Travel.

Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship

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.


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