And deeper than did ever plummet sound A solemn air and the best comforter For more assurance that a living prince Alon. 110 Whether thou be'st he or no, The affliction of my mind amends, with which, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, 70 To him thou follow'st! I will pay thy graces You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong, Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, Thou pardon me my wrongs. Prospero Be living and be here? But how should Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. Whether this be You do yet taste I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you Seb. [Aside] The devil speaks in him. No. Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them If thou be'st Prospero, Pros. I am woe for't, sir. I rather think Pros. You the like loss! Alon. Alon. A daughter? O heavens, that they were living both in Naples, Pros. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed, To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; Not a relation for a breakfast nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye 170 She 190 Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: I am hers: O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us: 211 Our king and company; the next, our ship- Ari. [Aside to Pros.] Sir, all this service Pros. [Aside to Ari.] My tricksy spirit! 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'ld 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 Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, Ari. [Aside to Pros.] Was't well done? 240 Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; And there is in this business more than nature Pros. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on 251 Set Caliban and his companions free; Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gracious sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads that you remember not. Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel. 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! 300 To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest I long 310 To hear the story of your life, which must That is thy charge: then to the elements near. EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, As you from crimes would pardon'd be, 10 20 THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. DRAMATIS PERSONE. DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. VALENTINE, the two Gentlemen. ANTONIO, Father to Proteus. THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine. SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine. ACT I. SCENE I. Verona. An open place. Enter VALENTINE and PROteus. Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest 10 When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy dan 50 Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud To Milan let me hear from thee by letters 60 Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell. [Exit. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love: He leaves his friends to dignify them more; I leave myself, my friends and all, for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me, Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought: Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought. Enter SPEED. Speed. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master? 30 70 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. 91 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? gavest thou my letter to Julia? 100 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 labour. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons. Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. Pro. Nay: in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you. 110 Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound,-a pinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over 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 bear 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. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow 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 telling your mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What said she? nothing? 150 Speed. No, not so much as "Take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, Which cannot perish having thee aboard, Being destined to a drier death on shore. [Exit Speed. 160 I must go send some better messenger: Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love? Luc. Please you repeat their names, I'll show my mind According to my shallow simple skill. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Egla mour? Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so. Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus? Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name? Luc. Luc. Pardon, dear madam: tis a passing shame That I, unworthy body as I am, Should censure 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; I think him so because I think him so. Ful. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast Laec. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. 29 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 love. |