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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?

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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;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Bentting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This celi's my court: here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedoin 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.

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,

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But O, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!
Pro.

There, sir, stop:

Let us not burden our remembrances

With a heaviness that's gone.
Gon.

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!
Gon.

Be't so! Amen!

Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.

O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us!
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Our king and company: the next, our ship, -
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,-
Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd as when
We first put out to sea.
Ari.
Sir, all this service)
My tricksys spirit!)

Have I done since I went.
Pro.

[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.

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a cramp.

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.

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,
His mother was a witch; and one so strong
That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her cominand, without her power:
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil
(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them

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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.

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EPILOGUE.

Spoken by Prospero.

NOW my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own;
strength
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples: Let me nol,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And nardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island, by your spell;
But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please: now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,

Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;

Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon d be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

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.
Thurio, a foolish rival to Valentine.
Eglamour, agent for Silvia in her escape.
Speed, a clownish servant to Valentine.
Launce, servant to Proteus.
Panthino, servant to Antonio.
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.

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;
However, but a folly bought with wit,

SCENE I. An open place in Verona. Enter Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Valentine and Proteus.

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Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll

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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
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?

Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

Once more adieu: my father at the road

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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,
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!
Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell!
[Erit Valentine.

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 metamorphos'd 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

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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?

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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.
Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd.
Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'il 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 I must go send some better messenger;

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

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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 fair Sir Eglamour?
But, were I you, he never should be mine.
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;

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. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us!
Jul. How now! what means this passion at his
name?

Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame,

That I, unworthy body as I am,
Should censures 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?

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,

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