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ACT V.
SCENE I.-Before the Cell of PROSPERO.

gesture, attended by Gonzalo ; Sebastian and An

TONIO in like manner, attended by Adrian and Enter Prospero in his magic robes ; and ARIEL. Francisco : they all enter the circle which Prospero Pro. Now does my project gather to a head : had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO My charms crack not, my spirits obey, and time observing, speaks. Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? A solemn air, and the best comforter

Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, You said our work should cease.

Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Pro.

For you are spell-stopp'd.When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,

Noble Gonzalo, honourable man, How fares the king and's followers ?

Mine eyes, even sociable to the flow of thine, Ari,

Confin'd together Fall fellowly drops.—The charm dissolves apace ; In the same fashion as you gave in charge;

And as the morning steals upon the night,
Just as you left them : all prisoners, sir,

Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
They cannot budge till your release. The king, Their clearer reason.–O good Gonzalo!
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, My true preserver, and a loyal servant
And the remainder mourning over them,

To him thou follow'st, I will

pay

thy graces Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly

Home, both in word and deed.—Most cruelly Him that you term’d, sir, the good old lord, Gonzalo : Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works them, Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood, That if you now beheld them, your affections

You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Would become tender.

Expell’d remorse and nature ; who, with Sebastian, Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit?

(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong) Ari. Mine would, sir, were I buman.

Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, Pro.

And mine shall. Unnatural though thou art.—Their understanding Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Begins to swell, and the approaching tide Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,

Will shortly fill the reasonable shores, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? That yet looks on me, e'er would know me.—Ariel, Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell ; [Exit Ariel. Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury

I will dis-case me, and myself present,
Do I take part. The rarer action is

As I was sometime Milan.-Quickly, spirit ;
In virtue, than in vengeance : they being penitent, Thou shalt ere long be free.
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

Ariel re-enters singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO. Not a frown farther. Go; release them, Ariel.

Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,

In a cowslip's bell I lie : And they shall be themselves.

There I couch.

When owls do cry, Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. On the bat's back I do fly, Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and After summer, merrily : groves;

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, And ye, that on the sands with printless foot

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;
When he comes back ; you demy-puppets, that But yet thou shalt have freedom :-30, so, so.-
By moonshine do the green-sward ringlets make, To the king's ship, invisible as thou art :
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid

Being awake, enforce them to this place,
(Weak masters though ye be) I have be-dimm'd And presently, I prythee.
The noontide sun, call’à forth the mutinous winds, Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

[Exit Ariel. Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak Inhabit here: some heavenly power guide us
With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory

Out of this fearful country!
Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up Pro. [Attired as Duke.] Behold, sir king,
The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero.
Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth For more assurance that a living prince
By my so potent art. But this rough magic

Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd

And to thee, and thy company, I bid
Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) A hearty welcome.
To work mine end upon their senses, that

Alon.

Whe'r thou beest he, or no, This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,

Or some enchanted devil to abuse me, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,

As late I have been, I not know : thy pulse And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,

Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, I'll drown my book.

(Solemn music. Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which, Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso, with a franticI fear, a madness held me. This must crave

If this prove

(An if this be at all) a most strange story.

I would not for the world. Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat

Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should
Thou pardon me thy wrongs. But how should Prospero wrangle,
Be living, and be here?

And I would call it fair play.
Pro.
First, noble friend,

Alon.
Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot A vision of the island, one dear son
Be measur'd, or confin'd.

Shall I twice lose.
Gon.
Whether this be,

Seb.

A most high miracle ! Or be not, I'll not swear.

Fer. Though the seas threaten they are merciful : Pro. You do yet taste

I have curs'd them without cause. [Kneels to Alon. Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you

Alon.

Now, all the blessings Believe things certain.- Welcome, my friends all.- Of a glad father compass thee about! But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. [Aside to Seb. and Ant. Mira.

O, wonder! I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, How many goodly creatures are there here! And justify you traitors : at this time

How beauteous mankind is ! O, brave new world, I will tell no tales.

That has such people in't! Seb. [Aside.] The devil speaks in him.

Pro.

'Tis new to thee. Pro.

No. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours : Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive

Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
Thy rankest faults; all of them; and require And brought us thus together ?
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know

Fer.

Sir, she is mortal; Thou must restore.

But, by immortal providence, she's mine :
Alon.
If thou beest Prospero,

I chose her, when I could not ask my father
Give us particulars of thy preservation :

For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Were wreck'd upon this shore ; where I have lost, Of whom so often I have heard renown,
(How sharp the point of this remembrance is !) But never saw before; of whom I have
My dear son Ferdinand.

Received a second life, and second father
Pro.
I am woe for't, sir.

This lady makes him to me.
Alon. Irreparable is the loss, and patience

Alon.

I am hers.
Says it is past her cure.

But O! how oddly will it sound, that I
Pro.
I rather think,

Must ask

my child forgiveness. You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, Pro.

There, sir, stop : For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,

Let us not burden our remembrances
And rest myself content.

With a heaviness that's gone.
Alon.
You the like loss?

Gon.

I have inly wept, Pro. As great to me, as late ; and, supportable Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker And on this couple drop a blessed crown, Than you may call to comfort you, for I

For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way,
Have lost my daughter.

Which brought us hither!
Alon.
A daughter?

Alon.

I say, Amen, Gonzalo. O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Should become kings of Naples? O! rejoice Myself were mudded in that oozy bed

Beyond a common joy, and set it down Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage

Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; At this encounter do so much admire,

And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, That they devour their reason, and scarce think Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, Their eyes do offices of truth, their words

In a poor isle ; and all of us, ourselves, Are natural breath; but, howsoe'er you have

When no man was his own.
Been justled from your senses, know for certain, Alon. Give me your hands : [To Fer, and Mir.
That I am Prospero, and that very duke

Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
Which was thrust forth of Milan ; who most strangely That doth not wish you joy!
Upon this shore, where you were wreck’d, was landed, Gon.

Be it so : Amen.
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;

Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,

amazedly following. Not a relation for a breakfast, nor

O look, sir! look, sir! here are more of us. Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;

I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, This fellow could not drown.-Now, blasphemy, And subjects none abroad : pray you, look in. That swear’st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore ? My dukedom since you have given me again, Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? I will requite you with as good a thing ;

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye

Our king, and company: the next, our ship, As much as me my dukedom.

Which but three glasses since we gave out split, Prospero draws a curtain, and discovers FERDINAND Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when and MIRANDA playing at chess.

We first put out to sea. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.

Ari.

Sir, all this service [Aside. Fer.

No, my dearest love, Have I done since I went.

Pro.

My tricksy spirit! [Aside. These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil
Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen (For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them

From strange to stranger.–Say, how came you hither? To take my life: two of these fellows you

Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I

I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, Acknowledge mine.

And (how we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,

Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death.

Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,

Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine?
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,

Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty :

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em ?-

Where

we, in all her trim, freshly beheld

How cam'st thou in this pickle?

Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master

Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you
Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you, last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones : I shall
Even in a dream, were we divided from them, not fear fly-blowing.
And were brought moping hither.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano!
Ari.
Was't well done?

Ste. O! touch me not: Iam not Stephano, but a cramp.

Pro. Bravely, my diligence! Thou shalt be Aside. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?

free.

Ste. I should have been a sore one then.

Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on.

And there is in this business more than nature

[Pointing to Caliban.

Was ever conduct of: some oracle

Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
Must rectify our knowledge.

As in his shape.-Go, sirrah, to my cell;

Pro.

Sir, my liege,

Take with you your companions: as you look

Do not infest your mind with beating on

To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisure, Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,

Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass

(Which to you shall seem probable) of every

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, And worship this dull fool ?

And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit: Pro.

Go to; away!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you

Set Caliban and his companions free;

found it.

Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gracious sir? Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin.
There are yet missing of your company

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste
Trinculo, in their stolen apparel.

With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man Go quick away; the story of my life,
take care for himself, for all is but fortune.-Coragio! And the particular accidents gone by,
bully-monster, coragio!

Since I came to this isle: and in the morn,
T'rin. If these be true spies which I wear in my I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
head, here's a goodly sight.

Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Cal. O Setebos! these be brave spirits, indeed. Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
How fine my master is! I am afraid

And thence retire me to my Milan, where
He will chastise me.

Every third thought shall be my grave.

Seb.

Ha, ha!

Alon.

What things are these, my lord Antonio?

To hear the story of your life, which must
Will money buy them?

Take the ear strangely.

Ant.

Very like: one of them Pro.

I'll deliver all ;

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, And sail, so expeditious, that shall catch
Then say, if they be true. This mis-shapen knave, Your royal fleet far off.—My Ariel ;-chick-
His mother was a witch; and one so strong

That is thy charge : then, to the elements;

That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, Be free, and fare thou well !—Please you draw near.

And deal in her command with all her

power.

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,

Gentle breath of yours my sails
And what strength I have's mine own;

Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,

Which was to please. Now I want
I must be here confin'd by you,

Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,

And my ending is despair,
Since I have my dukedom got,

Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ;
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell

Which pierces so, that it assaults
In this bare island, by your spell;

Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
But release me from my bands,

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
With the help of your good hands.

Let your indulgence set me free.

[Exeunt omnes.

THE

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.

Panthino, Servant to Antonio. VALENTINE,} The two Gentlemen.

Host, where Julia lodges.

Outlaws with Valentine.
ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.
Thurio, a foolish rival to Valentine.

Julia, beloved of Proteus.
EGLAMOUR, agent of Silvia in her escape.

Silvia, beloved of Valentine. Speed, a clownish Servant to Valentine.

Lucetta, Waiting-woman to Julia. LAUNCE, the like to Proteus.

Servants, Musicians. SCENE: sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan, and on the frontiers of Mantua.

ACT I.

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.
Wer'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'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,
If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.
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; but 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 will not, for it boots thee not.
Pro.

What?
Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans;
Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's
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. Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove.

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.

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 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 leave.
To 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.

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 thought.

Enter Speed. Speed. Sir Proteus, save you. Saw you my master? Pro. But now he parted hence to embark for Milan.

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. You conclude, that my master is a shepherd,

then, and I a sheep? Pro. I do.

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Speed. Why then, my horns are bis horns, whether Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
I wake or sleep.

Being destin'd to a drier death on shore. —
Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. I must go send some better messenger:
Speed. This proves me still a sheep.

I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, Pro. True, and thy master a shepherd.

Receiving them from such a worthless post. [Exit. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.

SCENE II.—The Same. Julia's Garden. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another.

Enter Julia and LUCETTA. Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep. Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love?

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully. shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, wages followest thy master, thy master for wages That every day with parle encounter me, follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.

In thy opinion which is worthiest love? Speed. Such another proof will make me cry" baa." Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my

Pro. But, dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to mind Julia ?

According to my shallow simple skill. Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

But, were I you, he never should be mine. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercutio ? muttons.

Luc. Well, of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so. Speed. If the ground be overcharg'd, you were best Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? stick her.

Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in us! Pro. Nay, in that you are a stray, 'twere best pound Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name? you.

Luc. Pardon, dear madam : 'tis a passing shame, Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me That I, unworthy body as I am, for carrying your letter.

Should censure thus a loving gentleman. Pro. You mistake: I mean the pound, the pinfold. Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, Luc. Then thus, -of many good I think him best. 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your

Jul. Your reason? lover.

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason : Pro. But what said she ? did she nod ?

I think him so, because I think him so. Speed. I.

[SPEED nods.

Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? Pro. Nod, I? why that's noddy,

Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Speed. You mistook, sir: I say she did nod, and Jul. Why, he, of all the rest, hath never mov'd me. you ask me, if she did nod ? and I I.

Luc. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Pro. And that set together, is noddy.

Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it Luc. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. together, take it for your pains.

Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Pro. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter. Luc. 0! they love least, that let men know their love.

Speed. Well, i perceive I must be fain to bear with Jul. I would I knew his mind. you.

Luc.

Peruse this paper, madam. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Jul. “To Julia.” Say, from whom? (Gives a letter. Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having

Luc.

That the contents will show. nothing but the word noddy for my pains.

Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee?
Pro. Beshrew me, but you bave a quick wit. Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake

your
slow
purse.

Proteus. Pro. Come, come; open the matter in brief: what He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, said she ?

Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault, I pray. Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! matter, may be both at once deliver'd.

Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said To whisper and conspire against my youth? she?

(Giving him money. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. And you an officer fit for the place. Pro. Why ? Couldst thou perceive so much from her? There, take the paper: see it be return'd, [Gives it back. Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her Or else return no more into my sight. better;

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. No, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter; Jul. Will

you

be

gone? And being so hard to me that brought to her your mind, Luc.

That you may ruminate. [Exit. I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling you her Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. mind.

It were a shame to call her back again,
Give her no token but stones, for she's as hard as steel. And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.
Pro. What! said she nothing ?

What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, Speed. No, not so much as—"take this for thy And would not force the letter to pains." To testify your bounty, I thank you, you Since maids, in modesty, say "No,” to that have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth Which they would have the profferer construe, "Ay." carry your letters yourself. And so, sir, I'll com- Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, mend you to my master.

[Exit. That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse, Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod.

say

my view,

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