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(Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Calliope, whose speaking silence daunts, Upon the muses' anvil; turn the same,

And she whose praise the heavenly body chants; (And himself with it) that he thinks to frame; These jointly woo'd him, envying one another, Or for the laurel he may gain a scorn,

(Obey'd by all as spouse, but lov'd as brother) For a good poet's made, as well as born:

And wrought a curious robe, of sable grave, And such wert thou. Look, how the father's face Fresh green, and pleasant yellow, red most brave, Lives in his issue ; even so the race

And constant blue, rich purple, guiltless white, Of Shakespeare's mind, and manners, brightly shines The lowly russet, and the scarlet bright: In his well-lurned and true-filed lines;

Branch'd and embroider'd like the painted spring; In each of which he seems to shake a lance, Each leaf match'd with a flower, and each string As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance.

Of golden wire, each line of silk : there run Sweet Swan of Avon, what a sight it were, Italian works, whose thread the sisters spun; To see thee in our water yet appear;

And there did sing, or seem to sing, the choice And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, Birds of a foreign note and various voice : That so did take Eliza, and our James.

Here hangs a mossy rock; there plays a fair But stay; I see thee in the hemisphere

But chiding fountain, purled: not the air, Advanc'd, and made a constellation there :

Nor clouds, nor thunder, but were living drawn; Shine forth, thou star of poets ; and with rage, Not out of common tiffany or lawn, Or influence, chide, or cheer, the drooping stage; But fine materials, which the muses know, Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mouru'd And only know the countries where they grow. like night,

Now, when they could no longer him enjoy, And despairs day, but for thy volume's light. In mortal garments pent,-death may destroy,

Ben Jonson. They say, his body; but his verse shall live,

And more than nature takes our hands shall give: On roorthy Master Shakespeare, and his

In a less volume, but more strongly bound,

Shakespeare shall breathe and speak; with laurel A MIND reflecting ages past, whose clear

crown'd, And equal surface can make things appear,

Which never fades ; fed with ambrosian meat, Distant a thousand years, and represent

In a well-lined vesture, rich, and neat. Them in their lively colors, just extent:

So with this robe they clothe him, bid him wear it; To outrun hasty time, retrieve the fates,

For time shall never stain, nor envy tear it. Roll back the heavens, blow ope the iron gates

The friendly admirer of his endowments. Of Death and Lethe, where (confused) lie

I. M. S. Great heaps of ruinous mortality : In that deep dusky dungeon to discern

Upon the Lines, and Life, of the famous Scenic A royal ghost from churls; by art to learn

Poet, Master W. Shakespeare.
The physiognomy of shades, and give
Them sudden birth, wondering how oft they live;

Those hands which you so clapp'd, go now and What story coldly tells, what poets feign

wring, At second hand, and picture without brain,

You Britons brave; for done are Shake-speare's days: Senseless and soul-less shows: to give a stage

His days are done that made the dainty plays, (Ample, and true with life) voice, action, age,

Which made the Globe of heaven and earth to ring. As Plato's year, and new scene of the world,

Dried is that vein, dried is the Thespian spring, Them unto us, or us to them had hurl'd:

Turn'd all to tears, and Phoebus clouds his rays; To raise our ancient sovereigns from their hearse,

That corpse, that coffin, now bestick those bays, Make kings his subjects; by exchanging verse

Which crown'a him poet first, then poet's king. Enlive their pale trunks, that the present age

If tragedies might any prologue have, Joys in their joy, and trembles at their rage:

All those he made would scarce make one to this ; Yet so to temper passion, that our ears

Where fame, now that he gone is to the grave, Take pleasure in their pain, and eyes in tears

(Death's public tiring-house) the Nuntius is: Both weep and smile; fearful at plots so sad,

For, though his line of life went soon about, Then laughing at our fear; abus'd, and glad

The life yet of his lines shall never out,

Hugh HOLLAND. To be abus'd; affected with that truth Which we perceive is false, pleas'd in that ruth At which we start, and, by elaborate play,

[The following are Ben Jonson's lines on the Tortur'd and tickled; by a crab-like way

Portrait of Shakespeare, precisely as they Time past made pastime, and in ugly sort

stand on a separate leaf opposite to the titleDisgorging up his ravin for our sport :

page of the edition of 1623, and which are -While the plebeian imp, from lofty throne, reprinted in the same place, with some triCreates and rules a world, and works upon

Aing variation of typography, in the folio of Mankind by secret engines; now to move

1632. A chilling pity, then a rigorous love; To strike up and stroke down, both joy and ire;

TO THE READER. To steer th' affections; and by heavenly fire

This Figure, that thou here seest put, Mould us anew, stol'n from ourselves :

It was for gentle Shakespeare cut;
This, and much more, which cannot be express'd Wherein the Graver had a strife
But by himself, his tongue, and his own breast,

With Nature, to out-do the life:
Was Shakespeare's freehold; which his cunning 0, could he but have drawn his wit
Improv'd by favor of the nine-fold train ; (brain As well in brass, as he hath hit
The buskin'd muse, the comic queen, the grand

His face; the Print would then surpass
And louder tone of Clio, nimble hand

All, that was ever writ in brass. And nimbler foot of the melodious pair,

But since he cannot, Reader, look The silver-voiced lady, the most fair

Not at his picture, but his book.

B. I.]



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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Alonso, King of Naples.

STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. SEBASTIAN, his Brother.

Master of a Ship, Boatswain, Mariners. PROSPERO, the bright Duke of Milan.

MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero. Antonio, his Brother, the usurping Duke ARIEL, an airy Spirit. of Milan.

IRIS, FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.

CERES, Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor.

JUNO, Spirits. ADRIAN,


CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.
TRINCULO, a Jester.

Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE, ’a Ship at Sea; afterwards an uninhabited Island.

} Lords.


Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's the

master? Play the men. SCENE I.—On a Ship at Sea.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning Boats. Do you not hear him? You mor our la3 heard.

bor. Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain, *as on ship

Gon. Nay, good, be patient. board, shaking of wet.

Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care

these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : Master. Boatswain !

silence ! trouble us not. Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. Good. Speak to the mariners: fall to't

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boats. None that I more love than myself. You * yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.


are a counsellor: if you can command these elements

to silence, and work the peace of the d present, we Enter Mariners.

will not hand a rope more; use your authority: if Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my you can not, give thanks you have lived so long, and hearts! byare, yare. Take in the topsail; tend to make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance the master's whistle.—Blow, till thou burst thy wind, of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts !if room enough!

Out of our way, I say.

[Exit. Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, Antonio, FERDINAND, thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: meGonzalo, and Others, "from the Cabin.

c"Play the men," i. e., Behave like men.- Present in· Readily; nimbly.- Quick; ready,




complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Mira.

O, woe the day! fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his destiny Pro.

No harm. our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he I have done nothing but in care of thee, be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who

[Exeunt. Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Re-enter Boatswain.

Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Boats. Down with the topmast: yare; lower, low- Than Prospero, master of a 'full poor cell,

Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry And thy no greater father, within.) A plague upon this howling! they are


More to know louder than the weather, or our office.

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

'Tis time Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO.

I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So: and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

[Lays down his 2 robe Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphe- Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. mous, incharitable dog!

The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Boats. Work you, then.

The very & virtue of compassion in thee, Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent I have with such prevision in mine art noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than So safely order'd, that there is no soulthou art. Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the Betid to any creature in the vessel

No, not so much perdition as an hair, ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. as an a unstanched wench.

Sit down; Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold. Set her two For thou must now know farther. b courses: off to sea again; lay her off.


You have often
Enter Mariners, wet.

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost![Ex- and left me to a bootless inquisition,
Boats. What! must our mouths be cold? [eunt. Concluding, “Stay, not yet."
Gön. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist Pro.

The hour's now come, For our case is as theirs.

[them. The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Seb. I am out of patience.

Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by A time before we came unto this cell ? *[Sits down. drunkards.

I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not This wide-chapp'd rascal,-would, thou might'st lie Out three years old. drowning,


Certainly, sir, I can. The washing of ten tides !

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Gon. He'll be hanged yet,

Of anything the image tell me, that Though every drop of water swear against it, Hath kept with thy remembrance. And gape at wid'st to d glut him. [A confused noise


"Tis far off; within.] Mercy on us !

And rather like a dream, than an assurance We split, we split-Farewell, my wife and chil- That my remembrance warrants. Had I not dren!

Four or five women once, that tended me? Farewell, brother !-We split, we split, we split !

Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it, Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Exit

. That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Seb. Let's take leave of him.

Ecit. In the dark backward and k abysm of time? Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam’st here, sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown How thou cam’st here, thou may'st. furze, anything. The wills above be done! but I Mira.

But that I do not. would fain die a dry death.


Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year

since, SCENE II.-The Island: before the cell of PROS- Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

A prince of power.


Sir, are not you my father? Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have she said-thou wast my daughter; and thy


Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, And princess, no worse issued.

Was duke of Milan, 5 thou his only heir But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's 1 heat,

Mira. Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffer'd

O, the heavens ! With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,

What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,

Or blessed was't, we did ?

Pro. Dash'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock

Both, both, my girl: Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Had I been any god of power, I would

But blessedly 'holp hither.

0! my heart bleeds Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er

To think o' the m teen that I have turn'd you to, It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The e fraughting souls within her.

Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther. Pro.

Be collected:

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart,

I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should There's no harm done.

Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,

Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put * Incontinent.-beTwo courses,"i.e., mainsail and foresail.

Abs ately. To englut; to swallow." The fraught. {"Full poor," i. e., very poor. -- Essence. -Loss, – ing souls," i. e., the souls constituting the freight.

Quite - Abyss - Helped. - Sorrow; grief.


The manage of my state; as, at that time, I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
Through all the signiories it was the first,

Will cry it o'er again: it is a 'hint,
(And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed That wrings mine eyes to't.
In dignity) and, for the liberal arts,


Hear a little farther, Without a parallel: those being all my study, And then I'll bring thee to the present business The government I cast upon my brother,

Which now's upon's; without the which this story And to my state grew stranger, being transported Were most impertinent. And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle Mira.

Wherefore did they not Dost thou attend me?

That hour destroy us?
Sir, most heedfully.


Well demanded, wench: Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, How to deny them, whom t'advance, and whom So dear the love my people bore me, nor set To btrash for over-topping, new created

A mark so bloody on the business; but The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd them, With colors fairer painted their foul ends. Or else new form'd them; having both the key In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepard To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, [not. Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats And suck'd my verdure out on't.—Thou attend'st Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, Mira. O good sir! I do.

To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh Pro.

I pray thee, mark me. To the winds, whose pity, sigbing back again, I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated Did us but loving wrong. To closeness, and the bettering of my mind


Alack! what trouble With that, which but by being

so retired

Was I then to you! O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Pro.

0! a cherubim Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,

Thou wast, that did preserve me. Thou didst smile, Like a good parent, did beget of him

Infused with a fortitude from heaven, A falsehood, in its contrary as great

When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'à in me A confidence sans bound. He being thus ' loaded, An undergoing h stomach, to bear up Not only with what my revenue yielded,

Against what should ensue. But what my power might else exact,-like one, Mira.

How came we ashore ? Who having to untruth, by telling of it,

Pro. By Providence divine. Made such a sinner of his memory,

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that To credit his own lie,-he did believe

A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, Out of his charity, (who being then appointed And executing th' outward face of royalty,

Master of this design) did give us; with With all prerogative:-hence his ambition

Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Growing, -Dest thou hear ?

Which since have isteaded much: so, of his gentleMira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. ness,

Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be

From my own library, with volumes that
Absolute Milan. Me, poor man!--my library I prize above my dukedom.
Was dukedom large enough : of temporal royalties Mira.

Would I might
He thinks me now incapable; confederates But ever see that man!
(So d dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Pro. Now I arise :- 4[Puts on his robe again.
To give him annual tribute, do him homage, Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend

Here in this island we arriv'd; and here The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit To most ignoble stooping.

Than other princes can, that have more time Mira.

O the heavens! [me, For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Pro. Mark his condition, and th' event; then tell Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I If this might be a brother,

pray you, sir, Mira.

I should sin

For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason To think but nobly of my grandmother:

For raising this sea-storm? Good wombs have borne bad sons.


Know thus far forth. Pro.

Now the condition. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, This king of Naples, being an enemy

Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Brought to this shore; and by my "prescience, Which was, that he in lieu of the premises, I find my 'zenith doth depend upon Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, - A most auspicious star, whose influence Should presently extirpate me and mine

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan, Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions. With all the honors, on my brother: whereon, Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, A treacherous army levied, one midnight,

And give it way :-I know thou canst not choose. Fated to the practise, did Antonio open

[MIRANDA sleeps.
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Come away, servant, come! I am ready now.
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Approach, my Ariel : come!
Me, and thy crying self.

Enter ARIEL.
Alack, for pity!

Ari. All hail, great master; grave sir, hail. I come

. Administration. — Check. -. Without. - Thirsty.-€" In licu o'," L e, in consideration of.

I Suggestion. —& Covered. - Resolution. – iHelped; as. sisted. Foreknowledge. - Prosperity.

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