And rest myself content.

Alon.

[ter?

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.

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, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! Where my son lies. When did you lose your daugh-I prophesied if a gallows were on land, Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive these lords This fellow could not drown: now, blasphemy, At this encounter do so much adinire, 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.

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
strangely

Upon this shore, where you were wrack'd, was land-
To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this; Led,
For 't is a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell 's my court: here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom 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
dinand and Miranda playing at chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer.

Aside.

Ari.
Sir, all this service】
Have I done since I went,
Pro.1
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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, gingling chains,
Fer-We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty:
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Capering,to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
Ari.
Was 't well done?"
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt Aside.
be free.

No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should
And I would call it fair play.
[wrangle,

Alon.

If this prove

A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose. Seb. A most high miracle!
Fer. Though the seas threaten they are merciful:
I have curs'd them without cause.

Alon.

[Fer. kneels to 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.

'T is new to thee.

Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at
play?

Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together?

Fer.
Sir, she's mortal;
But, by immortal providence, she 's mine;
I chose her, when I could not ask my father
For his advice; nor thought I had one: she
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before; of whom I have.
Receiv'd a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod :
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of: some oracle

Must rectify our knowledge. Pro. Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisure,
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you
(Which to you shall seem probable) of every
These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit;
[Aside.

Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gra-
There are yet missing of your company [cious sir?
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!

Trin. 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 master is! I am afraid

Alon. I am hers: He will chastise me.

But O, how oddly will it sound that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!
Pro.
There, sir, stop;
Let us not burthen our remembrances with
A heaviness that 's gone. Gon. I have inly wept,
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 !
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
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

Where he himself was lost; Prospero, his dukedom,
In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,
When no man was his own.

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: 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 conmand, without her power:
These three have robb'd me: and this demi-devil
(For he 's a bastard one) had plotted with them
To take my life: two of these fellows you
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death.
Alon. 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 them!-
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?

To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely. Pre. I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch

That is thy charge; then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well!-Aside.] Please you,
draw near.
[Exeunt,

EPILOGUE.

Spoken by Prospero.

Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel;-chick,-
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is a strange 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. 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
Seb. Or stole it, rather.
[you found it.
[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 'Il 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 inorn

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

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have 's mine own;
Which is most faint: now 't is true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples: Let ine not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon'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.

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

SPEED, a clownish servant to SILVIA, the Duke's daughter, be

Valentine.

LAUNCE, the like to Proteus.
PANTHINO, servant to Antonio.
HOST, where Julia lodges.
OUT-LAWS with Valentine.

loved of Valentine.

LUCETTA, waiting-woman to
Julia.

SCENE 1.-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,
o 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 be gone? 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, Valentíne.

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 boots in love.
Val. T is true; for you are over boots in love,
And yet you never swom the Hellespont,

Servants, Musicians.

In the original, Proteus is in variably spelt Protheus.

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;
[ment's mirth,
Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading mo-
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. 'T is 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.

That the contents will show. Ful. Say, say; who gave it thee? [Proteus:

[Speed nods. Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray.

Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and Ful. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!

you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.
Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.
Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it to-
gether, take it for your pains.

Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.
Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with

Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?
To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Now, trust me, 't is an office of great worth,
And you an officer fit for the place.
There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
Or else return no more into my sight.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate,
Ful. Will you be gone?
having. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter,
That you may ruminate. [Exit

How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile!
My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
And ask remission for my folly past:-
What ho! Lucetta?

Luc.

Re-enter Lucetta.

What would your ladyship?
Ful. Is 't near dinner time?
Luc.

I would it were;

That you might kill your stomach on your meat,

And not upon your maid.
Ful.
So gingerly?

Luc.

Jul.

Nothing.

What is 't you took up

I see things too, although you judge I wink.
Ful. Come, come, wilt please you go.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The same. A Room in Antonio's
House.

Enter Antonio and Panthino.

Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that,
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
Pan. 'T was of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Ant. Why, what of him?

Pan.
He wonder'd, that your lordship
Would suffer him to spend his youth at home;
While other men, of slender reputation,
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
Why didst thou stoop then? Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to discover islands far away;
Some, to the studious universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,
He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet:
And did request me, to importune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home,
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.

Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Ful. And is that paper nothing?
Luc.
Nothing concerning me.
Ful. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.
Luc. Madan, it will not lie where it concerns,
Unless it have a false interpreter.
Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune:
Give me a note: your ladyship can set.

Ful. As little by such toys as may be possible:
Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love."
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then.
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it.
Ful. And why not you?

Luc.

I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song?-How now, minion? Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.

Jul. You do not?

Luc. No, madam; 't is too sharp.
Ful. You, minion, are too saucy.
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:
There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.
Ful. The mean is drown'd with you, unruly base.
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
Here is a coil with protestation!-Tears the letter.
Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie:
You would be fingering them, to anger me.
Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best
pleas'd

To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit.
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!
Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey,
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!
I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
Look, here is writ-kind Fulia;-unkind Julia!
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
And, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus :—
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd;
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down:
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have consider'd well his loss of time;
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being try'd, and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry achiev'd,

And perfected by the swift course of time:
Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him?
Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Ant. I know it well.

[him thither:

Pan. 'T were good, I think, your lordship sent
There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen;
And be in eye of every exercise,

Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

I

And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it,
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd:
The execution of it shall make known:
will dispatch him to the emperor's court.
Even with the speediest expedition
Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
With other gentlemen of good esteem,
Are journeying to salute the emperor,
And to.commend their service to his will.
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go:
And,-in good time.-Now will we break with him.
Enter Proteus.

Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life!
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn:
O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,
To seal our happiness with their consents!
O heavenly Julia!

Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there?
Pro. May 't please your lordship, 't is a word or two
Of commendation sent from Valentine,
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news.
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes

Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear How happily he lives, how well-beloved,

Unto a ragged, fearful-hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,-
Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
To the sweet Julia; that I'll tear away;

And yet I will not, sith so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names;
Thus will I fold them one upon another;
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Re-enter Lucetta.

Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father
Ful. Well, let us go.
[stays.
Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here?
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up.
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see;

And daily graced by the emperor;
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,
And not depending on his friendly wish.

Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish:
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will, and there an end.

I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time
With Valentinus in the emperor's court;
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided;
Please you, deliberate a day or two.
Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after
No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.-
Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd

C

[thee:

To hasten on his expedition.

[Exeunt Ant. and Pan. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of burning;

And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd:
I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,
Lest he should take exceptions to my love;
And with the vantage of mine own excuse
Hath he excepted most against my love.
O, how this spring of love resembleth

The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Re-enter Panthino.

Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you;
He is in haste; therefore, I pray you go.
Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto;
And yet a thousand times it answers, no. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How esteemest thou me! I account of her
beauty.

Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.
Val. How long hath she been deformed?
Speed. Ever since you loved her.

Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and
still I see her beautiful.

Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
Val. Why?

Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus for going ungartered!

Val. What should I see then?

Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.

SCENE I.-Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace. morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.

Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last

Enter Valentine and Speed.

Speed. Sir, your glove.

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.

Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but

one.

Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it s mine:-
Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!
Ah Silvia Silvia!

Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!
Val. How now, sirrah?

Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.

Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?

Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too
slow.

Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam
Silvia ?

Speed. She that your worship loves?

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed, Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms| like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a Robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A. B. C.; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my

master.

Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. They are all perceived without ye. Val. Without me? they cannot. Speed. Without you! nay, that's certain, for without you were so simple, none else would: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye that sees you but is a physician to comment on your malady.

Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?
Speed. She that you gaze on so, as she sits at sup-
per?

Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean.
Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'st her not?

Speed. Is she not hard favoured, sir?
Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Val. What dost thou know?

Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well
favoured.

Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.

Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count.

Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed: I
thank you, you swing'd me for my love, which
makes ine the bolder to chide you for yours.
Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Speed. I would you were set; so your affection
would cease.

Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some
lines to one she loves.

Speed. And have you?

Val. I have.

Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them:
Peace, here she comes.

Enter Silvia.

Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her.

Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-mor

rows.

Speed. O, 'give ye good even here's a million of
manners.

Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
Speed. He should give her interest, and she gives it
him.
Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter,
Unto the secret ñameless friend of yours;
Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,
But for iny duty to your ladyship.
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 't is very clerkly
done.
Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;
For, being ignorant to whom it goes,
I writ at random, very doubtfully.
Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?
Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write,
Please you command, a thousand times as much:
And yet,-

Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel;
And yet I will not name it :-and yet I care not ;-
And yet take this again;-and yet I thank you;
Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet.

[Aside.
Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it?
Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ :
But since unwillingly, take them again;
Nay, take them. Val. Madam, they are for you.
Sil. Ay, ay, you writ them, sir, at my request;
But I will none of them; they are for you:
I would have had them writ more movingly.
Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another.
Sil. And when it 's writ, for my sake read it over:
And if it please you, so: if not, why so.

Val. If it please me, madam! what then?
Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour.
And so good morrow, servant.
[Exit Silvia.
Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a