Receiv'd a second life, and second father Alon. I am her's: You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, This lady makes him to me. For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content. Alon. You the like loss? 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 Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Pro. 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'r 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 Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed, To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer. I would not for the world. No, my dearest love, But O, how oddly will it sound, that I There, sir, stop: Let us not burden our remembrances With a heaviness that's gone. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown; For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither! Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo! Gon. Was Milanthrust from Milan, that his issue Should become king 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, Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, When no man was his own.3 Alon. Give me your hands: [To Fer. and Mira. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Be't so! Amen! Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Have I done since I went. [Aside. 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'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 (3) In his senses. (4) Ready. (5, Clever, adroit. a cramp. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. [Pointing to Caliban. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape : -Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Cal. Av, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool! Pro. Go to; away! Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where 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:Coregio, bully-monster, Coragio! Tron. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! How fine my mister 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 Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say, if they be true : 2-This mis-shapen knave, you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, To my poor cell: where you shail take your rest For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it Go quick away: the story of my Life, And the particular accidents, gone by, Since I came to this isle: And in the morn, I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Where I have hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave. Alon. I long 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 fl: et far off. - My Ariel;-chick,That is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!-[aside] Please you draw near. [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. Spoken by Prospero. NOW my charms are all o'erthrown, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer; Which pierces so, that it assaults As you from crimes would pardon d be, It is observed of The Tempest, that its plan is regular; this the author of The Revisal thinks, what I think too, an accidental effect of the story, not intended or regarded by our author. But, whatever might be Shakspeare's intention in forming or adopting the plot, he has made it instrumental to the production of many characters, diversified with boundless invention, and preserved with profound skill in nature, extensive knowledge of opinions, and accurate observation of life. In a single drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and sailors, all speaking in their real characters. There is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly goblin; the operations of magic, the tumults of a storm, the adventures of a desert island, the native effusion of untaught affection, the punishment of (1) Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve a guilt, and the final happiness of the pair for whom spell. our passions and reasons are equally interested. JOHNSON. 27 TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. Duke of Milan, father to Silvia. Falentine, gentlemen of Verona. Proteus, PERSONS REPRESENTED. Antonio, father to Proteus. ACT I. Out-laws. Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. Silvia, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine. Lucetta, waiting-woman to Julia. Servants, musicians. Scene, Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua. If lost, why then a grievous labour won; SCENE I. An open place in Verona. Enter Or else a wit by folly vanquished. Valentine and Proteus. Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Even so by love the young and tender wit Wish me partaker in thy happiness, Once more adieu: my father at the road When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy dan- Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Val. 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. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. Рто. Val. What? To be In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; (1) A humorous punishment at harvest-home easts, &c. At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love: Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away. 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 broucht your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in Speed. You conclude that my master is a shep-telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; herd then, and I a sheep? I wake or sleep. for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What, said she nothing? Speed. 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, begone, to save your ship from wreck; Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. sheep. 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? gav'st thou my letter to Julia? 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 a 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. 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 Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Being destin'd to a drier death on shore: I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. Garden of Julia's house. 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 unheedfully. Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That every day with parles 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 rich Mercatio? Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, That I, unworthy body as I am, Jul. Your reason? Lue. 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? Luc. Av, if you thought your love not cast away. Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. Luc. Fire, that 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. Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Luc. Jul. To Julia, Luc. Jul. Say, say; Peruse this paper, madam. Say, from whom? That the contents will show. who gave it thee? from Proteus: Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, |