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, Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Ari. and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To work mine end upon their senses, that 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 You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, (Exit Ariel. I will dis-case me, and myself present, Ariel enters, singing, and helps to attire him. There I couch when owls do cry. 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 ment 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, You do yet taste Or be not, I'll not swear. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, Seb. [Aside.] The devil speaks in him. 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, Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most Here Prospero discovers Ferdinand and Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. 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 Seb. 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. Alon. 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 Our King, and company: the next, our ship, Ari. [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, Ari. [Aside.] •Was't well done? [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, Set Caliban and his companions free: [cious sir? 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 Ha, ha! 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. a thing as e'er I looked on. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass And thence retire me to my Milan, where Of these our dear-belov'd solemnized; Alon. Pro. (it My Ariel-chick, That is thy charge: then, to the ele-[Aside. Be free, and fare thou well! [ments; Please you, draw near. [Exeunt 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: Pro. So, by your circumstance you call me 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. 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 Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, I must go send some better messenger: 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. and over, "Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to Pro. Nod, ay? why, that's noddy. 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, Luc. Please you repeat their names, I'll show According to my shallow simple skill. [mour! Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? L. Pardon, dear madam: 'tis a passing shame, [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. |