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From eaves of reeds:' your charm so strongly works Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter : them,
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;That if you now beheld them, your affections Thou’rt pinch'd sor't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and Would become tender.
Dost thou think so, spirit? You brother minc, that entertain'd ambition, Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian, Pro.
And mine shall. (Whose inward pinches therefore ar most strong,) Hast thou, which art but air, a touch of feeling Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, or their atílictions; and shall not myself, Unnatural though thou art!—Their understanding One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Begins to swell: and the approaching tide Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Will shortly fill the reasonable shores, Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, quick,
That yet looks on ine, or would know me:-Ariel, Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my sury Fetch' mc thc hat and rapier in my cell; Do I take part: the rarer action is
[Exit Ariel. In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, I will dis-case me, and myself present, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit; Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel ; Thou shalt ere long be free. My charms I'll break. their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Ari. I'll fetch them, sir.
(Erit. Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, In a cowslip's bell I lie :
There I couch when orols do cry. And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
On the bal's back I do fly, Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,
After summer, merrily : When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that Merrily, merrily,' shall I live now, By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel ; I shall miss Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd To the king's ship, invisible as thou art: The noon-tide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds, There shalt thou tind the mariners asleep And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Being awake, enforce them to this place; Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak And presently, I prythee. With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up Or e'er your pulse twice beat. (Exil Ariel. The pine and cedar: graves, at my command,
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazeHave wak'd their slcepers; op'd, and let them
Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us By my so potent art : But this rough magic
Out of this fearful country! I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd
Behold, sir king, Some heavenly music (which even now I do,) The wrong'd duke of Milan, Prospero; To work mine end upon their senses, that
For more assurance that a living prince
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
Whe'r' thou beest he, or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and Beats, as of flesh and blood ; and, since I saw thce,
Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs :-But how should A solemn air, and the best comforter
Prospero To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Be living, and be here ? Now useless, boild within thy skull! There stand, Pro.
First, noble friend, For you are spell-stopp'd.
Let me embrace thinc age; whose honour cannot Iloly Gonzalo, honourable man,
Be measur'd, or confin'd.
Whether this be,
You do yet taste Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Some subtletics o’the isle, that will not let you Begin to chase the ignorant sumes that mantle Believe things certain :--Welcome, my friends Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo, My true preserver, and a loyal sir
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, To bim thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
(Aside to Seb. and Ante Home, both in word and deed.--Most cruelly I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, (1) Thatch. (2) Pity, or tenderness of heart.
And justify you traitors; at this time
Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. I'll tell no tales.
No ;- How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
'Tis new to thee. Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast Mỹ dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
at play? Thou must restore.
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours :
If thou beest Prospero, Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
Sir, she's mortal;
For his advice; nor thought I had one: she
I am wo' fort, sir. Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
But never saw before ; of whom I have
Receiv'd a second life, and second falher
I am her's : And rest myself content.
But 0, how oddly will it sound, that I Alon.
You the like loss ? Must ask my child forgiveness !
There, sir, stop:
With a heaviness that's gone.
I have inly wept,
A daughter? Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you
For it is you, that have chaik’d forth the way
I say, Amen, Gonzalo! Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue At this encounter do so much admire,
Should become king of Naples ? O, rejoice That they devour their reason; and scarce think Beyond a common jov; and set it down Their eyes do offices of truth, their words With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage Are natural breath; but, howsoe'r you have Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; Been justled from your senses, know for certain, And Ferdinand, her bro! her, found a wife, That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, Which was thrust 'forth of Milan ; who most In a poor isle ; and all of us, ourselves, strangely
When no man was his own.á Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was Alon.
Give me your hands : landed,
(To Fer. and Mira. To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Thai doth not wish you joy! Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Be't so! Amen!
I prophesied, if á gallows were on land,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath or shorc?
Hast thou no mouth by land ? What is the neurs? The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Ferdi
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found nand and Miranda playing at chess.
Our king and company : the next, our ship, —. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,Fer.
No, my dearest love, Is tighi and yare," and bravely rigg'd us when I would not for the world.
We iirst put out to sea.
Sir, all this service
1 Aside. And I would call it fair play.
My tricksys spirit ! ) Alon.
Alon. These are not natural events ; they A vision of the island, one dear son
strengthen, Shall I twice lose.
From strange to stranger.-Say, how came you Seb. A most high miracle !
hither? Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful; Boats, If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I have curs'd'them without cause.
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of slecp,
Ferd, kneels to Alon. And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under laiches, Alon.
Now all the blessings Where, but even now, with strange and several
If this prove
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, To take my life: two of these fellows you
I shall be pinch'd to death. Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler ? Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you,
Seb. He is drunk now : Where had he wine? Even in a dream, were we divided from them, Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should And were brought moping hither.
they Was't well done? Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou [Aside. How cam'st thou in this pickle? shalt be free.
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw Alon. This is as strange a maze ase'er men trod : you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones : And there is in this business more than nature
1 shall not fear fly-blowing. Was ever conduct? of: some oracle
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Must rectify our knowledge.
Sle, 0, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but Pro.
Sir, my liege, a cramp: Do not infest your mind with beating on
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure,
Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'don, (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every
[Pointing to Caliban. These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful,
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell;
(Aside. Take with you your companions; as you look Set Caliban and his companions free:
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Untie the spell. (Exit Ariel.] How fares my gra- and seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
Cal. Av, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, cious sir? There are yet missing of your company
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, Some few odd lads, that you remember not. And worship this dull fool !
Go to; away! Re-enler Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where Trinculo, in their siolen apparel.
you found it.
Seb. Or stole it, rather. Sle. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no
(Ereunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. man take care for himself'; for all is but fortune:-- Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!
To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest Trin. 'If these be true spies which I wear in my For this one night ; which (part of it) I'll waste. head, here's a goodly sight.
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it Cal. O Selebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! Go quick away; the story of my life, How fine my master is ! I am afraid
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Since I came to this isle: And in the morn,
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, What things are these, my lord Antonio ?
Where I have hope to see the nuptial Will money buy them?
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
Very like; one of them And thence retire me to my Milan, where
I'll deliver all; That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, and promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And deal in her command, without her power: And sail so expeditious, that shall catch These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil Your royal feet lar ofl.-My Ariel ;-chick, (For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them That is ihy charge; then to the clements
Be free, and fare thou well!-inside] Pleasc you (1) Conductor. (2) Hunest.
Which pierces so that il assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon d be,
Let your indulgence set me free,
It is observed of The Tempest, that its plan is Which is most faint : novo, 'lis true,
regular; this the author of The Revisal thinks, I must be here confin'd by you,
what I think too, an accidental effect of the story, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, not intended or regarded by our author. But
, Since I have my dukedom got,
might be Shakspeare's intention in form. And nardon'd the deceiver, dwell
ing or adopting the plot, he has made it instrumenIn this bare island, by your spell ;
tal to the production of many characters, diversiBut release me from my bands,
fied with boundless invention, and preserved with With the help of your good hands.'
profound skill in nature, extensive knowledge of Gentle breath of yours my sails.
opinions, and accurate observation of life. In a sinMust fill, or else my project fails,
Igle drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and Which was to please : now I want
sailors, all speaking in their real characters. There
is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly gobSpirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair,
lin; the operations of magic, the tumults of a Unless I be relied'd by prayer;
storm, the adventures of a desért island, the native
effusion of untaught affection, the punishment of () Applausc: noise was supposed to dissolve a guilt, and the final happiness of the pair for whom spel.
our passions and reasons are equally interested. i
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Silvia, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine, Thurio, a foolish rival to Valentine.
Lucetta, waiting-woinan to Julia.
Scene, Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.
and on the frontiers of Mantua.
If lost, why then a grievous labour won ;
However, but a folly bought with wit, SCENE I. -An open place in Verona. Enter Or else a wit by folly vanquished. Valentine and Proteus.
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll Valentine.
prove. CEASE to persuade, my loving Proteus ;
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: And he that is so yoked by a fool, Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud I rather would entreat thy company,
The eating canker dwells, so eating love To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Inhabits in the finest wits of all. Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home,
Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Is caten by the canker ere it blow, But, since thou lov'st, love still
, and thrive therein, Even so by love the young and tender wit Even as I would, when I to love begin. Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, Losing his verdure even in the prime, adieu!
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
Once more adieu : my father at the road When thou dost mcet good hap; and, in thy dan- Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. ger,
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. If ever danger do environ thee,
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our Commend ihy grievance to my holy prayers,
Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Or thy success in love, and what news else
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love. Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell ! For he was more than over shoes in love.
(Exit Valentine. Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love : And yet you never swam the Hellespont. He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the I leave mysell, my friends, and all for love. boots,
Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Pal. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Pro.
What? War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Val.
To be Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy thought.
Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: saw you my
master ? (1) A humorous punishment at harvest-home Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for feasts, &c.