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have that gown.

That works him strongly.

Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Mira.
Never till this day,

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still.
Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper’d. Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to

Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak softly; As if you were dismay'd : be cheerful, sir.

All's hush'd as midnight yet. Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in Are melted into air, into thin air :

that, monster, but an infinite loss. And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, is your harmless fairy, monster, The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

for my labour. And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Cal. Pr’ythee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here? Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter: As dreams are made on, and our little life

Do that good mischief, which may make this island Is rounded with a sleep.-Sir, I am vex'd :

Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled : For aye thy foot-licker.
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity.

Ste. Give me, thy band. I do begin to have bloody If you be pleas'd retire into my cell,

thoughts. And there repose : a turn or two I'll walk,

Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy SteTo still my beating mind.

phano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee ! Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. (Exeunt.

[Seeing the apparel. Pro. Come with a thought! I thank thee.–Ariel, Cal. Let it alone, thou fool : it is but trash. come!

Trin. O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a Enter Ariel.

frippery.-0 king Stephano! Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo : by this hand, I'll Pro.

Spirit,
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean,
I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd, To doat thus on such luggage? Let't alone,
Lest I might anger thee.

And do the murder first: if he awake, Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets ? From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ;

Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking: Make us strange stuff. So full of valour, that they smote the air

Ste. Be you quiet, monster.—Mistress line, is not For breathing in their faces; beat the ground this my jerkin ? Now is the jerkin under the line : For kissing of their feet, yet always bending

now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor,

a bald jerkin. At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Trin. Do, do: we steal by line and level, and't like Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,

your grace. As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears,

Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking gorse, and this country. “Steal by line and level,” is an excelthorns,

lent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. Which enter'd their frail skins: at last I left them Trin. Monster, come; put some lime upon your l'the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,

fingers, and away with the rest. There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, O'erstunk their feet.

And all be turn’d to barnacles, or to apes Pro.

This was well done, my bird. With foreheads villainous low. Thy shape invisible retain thou still :

Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers : help to bear this The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you For stale to catch these thieves.

out of my kingdom. Go to; carry this. Ari.

I go, I go.

Trin. And this. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature

Ste. Ay, and this. Yurture can never stick; on whom my pains, [A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;

shape of hounds, and hunt them about ; ProsPERO And as with age his body uglier grows,

and Ariel setting them on.] So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey! Re-enter Ariel, loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver ! Even to roaring.–Come, hang them on this line. Pro. Fury, Fury ! there, Tyrant, there ! hark, hark ! ARIEL hangs them on the line, and with PROSPERO

[Cal., Ste., and Trin, are driven out. remains unseen.

Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and Trinculo, all wet. With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews

Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them, Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

Than pard, or cat o' mountain. (Cries and roaring. Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless Ari.

Hark! they roar. fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour

Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which Lie at my mercy all mine enemies : my nose is in great indignation.

Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, should take a displeasure against you; look you,

Follow, and do me service.

[Exeunt.

[Exit.

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 Prospe 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, boild within thy skull! There stand, Pro.

I did say so;

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.—0 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 human.

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 :-so, 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 pr'ythee.
The noontide sun, call'd 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 frantic | I fear, a madness held me. This must crave

(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.

If this

prove
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 Sex. 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.
Sars it is past ber 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,
Hare 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!
Cpon 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.

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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!

(Aside. 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, Trin. 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.

I long 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.' Ñow 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

mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : If baply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; Ii lost, why then a grievous labour won : However, but a folly bought with wit, Of 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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