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Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. — I would, I could Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men,

see this taborer: he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt

SCENE III. — Anotherpart of the Island.

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Enter Alosso, SEBAstiAN, ANToNio, GonzAlo, Adrian, Although my last: no matter, since I feel

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Solemn and strange musick; and Paospeno above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the king, etc. to

eat, they depart.

Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark!

Gon. Marvellous sweet musick?

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens ! What were

these?

Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe,
That there are unicorns; that, in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one phoenix
At this hour reigning there.

Ant. I'll believe both;
And what does else want credit, come to me,

And I'll be sworn’tis true: Travellers ne'er did lie,

Though fools at home coudemn them.

Gon. If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say, I saw such islanders, (For, certes, these are people of the island,)

Wh9, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,

Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of
Our human generation you shall find
Many, may, almost any.

Pro. Honest lord,
Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
Are worse than devils.
Alon. I cannot too much muse,

Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing

(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind

Of excellent dumb discourse.
Pro. Praise in departing.
Fran. They vanish’d strangely.
Seb. No matter, since

They have left their viands behind; for we have sto

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Will't please you taste of what is here? Alon. Not I.

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The best is past: – Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand too, and do as we!
Thunder and lightning. Enter Aniel, like a harpy,
claps his wings upon the table, and, with a quaint
device, the banquet wanishes.
Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny
(That hath to instrument this lower world,
And what is in't,) the never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up ; and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
[Seeing Alon. Seb. etc. draw their su'ords.
And even with such like valour, men hang and drown
Their properselves. You fools I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate; the elements,
Of whom your swords are temper’d, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock’d—at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that’s in my plume; my fellow ministers
Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths'
And will not be uplifted : But, remember,
(For that's my business to you) that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens’d the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling ring perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once,) shall step by step attend
You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from
(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow,
And a clear life ensuing.
He wanishes in thunder: then, to soft musick, enter
the Shapes again, and dance with mops and nowes,
and carry out the table.
Pro.[Aside.] Bravely the figure ofthis harpy hastthon
Perform’d, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated,
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life,
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done: my high charms work,
And these, mine enemies, are all knit up
In their distractions: they now are in my power;
And in these fits Ileave them, whilst I visit
Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drowned.)
And his and my loved darling.
[Exit Prospero from above.
Gon.T the name of something holy, sir,why stand you
In this strange stare?
4lon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous!
Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass.
Therefore my soni' the ooze is bedded; and
I'll seek him deeper than c'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lie mudded.
Seb. But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.
4nt. I’ll be thy second. [Exeunt Seb. and Ans.
Gon. All three of them are desperate; their greatguilt,
Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now' gins to bite the spirits:– I dobeseech you,

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SCENEI.- Before Prospero's Cell. Enter Paospero, Ferdi NAND, and Mia ANDA. Pro. If I have too austerely punish’d you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life, Orthat, for which I live; whom once again Itender to thy hand; all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Haststrangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her. Fer. I do believe it, Against an oracle. Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter! But If thou dost break her virgin knot, before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall, To make this contract grow; but barren hate, Sour-ey’d disdain, and discord, shall bestrew The union of yourbed with weeds so loathly, That you shall hate it both. Therefore, take heed, As Hymen's lamps shall light you! Fer. As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now ; the murkiestden, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion Our worser Genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, Ornight kept chain’d below. Pro. Fairly spoke! Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.— What, Ariel; my industrious servant Ariel ! Enter Anie L. Ari. What wonld my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you In such another trick' Go, bring the rabble, 9'er whom [gave thee power, here, to this place: Incite them to quick motion! for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise, And they expect it from me. Ari. Presently? Pro. Ay, with a twink. Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go, Andbreathe twice; and cry, so, so; Each one, tripping on his toe,

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Do you love me, master? no?
Pło, Dearly, my delicate Ariel ! Do not approach,
Till thon dost hearme call.
Ari. Well, I conceive.
Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein; the strongestoaths are straw
To the firei'the blood: be more abstemious,
Or else, good night, your vow!
er. I warrant you, sir;
The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates theardour of my liver.
Pro. Well.—

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Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly. —
No tongue; all eyes; be silent! [Soft music.

A Masque. Enter Iais. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads, thatch'd with stover, them to keep : Thy banks with peomied and lilied brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost air: The queen o’ the sky, Whose watery arch, and messenger, am I, Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain; Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. Enter CEREs. Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers Diffusest honey—drops, refreshing showers; And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres, and my unshrubb’d down, Rich scarf to my proud earth; Why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green? Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate; And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers. Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen? since they did plot The means, that dusky Dis my daughter got, Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company I have forsworn. Iris. Of her society Be not afraid; I mether deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Whose vows are, that no bed-rite shall be paid Till Hymen’s torch belighted: but in vain; Mars's hot minion is return’d again; Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows, And be a boy right out. Cer. Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait. Enter Juno. Jun. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me, To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, And honour’d in their issue. SONG. Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you! Juno sings her blessings on you. Ceres. Earth's increase, and foison plenty, Barns, and garners never empty; Pines, with clust' ring bunches growing; Plants, with goodly burden bowing; Spring come to you, at the farthest, In the very end of harvest! Scarcity, and want, shall shun you; Ceres' blessing so is on you. Fer. This is a mostmajestic vision, and Harmonious charmingly: May I be bold To think these spirits? Pro. Spirits, which by mine art

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I have from their confines call'd to enact
My present fancies.
fer. Let me live here ever!
So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,
Make this place Paradise. -
[Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris
on employment.
Fro. Sweetnow, silence!
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
Or else our spellis marr'd. -
Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring
brooks,
with your sedg’d crowns, and ever harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels, and on this greenland
Answer your summons; Juno does command:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late!
Enter certain Nymphs.
You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry;
Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing !
Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join
with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the
end whereof Prospero starts suddenly, and speaks;
after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused
noise, they heavily vanish.
Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates,
Against my life; the minute of their plot
Is almost come.—[To the Spirits.]Well done;—avoid;
—no more
Fer. This is most strange: your father's in some
passion
That works him strongly.
Mira. Nevertill this day,
Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper’d.
Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov’d sort,
As if you were dismay’d: be cheerful, sir:
Our revels now are ended: these our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabrick of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind: We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. — Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness! my old brain is troubled.
Be not disturb’d with my infirmity:
If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.
Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. [Exeunt.
Pro. Como with a thought:-I thank you : —Ariel,
coine !

Enter ARIEL.
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy pleasure?
Pro. Spirit,
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd,
Lest I mightanger thee.
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
Ari, Italdyou, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
So full of o, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Toward their project: Then I beat my tabor,

At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,
As they smelt musick; so I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them -
I the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O'erstunk their feet.
Pro. This was well dome, my bird;
Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
The trumpery in my house, go, bringithither,
For stale to catch these thieves'
Ari. I go, I go.
Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers: I will plague them all,
Re-enter Aniel, loaden with glistering apparel, etc.
Even to roaring:- Come, hang them on this line !
Paospeno and Aniel remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN,
Stephano, and TRINculo, all wet.
Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may
Hear a footfall: we now are near his cell. not
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harm-
less fairy, has done little better than played the Jack
with us.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which
my nose is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should
take a displeasure against you; lookyou, -
Trin. Thou wert but a lostmonster.
Cal. Goodmylord, give methy favour still!
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to,
Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore, speak
softly,
All's hush'd as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, butto lose our bottles in the pool,-
Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that,
monster, but an infiniteloss.
Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this
is your harmless fairy, monster.
Ste. I will fetch offmy bottle, though I be o'er ears
for my labour.
Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet! Seest thou here,
This is the mouth o' the cell: no moise, and enter:
Do that good mischief, which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.
Ste. Give methy hand! I do begin to have bloody
thoughts.
Trin. Qking Stephano!o peer!o worthy Stephano!
look, what awardrobe here is for thee!
Cal. Letit alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a
frippery :-0 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 mean,
To do at thus on such luggage? Let's along,
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches;
Make us strange stuff.
Ste. Be you quiet, monster! — Mistress line, is not
this myjerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now,
|. you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald
Jerkin.
Trin. Do, do: Westeal byline and level, and’t like
your grace.
Ste. I thank thee for thatjest; here's a garment for't;
wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this

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SCENEI. — Before the cell of Prospero.
Enter Paospero in his magick robes, and Aniel.

Pro. Now does my project gather to ahead:
My charms cracknot; my spirits obey; and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How’s the day?

Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, mylord,
You said our work should cease.

Pro. I did say so,
When first I rais’d the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and his?

Ari. Confin'd together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners
In the lime grove, which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge, till your release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly
Him you term’d, sir, The good old lord, Gonzalo :
Histears run down his beard, like winter's drops

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Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fin

Ste. Monster, lay—to your fingers; help to bear this
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Ari. I’ll fetch them, sir. [Exit.
Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and
groves;
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,
When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that
By moon-shine do the green-sourringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid
(Weak masters though yebe,) 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
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong bas'd promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves, atmy command,
.Have wak'd their sleepers; oped, and let them forth
By my so potent art: But this rough magick
I here abjure: and, when I have requir’d
Some heavenly musick, (which even now I do.)
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book. [Solemn musick.
Re-enter Amel. : after him, Alonso, with a frantic
gesture, attended by Gonzalo; SebastiAn and Anto-
Nio in like manner, attended by Adai As and FRAN-
cisco: they all enter the circle which Paospello had
made, and there stand charmed; which Paospeko
observing, speaks. -
Asolemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd-
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Minecyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops. – The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes, that mantle
Their clearer reason.— O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and aloyal sir
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed. – Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;-
Thou'rt pinch'd for’t now, Sebastian.-Flesh and
blood,
You brother mine, that entertain’d ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who with Sebastian

rom eaves of reeds; your charm so strongly works (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong.)

them,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit?
4ri, Mine would, sir, were I human.
Pro. And mine shall.
Hastthou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Qftheir afflictions? and shall not myself,
Qmeoftheir kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier mov’d than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to
quick,
Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,

The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
ota frown further. Go, release them, Ariell
Yoharms I'll break; their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art! — Their understanding
Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, -
That yet looks on me, or would know me: - Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cello (Exit4riel.
I will dis-case me, and myself present, , .
As I was sometime Milan;– quickly, spirit"
Thou shaltere long be free. -
Amel re-enters, singing, and helps to attore
Prosveno.
Ari. where the bee sucks, there suck Is
In a cowslip's bell I lie:
There I coach, when owls do cry.
on the bat's back I do fly,
After summer, merrily. ...,.
Merrily, merrity, sh all I live now h
Under the blossom that hangson the bough-

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Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unlesss Ibereliev’d by prayer;

Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
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Duke of Milan, father to Silvia.
VALENTINe,
Proteus } gentlemen of Verona.
Antonio, father to Proteus.
Thunto, a foolish rival to Palentine.
Eco-Awoul, agent for Silvia, in her escape.
Speed, a clownish servant to Palentine.
LAuxce, servant to Proteus.

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SCENEI. An open place in Perona.
EnterVALENTINE and Phoreus.
P'al. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus!
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits:
Wer’tnot, affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour’d love,
Iratherwould entreat thy company,
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapel.css idleness.
But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrivetherein,
Even as I would, when [to sove begin.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu:
Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, scest
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel!
Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
When thon dost meet good hap; and in thy danger,
If ever danger do environ thee,
Commendthy grievance to my holy prayers!
For I will be thy bead's—man, Valentine !
Pal. And on a love-book pray formy success!
Pro. Upon some book, I'll love, I'll pray for thce.
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.
Wal. "Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
And yet you never swom the Hellespont,
Pro. Over the boots? may, give me not thc boots :
P'al. No, I'll 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 mights :
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
i. a folly bought with wit,
or else a witby folly vanquished.
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Pal. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove.
Pro.”Tis love you cavilat; I am not Love.
Pal. 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.
J'al. 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 counscl thee,
That art avotary to fond desire?
once more adieu ! my father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see meshipp'd-
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
J'al. 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 fricud;
And I likewise will visit thee with mine. ...
Pro. All happiness bechauce to thee in Milan'
Pal. As much to you at home! and so, farewell! .
[Exit Palentine.
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love;
IJe 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, setthe world at nought
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
Enter SPEEp. 2
Speed. Sir Proteus, saye you! Saw you, my master
Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. .
Speed. Twenty to one them, 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. - t
speed. You conclude that my master is a shepher:
then, and I a sheep?
Pro. I do. - I
Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether
wake or sleep. - t
Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well asheep'
Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
Pro. True; and thy mastera shepherd.
Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.

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