A daughter? O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords most Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed, To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. I would not for the world. No, my dearest love, 'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Fer. Sir, she's mortal; 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 Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, Of whom so often I have heard renown, But never saw before; of whom I have Receiv'd a second life, and second father This lady makes him to me. Alon. I am her's: But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Must ask my child forgiveness!" Pro. There, sir, stop: Let us not burden our remembrances With a heaviness that's gone. Gon. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown; Alon. Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, Gon. Be't so! Amen! Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Ari. [Aside. Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger.-Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep," And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises (3) In his senses. (4) Ready. (5, Clever, adroit. Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou[side. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod: Pro. To take my life: two of these fellows you Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?- 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 cramp. Sir, my lege, 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'd on. (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 To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. gra-And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool! Set Caliban and his companions free: cious sir? There are yet missing of your company Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and 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! Seb. Ha, ha; What things are these, my lord Antonio? Very like; one of them (1) Conductor. Pro. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Alon. I long To hear the story of your life, which must Pro. I'll deliver all; EPILOGUE. Spoken by Prospero. NOW my charms are all o'erthrown, Which pierces so, that it assaults As you from crimes would pardon d be, It is observed of The Tempest, that its plan is regular; this the author of The Revisal thinks, what I think too, an accidental effect of the story, not intended or regarded by our author. But, whatever might be Shakspeare's intention in forming or adopting the plot, he has made it instrumental to the production of many characters, diversified with boundless invention, and preserved with profound skill in nature, extensive knowledge of opinions, and accurate observation of life. In a single drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and sailors, all speaking in their real characters. There is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly goblin; the operations of magic, the tumults of a storm, the adventures of a desert island, the native effusion of untaught affection, the punishment of (1) Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve a guilt, and the final happiness of the pair for whom spell. our passions and reasons are equally interested. JOHNSON. Valentine. Out-laws. Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. Servants, musicians. Scene, Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua. If lost, why then a grievous labour won; Enter Or else a wit by folly vanquished. CEASE to persuade, my loving Proteus; Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy dan ger, If ever danger do environ thee, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the Pro. Val. What? In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, (1) A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c. Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. prove. Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love: Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; | 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 Speed. You conclude that my master is a shep-telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; herd then, and I a sheep? Pro. I do. Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether 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 boun'y, 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. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'il 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 I sheep. I Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master 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 ine, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store] of muttons. Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy,2 [Speed nods. 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 be 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. 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. from her? (3) A term for a courtezan. (2) A game at cards. Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, SCENE II.-The same. Garden of Julia's house. Enter Julia and Lucetta. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, According to my shallow simple skill. I Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so, so. Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing 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; think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on him? Luc. Av, if you thought your love not cast away. Jul. I would, I knew his mind. He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, (4) Given me a sixpence. |