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I long

Seb.
Ha, ha!

With such discourse, as I not doubt, shall make it What things are these, my lord Antonio?

Go quick away; the story of my life, Will money buy them ?

And the particular accidents gone by, Ant.

Very like: one of them Since I came to this isle: and in the morn,
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Then say, if they be a true.-- This mis-shapen knave, of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
His mother was a witch; and one so strong And thence retire me to my Milan, where
That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, Every third thought shall be my grave.
And deal in her command l with all her power. Alon.
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil To hear the story of your life, which must
(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them Take the ear strangely.
To take my life: two of these fellows you

Pro.

I'll deliver all; Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, Acknowledge mine.

And sail, so expeditious, that shall catch Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death. Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel ;-chick,-
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler ? That is thy charge: then, to the elements;
Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine? Be free, and fare thou well !—Please you draw near..

Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded'em? [they
How cam'st thou in this pickle?
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw

EPILOGUE. you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones :

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
I shall not fear fly-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano! [cramp. Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
Ste. O! touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a And what strength I have's mine own;
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah ?

Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
Ste. I should have been a sore-one then.

I must be here confin'd by you, Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. Or sent to Naples. Let me not,

[Pointing to CALIBAN. Since I have my dukedom got, Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,

And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell As in his shape.-Go, sirrah, to my cell ;

In this bare island, by your spell ; Take with you your companions: as you look

But release me from my bands,
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

With the help of your good hands.
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Gentle breath of yours my sails
And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass

Must fill, or else my project fails,
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

Which was to please. Now I want
And worship this dull fool ?

Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
Pro.
Go to; away!

And my ending is despair,
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;
Seb. Or stole it, rather.

[found it. Which pierces so, that it assaults [Exeunt CAL., STE., and Trin. Mercy itself, and frees all faults. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest

Let your indulgence set me frec. For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste

3 [ Exeunt omnes.

• Honest. "Gilded 'em," i. e., made them drunk.

• By your applause.

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} - The two Gentlemen.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. DUKE OF Milan, Father to Silvia.

PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio. VALENTINE,

Host, where Julia lodges.5 PROTEUS,

Outlaws with Valentine. ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.

7 JULIA, beloved of Proteus. Thurio, a foolish rival to Valentine. EGLAMOUR, agent 3 of Silvia in her escape.

8 Silvia, beloved of Valentine. SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine.

LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia.
LAUNCE, 4 the like to Proteus.

Servants, Musicians.
SCENE: sometimes in Verona ; sometimes in Milan, and on the frontiers of Mantua.

ACT I.

Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee.

Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, SCENE I.-An open place in Verona.

How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.

Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love,
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.

For he was more than over shoes in love.

Val. 'Tis true ; but you are over boots in love, Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus :

And yet you never swam the Hellespont. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots. Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days

Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not. To the sweet glances of thy honor'd love,

Pro.

What? I rather would entreat thy company

Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with To see the wonders of the world abroad,

groans;

[mirth, Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home,

Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: But since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein,

If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
Even as I would, when I to love begin.

If lost, why then a grievous labor won:
Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu. However, but a folly bought with wit,
Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel:

Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at: I am not love. If ever danger do environ thee,

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you ; Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, And he that is so yoked by a fool, For I will be thy a bead's-man, Valentine. Val. And on a love-book pray for my success

b"Give me not the boots," i. e., Do not make a laughing.

stock of me. — Reasoning; circumstantial deductions, . "Bead's-man," one who prays for another.

a Conduct.

Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise. 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud

lover. The eating canker dwells, so eating love

Pro. But what said she ? did she nod ? Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Speed. 'I.

(SPEED nods. Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud Pro. Nod, I? why that's noddy. Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

Speed. You mistook, sir ; I say she did nod, and Even so by love the young and tender wit

you ask me, if she did nod? and I say I. Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud,

Pro. And that set together, is noddy. Losing his verdure even in the prime,

Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it And all the fair effects of future hopes.

together, take it for your pains. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,

Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. That art a votary to fond desire ?

Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with Once more adieu. My father at the road

you. Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having

Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. nothing but the word noddy for my pains. To Milan let me hear from thee by letters,

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Of thy success in love, and what news else

Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Betideth here in absence of thy friend,

Pro. Come, come; open the matter in brief: what And I likewise will visit thee with mine.

said she? Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan, Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Val. As much to you at home; and so, farewell. matter, may be both at once deliver'd.

Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love: [Exit. Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said He leaves his friends to dignify them more ;

she?

[ Giving him money. I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.

Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me;

Pro. Why? Couldst thou perceive so much from Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,

her ? War with good counsel, set the world at nought, Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought. No, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter ; Enter SPEED.

And being so hard to me that brought to her your Speed. Sir Proteus, save you. Saw you my master?

mind, Pro. But now he parted hence to embark for Milan. I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling #you her Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd already,

mind. And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

Give her no token but stones, for she's as hard as steel. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray,

Pro. What! said she nothing ? An if the shepherd be awhile away. Speed. You conclude, that my master is a shepherd, pains." To testify your bounty, I thank you, you

Speed. No, not so much as-"take this for thy then, and I a sheep?

have & testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth Pro. I do. Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether mend you to my master.

carry your letters yourself. And so, sir, I'll com

5[Exit. I wake or sleep.

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Speed. This proves me still a sheep.

Being destin'd to a drier death on shore.Pro. True, and thy master a shepherd.

I must go send some better messenger: Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.

I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. Receiving them from such a worthless post.[Exit.

Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and SCENE II.-The Same, Julia's Garden. my master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep.

Enter Julia and LUCETTA. Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love? follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.

Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry “baa.”

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, Pro. But, dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter That every day with parle encounter me, to Julia ?

In thy opinion which is worthiest love? [mind Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, According to my shallow simple skill. gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labor.

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour ? Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;

But, were I you, he never should be mine. Speed. If the ground be overcharg'd, you were

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich ? Mercutio ? best stick her.

Luc. Well, of his wealth ; but of himself, so, 80. Pro. Nay, in that you are a estray, 'twere best

Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? pound you.

Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me

Jul. How now! what means this passion at his for carrying your letter.

name? Pro. You mistake : I mean the pound, the pinfold.

Luc. Pardon, dear madam: 'tis a passing shame, Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, That I, unworthy body as I am,

Should i censure thus a loving gentleman. • Harbor. At-Sheep is pronounced as ship in many parts of England. - Caught; ensnared.--"A stray," i. e., a {"]," formerly used for ay.-5" Testern'd me," i. e., given stray sheep.

me sixpence.-Talk.- Judge.

muttons.

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ? Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. Luc. Then thus,-of many good I think him best. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. Jul. Your reason?

Jul. And why not you ? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason:

Luc.

I cannot reach so high. I think him so, because I think him so.

Jul. Let's see your song:-*[Snatching the letter.] Jul. And wouldst thou have mc cast my love on him? How now, minion ! Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Jul. Why, he, of all the rest, hath never mov'd me. And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. Luc. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. You do not? Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. Luc.

No, madam; it is too sharp. Luc. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Luc.

Nay, now you are too flat, Luc. 0! they love least, that let men know their | And mar the concord with too harsh a b descant: Jul. I would I knew his mind.

[love. There wanteth but a mean to fill your song, Luc.

Peruse this paper, madam. '[Gives Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Jul. To Julia.” Say, from whom? [a letter. Luc. Indeed I bid the base for Proteus. Luc.

That the contents will show. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee ? [Proteus. Here is a coil with protestation !Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from

[ Tears the letter, 5 and throws it down. He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Go; get you gone, and let the papers lie: Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault, I pray. You would be fingering them to anger me.

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly a broker! Luc. She makes it strange, but she would be Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines ?

6 pleas'd better To whisper and conspire against my youth ? To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! And you an officer fit for the place. [back. O hateful hands! to tear such loving words: There, take the paper; see it be return'd, '[Gives it Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, Or else return no more into my sight.

And kill the bees that yield it with your stings! Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Jul. Will you be gone?

Look, here is writ-"kind Julia ;'-unkind Julia ! Luc.

That you may ruminate. (Exit. As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
It were a shame to call her back again,

Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. And here is writ-love-wounded Proteus.".
What fool is she, that knows I am a maid,

Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, And would not force the letter to my view,

Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd; Since maids, in modesty, say “ No,' to that

And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Which they would have the profferer construe, “Ay." But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down : Fie, fie ! how wayward is this foolish love,

Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse, Till I have found each letter in the letter, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod.

Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,

Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, When willingly I would have had her here: And throw it thence into the raging sea. How angerly I taught my brow to frown,

Lo! here in one line is his name twice writ,When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile. “Poor forlorn Proteus; passionate Proteus My penance is to call Lucetta back,

To the sweet Julia :"—that I'll tear away; And ask remission for my folly past.

And yet I will not, 6 sith so prettily
What ho! Lucetta!

He couples it to his complaining ?name.
Re-enter LUCETTA.

Thus will I fold them one upon another :
Luc.
What would your ladyship?

Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Jul. Is it near dinner-time?

Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc.

I would, it were ;

Luc. Madam, That you might kill your stomach on your meat,

Dinner is ready, and your And not upon your maid.

Jul. Well, let us go.

[here? 3 [ Drops the letter, and takes it up again.

Luc. What! shall these papers lie like tell-tales Jul. What is't that you took up so gingerly ?

Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Luc. Nothing.

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down; Jul. Why didst thou stoop, then ?

Yet here they shall not lie for catching cold. Luc.

To take a paper up

Jul. I see, you have a month's mind 8 unto them. That I let fall.

Luc. Ay, madam, you may see what sights you Jul. And is that paper nothing?

I see things too, although you judge I wink. [think; Luc. Nothing concerning me.

Jul. Come, come; will't please you go ? [E.ceunt. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. SCENE III.--The Same. A Room in ANTONIO's Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,

House.
Unless it have a false interpreter.

Enter ANTONIO and PanthINO.
Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune,

Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what 'sad talk was that, Give me a note : your ladyship can set

Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible. Best sing it to the tune of " Light o' love."

5 Part of an air containing discords, now called a rariation.

- The tenor in music.—d Ăn allusion to the game of base, Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

in which one runs, ar challenges his opponent to pursue.

- Bustle; stir.- Probe.— Since." for catching cold," • Matchmaker.

i. e., Icst they should catch cold. Serious.

father stays.

Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Like hexhibition thou shalt have from me.
Ant. Why, what of him?

To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Pant.

He wonder'd, that your lordship Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Would suffer him to spend his youth at home, Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided : While other men, of slender reputation,

Please you, deliberate a day or two. [thee: Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:

Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after Some to the wars, to try their fortune there; No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.Some, to discover islands far away;

Come on, Panthino: you shall be employ'd Some, to the studious universities.

To hasten on his expedition. For any, or for all these exercises,

[Exeunt Antonio and PanthiNO. He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet,

Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of burning, And did request me to importune you

And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd.
To let him spend his time no more at home, I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,
Which would be great bimpeachment to his age, Lest he should take exceptions to my love ;
In having known no travel in his youth.

And, with the vantage of mine own excuse,
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Hath he excepted most against my love.
Whereon this month I have been hammering. 0! how this spring of love resembleth
I have consider'd well his loss of time,

The uncertain glory of an April day,
And how he cannot be a perfect man,

Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, Not being tried and tutor'd in the world:.

And by and by a cloud takes all away. Experience is by industry achiev'd,

Re-enter PanthiNO. And perfected by the swift course of time.

Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you: Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him?

He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant
How his companion, youthful Valentine,

Pro. Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto,

And yet a thousand times it answers no. [Exeunt. Attends the emperor in his royal court. Ant. I know it well.

[thither. Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,

ACT II.
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen,
And be in eye of every exercise,
Worthy his youth, and nobleness of birth.

SCENE I.-Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Ant. I like thy counsel: well hast thou advis'd;

Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.
And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it,
The execution of it shall make known.

Speed. Sir, your glove.
Even with the speediest expedition

Val.

Not mine; my gloves are kon. I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.

Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, With other gentlemen of good esteem,

Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine.Are journeying to salute the emperor,

Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! And to commend their service to his will.

Ah Silvia ! Silvia ! Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go:

Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia ! And, in good time,-now will we d break with him.

Val. How now, sirrah?

Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
Enter PROTEUS, 'not seeing his Father.

Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her ?
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life!

Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;

Val. Well, you'll still be too forward. [slow. * [Kissing a letter.

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too Here is her oath for love, her honor's pawn.

Val. Go to, sir. Tell me, do you know madam 0! that our fathers would applaud our loves,

Speed. She that your worship loves ? [Silvia ? 3 And seal our happiness with their consents!

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? O heavenly Julia !

Speed. Marry, by these special marks. First, you Ant. How now! what letter are you reading there? have learn'd, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms,

Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two like a mal-content; to relish a love song, like a Of e commendations sent from Valentine, *[Putting robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that hath Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. [it up. the pestilence; to sigh like a schoolboy that ? hath

Ant. Lend me the letter: let me see what news. lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that

Pro. There is no news, my lord, but that he writes 8 hath buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes How happily he lives, how well belov'd,

diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak And daily graced by the emperor;

puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you

Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish ? walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you

Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, fasted, it was presently after dinner; and when you And not depending on his friendly wish.

look'd sadly, it was for want of money; and now Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish.

you are so metamorphosed with a mistress, that, & Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed,

when I look on you, I can hardly think you my For what I will, I will, and there an end.

master. I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time Val. Are all these things perceived in me? With 5 Valentino in the emperor's court :

Speed. They are all perceived without ye. What maintenance he from his friends receives,

# Allowance. "Excuse it not," i. e., do not excuse your. • Little consequence.—Reproach.— Reputation.__ Break self._* On and one were anciently pronounced and the matter to him._* Respects." Sorted with," i. e., agree times written alike." That takes diet,” l. e., that is under able to.--% Wonder.

a regimen for discase.

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