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Act Fifth.

SCENE I.-BEFORE THE CELL OF PROSPERO. Enter Prospero in his magic robes; and Ariel. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not, my spirits obey, and Time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? A. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.

Pro.

I did say so, When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the King and his?

Ari. Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge: Just as you left them: all prisoners, sir, In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; They cannot budge till you release. The King, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, And the remainder mourning over them, Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly Him that you term'd, sir, the good old lord, Gonzalo :

His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly

works them,

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Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply
Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to
th' quick,

Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury
Do I take part. The rarer action is [tent,
In virtue, than in vengeance: they being peni-
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown farther. Go, release them, Ariel.
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

Ari.
I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit.
Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes,

and groves;

And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,
When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pas-
time

Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid
(Weak masters though ye be) I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'dforththe mutinouswinds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art.-But this rough magic
I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd
Bome heavenly music (which even now I do),

To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fadoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.
[Solemn music.

Here enter Ariel before; then Alonso, with a frantic gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco: they all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charmed; which Prospero observing, speaks.

A solemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There
For you are spell-stopp'd.-
[stand,
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine,
Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.-O good Gonzalo !
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;-
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.--Flesh
and blood,

You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebas-
tian
[strong,)
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive
thee,
[ing
Unnatural though thou art.-Their understand-
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me.-Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

(Exit Ariel.

I will dis-case me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan.-Quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

Ariel enters, singing, and helps to attire him.
ARI. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily.

Merrily, merily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom:-80, 80, 80,-To the King's ship, invisible as thou art: There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the Master and the Boat Being awake, enforce them to this place; [swain, And presently, I pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit Ariel Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze

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A hearty welcome.

Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know thy pulse Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which, I fear, a madness held me. This must crave (An if this be at all) a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs.-But how should Be living, and be here? [Prospero

Pro.

First, noble friend,

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You do yet taste

Or be not, I'll not swear.
Pro.
Some subtleties o' th' isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain.-Welcome, my friends all.
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
[Aside to Seb. and Ant.

I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,
And justify you traitors: at this time
I'll tell no tales.

Seb. [Aside.] The devil speaks in him.
Pro.

No.For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault-all of them; and require My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, Thou must restore.

Alon. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation: [since How thou hast met us here, whom three hours Were wrack'd upon this shore, where I have lost (How sharp the point of this remembrance is!) My dear son Ferdinand. Pro. I am woe for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, [grace, You have not sought her help; of whose soft For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content. Alon. You the like loss? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter.

Alon.

A daughter?

O heavens! that they were living both in Naples,
The King and Queen there! that they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed [daughter?
Where my son lies. When did you lose your
P. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
At this encounter do so much admire,
That they devour their reason, and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath; but, howsoe'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke

Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most
strangely
[landed,
Upon this shore, where you were wrack'd, was
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day.
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye
As much as me my dukedom.

Here Prospero discovers Ferdinand and
Miranda playing at chess.

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
No, my dearest love,

Fer.

I would not for the world.

Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should And I would call it fair play. [wrangle, If this prove

Alon.

A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.

Seb.
A most high miracle!
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are mer-
I have curs'd them without cause. [ciful:
[Fer. kneels to Alon.
Now, all the blessings
Of a glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.

Alon.

Mira. O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O, brave new world, That has such people in't!

Pro. "Tis new to thee. [at play? Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And brought us thus together?

Fer.
Sir, she is 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.

I have inly wept,

There, sir, stop: Let us not burthen our remembrances With a heaviness that's gone. Gon. Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you And on this couple drop a blessed crown, [gods, For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way, Which brought us hither!

Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo. [issue Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his Should become Kings of Naples? O! rejoice Beyond a common joy, and set it down With gold on lasting pillars:-In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis ; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, [dom, Where he himself was lost; Prospero his duke

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Our King, and company: the next, our ship,
Which but three glasses since we gave out split,
Is tight, and yare,1 and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.

Ari.
Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.
Pro.

[Aside. My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they

strengthen [hither? From strange to stranger.-Say, how came you 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

Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our Master
Cap'ring to eye her. On a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari. [Aside.] •Was't well done?
Pro. [Aside.] Bravely, my diligence! Thou
shall be free.

[trod; Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men And there is in this business more than Nature Was ever conduct2 of. Some oracle Must rectify our knowledge.

Pro.

Sir, my liege,

Do not infest your mind with beating on [sure,
The strangeness of this business: at pick'd lei-
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you
(Which to you shall seem probable) of every
These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well.-[Aside.]-Come
hither, spirit:

Set Caliban and his companions free: [cious sir?
Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gra-
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
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!

Trin. If these be true spies that I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. OSetebos! these be brave spirits, indeed. 1 Ready. 2 Conductor.

How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.
Seb.

Ha, ha!
What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Will money buy them?

Ant.

Very like: one of them Isa plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. [lords, Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my Then say, if they betrue. -This mis-shapen knave, His mother was a witch; and one so strong And deal in her command, without her power. That couldcontrol the moon, make flows andebbs, These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil (For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I To take my life. Two of these fellows you Acknowledge mine. Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Al. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?— How cam'st thou in this pickle?

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? [a cramp.
Ste. O! touch me not: I am not Stephano, but
Pro. You'd be king o' the Isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. [Pointing to Caliban. ] This is as strange

a thing as e'er I looked on.

Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners
As in his shape.-Go, sirrah, to my cell;
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Take with you your companions: as you look

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!
Pro.
Go to; away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where
Seb. Or stole it, rather. [you found it.
[Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin.
P. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make
For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste
Go quick away :-the story of my life,
And the particular accidents gone by,
Since I came to this isle: and in the morn,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,

And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
I long

Of these our dear-belov'd solemnized;

Alon.
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

Pro.
I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off.

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My Ariel-chick, That is thy charge: then, to the ele-[Aside. Be free, and fare thou well! [ments; Please you, draw near. [Exeunt

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SCENE.-Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan, and in a Forest near it.

Act First.

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. Were't not, affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'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'dst, love still, and thrive thereEven as I would, when I to love begin.

[in,

P. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu. Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy (If ever danger do environ thee,) [danger, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy beads-man, Valentine.

V. And on a love-book pray for my success? P. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. V. 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; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont. P. Over the boots! nay, give me not the boots. Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not. Pro. What? [groans; Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with

Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth,

With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won:
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Pro. So, by your circumstance you call me
fool.
[prove.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll
Pro. "Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you;
And he that is so yoked by a fool,
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.

V. And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, That art a votary to fond desire? Once more, adieu. My father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our To Milan let me hear from thee by letters, [leave. Of thy success in love, and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend; And I likewise will visit thee with mine.

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan.

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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. Sp. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. P. 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.

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. S. 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 delivered. Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she?

Sp. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? couldst thou perceive so much from her?

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.

Pro. What! said she nothing?

Sp. No, not so much as-"Take this for thy pains." To testify your bounty, 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. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from
wreck,

Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destined to a dryer death on shore.-
[Exit Speed.

I must go send some better messenger:
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post.

SCENE II.

[Exit.

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the THE SAME. THE GARDEN OF JULIA'S HOUSE. 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; and she gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

Pro. Nay, in that you are astray: '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, a pinfold.
Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over

and over,

"Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to
Pro. But what said she?
[your lover.
Speed. [Nods.] Ay.

Pro. Nod, ay? why, that's noddy.
Speed. You mistook, sir: I say she did nod,
and you ask me if she did nod; and I say ay.
Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.1
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?

1 Fool.

Enter Julia and Lucetta.

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love?
Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheed-
J. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, [fully.
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. [mour!
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Egla-

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 Mercatio?
Luc. Well, of his wealth; but of himself, so so.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus?
Luc. To see what folly reigns in us!
Jul. How now? what means this passion at
his name?

L. 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
Jul. Your reason?

[best.

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on him? [away. Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast 1 Sixpenco.

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