Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts. Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee! Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery:--O king Stephano! Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown. Trin. Thy grace shall have it. Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you Make us strange stuff. Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin. Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, a'nt like your grace. Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver! Pro. Fury! Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints Than pard, or cat o' mountain. ACT V. 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? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. Pro. When first I rais'd the tempest. I did say so, Ari. [Exeunt Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, And ye, that on the sands with printless foot When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice (Weak masters though you be) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Dost thou think so, spirit? With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. That if you now beheld them, Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling A shop for sale of old clothes. Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) A solemn air, and the best comforter Now useless, boiled within thy skull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honorable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, [Exit ARIEL. ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO. Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; There I couch when owls do cry. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, 80.- Ari. I drink the air before me, and return ment Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country' Pity or tenderness of heart. The devil speaks in him. [Aside. 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, Pro. Pro. You the like loss? A daughter? Alon. Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you: for I Have lost my daughter. Alon. 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 lorda 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 | And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, landed, To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FER- No, my dearest love, I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove Seb. [FERD. kneels to ALON. Alon. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. 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. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: When no man was his own. Alon. Give me your hands [To FER. and MIR. Be't so! Amen! Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon. 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 Aside. not natural events; they 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 Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Ari. shalt be free. Thou Aside. Do not infest your mind with beating on [Aside 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! • Ready. 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, Cal. Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?- 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? 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. Ay, 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! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where 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 shall 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. Pro. I long To hear the story of your life, which must Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel;-chick, SCENE, sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the Frontiers of Mantua. SCENE I.-An open Place in Verona. Enter VALENTINE and PROteus. ACT I. Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Wer't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honor'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'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. Pro. 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 danger, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, 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. Pro. Val. What? To be A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c. In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me 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. Val. 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 its 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 leave. 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! [Exit VALENTINE |