What things are these, my lord Antonio? Very like one of them Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. 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 Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em? How cam'st thou in this pickle? [they 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! [cramp. Ste. O touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Pro. Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you Seb. Or stole it, rather. [found it. [Exeunt CAL., STE., and TRIN. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste Honest.- "Gilded 'em," i, e., made them drunk. EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer; As you from crimes would pardon'd be, By your applause. 3[Exeunt omnes. SCENE: sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan, and on the frontiers of Mantua. АСТ І. SCENE I.-An open place in Verona. Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus : Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honor'd love, I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu. When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success "Bead's-man," one who prays for another. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love, For he was more than over shoes in love. Val. 'Tis true; 9but you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not. Pro. What? Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise. Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all. Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud Once more adieu. My father at the road Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. [Exit. Pro. I do. Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep. 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'll 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 sheep. 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 me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labor. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons. Speed. If the ground be overcharg'd, you were best stick her. Pro. Nay, in that you are a stray, 'twere best pound you. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. Pro. You mistake: I mean the pound, the pinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, Harbor. At.-Sheep is pronounced as ship in many parts of England.- Caught; ensnared.-"A stray," i. e., a stray sheep. 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. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow 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 deliver'd. Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said [Giving him money. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? Couldst thou perceive so much from her? she? Give her no token but stones, for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What! said she nothing? pains." To testify your bounty, I thank you, you Speed. No, not so much as-"take this for thy have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth mend you to my master. carry your letters yourself. And so, sir, I'll com[Exit. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Being destin'd to a drier death on shore. I must go send some better messenger: Б I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, SCENE II.-The Same. Julia's Garden. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, [mind Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my According to my shallow simple skill. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; But, were I you, he never should be mine. Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercutio? Luc. Well, of his wealth; but of himself, so, 8o. Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus? Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name? Luc. Pardon, dear madam: 'tis a passing shame, That I, unworthy body as I am, 8 Should icensure thus a loving gentleman. "L" formerly used for ay.-"Testern'd me," i. e., given me sixpence.-Talk.— Judge. Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason: Luc. Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Jul. Why, he, of all the rest, hath never mov'd me. Luc. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. Luc. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Luc. O! they love least, that let men know their Jul. I would I knew his mind. [love. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam. [Gives Jul. "To Julia." Say, from whom? [a letter. That the contents will show. Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee? [Proteus. Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault, I pray. Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly a broker! Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines? To whisper and conspire against my youth? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper; see it be return'd, Or else return no more into my sight. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. Jul. Will you be gone? Luc. [back. [Gives it That you may ruminate. [Exit. Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. It were a shame to call her back again, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view, Since maids, in modesty, say "No," to that Which they would have the profferer construe, "Ay." Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod. How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here: How angerly I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile. My penance is to call Lucetta back, And ask remission for my folly past.What ho! Lucetta! That I let fall. To take a paper up Jul. And is that paper nothing? Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune, Give me a note: your ladyship can set Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible. ■ Matchmaker. Nay, now you are too flat, with too harsh a descant: mean to fill your song. Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Luc. Indeed I bid the base for Proteus. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation ! 5 [Tears the letter, and throws it down. Go; get you gone, and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange, but she would be 6 pleas'd better To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. I throw thy name against the bruising stones, 7 He couples it to his complaining name. Luc. Madam, [here? Luc. What! shall these papers lie like tell-tales Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down; Yet here they shall not lie for catching cold. Jul. I see, you have a month's mind unto them. Luc. Ay, madam, you may 9 see what sights you I see things too, although you judge I wink. [think; Jul. Come, come; will't please you go? [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The Same. A Room in ANTONIO'S House. Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what 'sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Part of an air containing discords, now called a variation. The tenor in music.-d An allusion to the game of base, in which one runs, and challenges his opponent to pursue, -Bustle; stir.-Probe.-s Since.-"For catching cold," i. e., lest they should catch cold. Serious. Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pant. He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet, b To let him spend his time no more at home, Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that And perfected by the swift course of time. Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen, And be in eye of every exercise, Worthy his youth, and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counsel: well hast thou advis'd; I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: [Kissing a letter. Here is her oath for love, her honor's pawn. Ant. How now! what letter are you reading there? Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wish. Ant. My will is something 'sorted with his wish. Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed, For what I will, I will, and there an end. I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time With 5 Valentino in the emperor's court: What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like hexhibition thou shalt have from me. To-morrow be in readiness to go: Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided: Please you, deliberate a day or two. [thee: Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.Come on, Panthino: you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition. [Exeunt ANTONIO and PANTHINO. The uncertain glory of an April day, Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you: Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine.- Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia! Speed. She is not within hearing, sir. Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her? Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. Val. Well, you'll still be too forward. [slow. Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too Val. Go to, sir. Tell me, do you know madam Speed. She that your worship loves? [Silvia ? Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks. First, you have learn'd, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms, like a mal-content; to relish a love song, like a robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that hath the pestilence; to sigh like a schoolboy that "hath lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that 8 hath buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes 'diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; and when you look'd sadly, it was for want of money; and now you are so metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. They are all perceived without ye. h Allowance."Excuse it not," i. e., do not excuse your. self. On and one were anciently pronounced and sometimes written alike." That takes diet," i. e., that is under a regimen for disease. |