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l'al. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
I have done penance for contemning love,
That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus?


. And Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me She's fair; and so is Julia, that I love; With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,

That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd; With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; Which, like a waxen image'gainst a fire, For, in revenge of my contempt of love,

Bears no impression of the thing it was. Love hath chac'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold; And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. And that Ilove him not, as I was wont: 0, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;

0! but I love his lady too, too much; And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,

And that's the reason I love him so little. There is no woe to his correction,

How shall I dote on her with more advice, Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!

That thus without advice begin to love her? Now, no discourse, except it be of love;

"Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, And that hath dazzled my reason's light; Upon the very naked name of love.

Put when I look on her perfections, Pro. Enough! I read your fortune in your eye: There is no reason but I shall be blind.

Aly Was this the idol that yon worship so ?

If I can check my erring love, I will; Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint? If not, to compass her l'll use my skill. Erit. Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon,

man bi Val. Call her divine.

SCENE V.-- The same. A street. Pro. I will not flatter her.


Enter SPEED and Launce. Val.0, flatter me! for love delights in praises. Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan! Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth! for I am And I must minister the like to you.

not welcome. I reckon this always—that a man is neVal. Then speak the truth by her! if not divine, ver undone, till he be hanged; nor welcome to a place, Yet let her be it principality, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, wel

sary Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth! Pro. Except my mistress.

Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the ale-house Val. Sweet, except not any;

with you presently; where, for one shot of fivepence, Except thou wilt except against my love.

thou shall have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? how did thy master part with madam Julia ? Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too:

Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they partShe shall be dignified with this high honour,

ed very fairly in jest. To bear my lady's train ; lest the base earth

Speed. But shall she marry

him ? Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,

Laun. No, And, of so great a favour growing proud,

Speed. How then ? Shall he marry her?

Aimi Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower,

Laun. No, neither.
And make rough winter everlastingly.

Speed. What, are they broken?
Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish.

Val. Pardon me, Proteus! all I can, is nothing Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them?
To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing: Laun. Marry, thus; when it stauds well with him, it
She is alone.

stands well with her. Pro. Then let her alone.

Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not. Val. Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own; Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? And I as rich in having such a jewel,

My staff understands mc. As twenty seas, if all their sauds were pearl,

Speed. What thou say’st? The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thec, I'll but lean, Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,

and my staff understands me. Because thon seest me dote upou my love!

Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. My foolish rival, that her father likes,

Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all one. Only for his possessions are so huge,

Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Is gone with her along; and I must after,

Laun. Ask my dog! if he say, ay, it will; if he say, For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say

nothing, Pro. But she loves you?

it will. Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd ;

Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. Nay, more, our marriage hour,

Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me, With all the cunning manner of our flight,

buthy a parable. Determin'd of: how I must climb her window; Speed.Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how The ladder made of cords; and all the means say'st thou, that my master is become a notable Plotted, and 'greed on, for my happiness.

lover? Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,

Laun. I never knew him otherwise. In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel!

Speed. Than how? Pro. Go on before, I shall enquire you forth: Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be. I must unto the road, to disembark

Speed. Why, thou whorson ass, thou mistakest me. Some necessaries that I needs must use;

Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy And then I'll presently attend you. l'al. Will you make hastc?

Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. Pro. I will.

[Exit Val. Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he bar Even as one heat another heat expels,

himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the aleOr as one nail by strength drives out another, house, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a jew, and not So the remembrance of my former love

worth the name of a Christian. Is by a newer object quite forgotten.

Speed. Why? Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,

Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee,

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as to go to the ale with a Christian: Wilt thou go? But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Speed. At thy service.

(Exeunt. Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.

Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns; SCENE VI. — The same. An apartment in the The current, that with gentle murmur glides , palace.

Thou know'st, being stopp’d, impatiently doth rage; Enter PROTEUS.

But, when his fair course is not hindered,
Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; He makes sweet musick with the enamel'd stones,
To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;

Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
And even that power, which gave me first my oath, And so by many winding nooks he strays,
Provokes me to this threefold perjury.

With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: Then let me go, and hinder not my course!
O sweet-suggesting love, if thou hast sinn'd, I'll be as patient, as a gentle stream,
Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. And make a pastime of each weary step,
At first I did adore a twinkling star,

Till the last step have brought me to my love;
But now I worship a celestial sun.

And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil, Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken;

A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
And he wants wit, that wants 'resolved will

Luc. But in what habit will you go along ?
To learn his wit to change the bad for better. Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent
Fye, fye, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, The loose encounters of lascivious men.
Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds,
With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. As may beseem some well-reputed page!
I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;

Luc. Why then, your ladyship must cut your hair.
But there I leave to love, where I should love. Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings,
Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose:

With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : If I keep them, I needs must lose myself;

To be fantastic may become a youth If I lose them, thus find I by their loss,

Of greater time, than I shall show to be. For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.

Luc.What fashion,madamr, shall I make your breechIto myself am dearer, than a friend;

es? For love is still more precious in itself:

Jul. That fits as well, as—"tell me, good my lord, And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! “What compass will you wear your farthivgale?” Shews Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.

Why, even that fashion thou best lik’st, Lucetta. I will forget, that Julia is alive,

Luc. You must needs have them with a codpiece, Rememb’ring, that my love to her is dead;

madam. And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,

Jul. Out, out, Lucetta ! that will be ill-favour'd. Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.

Luc. A round hose, madam, vow's not worth a pin, I cannot now prove constant to myself,

Unless you have a codpiece to stick pins on. Without some treachery used to Valentine:

Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly? To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, Myself in counsel, his competitor :

For undertaking so unstaid a journey? Now presently I'll give her father notice

I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. of their disguising, and pretended flight;

Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go hot! Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;

Jul. Nay, that I will not. For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go! But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, If Proteus like your journey, when you come, By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. No matter who's displeas’d, when you are gone: Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift,

I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! [Exit. Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of


A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
SCENE VII.- Verona, Aroom in Julia's house. And instances as infinite of love,
Enter Julia and LuceTTA.

Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
Jul. Counsel, Lucetta! gentle girl, assist me! Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,

Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect!
Who art the table, wherein all my thoughts

But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth : Are visibly character'd and engrav'd,

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; To lesson me; and tell me some good mean,

His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; How, with my honour, I may nndertake

His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; Ajourney to my loving Proteus.

His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary

Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come

to him! To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly;

Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong,

To bear a hard opinion of his truth;
And when the flight is made to one so dear,

Only deserve my love, by loving him,
Ofsuch divine perfection, as sir Proteus.
Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return.

And presently go with me to my chamber,

To take a note of what I stand in need of,
Jul.0, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's food? To furnish me upon my longing journey!
Pity the dearth, that I have pined in,

All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
By longing for that food so long a time.
Didst thou but know theinly touch of love,

My goods, my lands, my reputation ;
Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow,

Only, in lieu thereof, despatch me hence! As seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Come, answer not, but to it presently! Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire;

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Beseeming such a wife, as your fair daughter:

Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? SCENE I. - Milan, An anti-room in the Duke's

Duke. No, trust me, she is peevish, sullen , fro-

Enter Duke, THURio, and PROTEUS. Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile! Neither regarding, that she is my child,
We have some secrets to confer abont.

Norfearing me, as if I were her father:

[Exit Thurio. And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers, Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her; Pro. My gracious lord, that, which I would dis- And, where I thought, theremnant of mine age cover,

Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, The law of friendship bids me to conceal :

I now am full resolved to take a wife, But, when I call to mind your gracious favours And turn her out to who will take herin: Done to me, undeserving as I am,

Then let her beauty be herwedding-dower;
My duty pricks me on to utter that,

For me and my possessions she esteems not.
Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Val. What would your grace have me to do in this?
Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
This night intends to steal away your daughter; Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
Myself am one made privy to the plot.

And nought esteems my aged eloquence.
I know, you have determin'd to bestow her

Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor,
On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; (For long agone I have forgot to court:
And should she thus be stolen away from you, Besides, the fashion of the time is chang’d;)
It would be much vexation to your age.

How, and which way, I may bestow myself,
Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose

To be regarded in her sun-bright eye. To cross my friend in his intended drift,

Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words !
Than, by concealing it, heap on your head

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.

Duke. But she did scorn a present, that I sent her.
Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care, Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best cor-
Which to reqnite, command me, while I live.

tents her. This love of theirs myself have often seen,

Send her another; never give her o'er ! Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep, For scorn at first makes after-love the more. And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid

If shedo frown, 'tis not in hate of you, Sir Valentine her company, and my court:

But rather to beget more love in you: But, fearing, lest my jealous aim might err,

If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone; And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,

For why, the fools are mad, if left alone. (A rashness, that I ever yet have shum'd,)

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say!
I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find

For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away :
That, which thyself hast now disclos'd to me. Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces!
And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces.
Knowing, that tender youth is soon suggested, That man, that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,

If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
The key whereof myself have ever kept;

Duke. But she, I mean, is promis’d by her friends And thence she cannot be convey'd away.

Unto a youthful gentleman of worth, Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean, And kept severely from resort of men, How he her chamber-window will ascend,

That no man hath access by day to her. And with a corded ladder fetch her down;

Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. For which theyouthful lover now is gone,

Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept And this way comes he with it presently;

safe, Where, ifit please you, you may intercept him. That no man hath recourse to her by night. But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,

Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window? That my discovery be not aimed at !

Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, For love of you, not hate unto my friend,

And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it
Hath made me publisher of this pretence.

Without apparent hazard of his life.
Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords,
That I had any light from thee of this.

To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,
Pro. Adieu, my lord ; sir Valentine is coming. (Exit. Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,

So bold Leander would adventure it. Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?

Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger, Advise me, where I may have such a ladder! That stays to bear my letters to my friends,

Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that! And I am going to deliver then.

Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Duke. Be they of much import?

That longs for everything, that he can come by. Val. The tenor of them doth but signify

Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder.
My health, and happy being at your conrt.

Duke. But, hark thee! I will go to her alone;
Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a while ! How shall I best convey the ladderthither?
I am to break with thee of some affairs,

Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. Under a cloak, that is of my lenght.
"Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought

Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. Val. Ay, my good lord.

Val. I know it well, my lord; and sure, the match Duke. Then let me see thy cloak!
Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman I'll get me one of such another length.
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.

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Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good news,
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me!-

So much of bad already hath possess'd them.
What letter is this same? What's here? — To Silvia?! Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
And here an engine fit for my proceeding!

For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.
I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. Val. Is Silvia dead ?
My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; Pro. No, Valentine..
And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia ! -
0, could their master come and go as lightly,

Hath she forsworn me?
Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. Pro. No, Valentine.
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosomrest them; Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me!
While I, their king, that thither them importune, What is your news?
Do curse the grace, that with such grace hath bless'd Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation, that you are va-

Because myself do want my servants' fortune : Pro. That thou art banished, O, that's the news;
Icurse myself, for they are sent by me,

From hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy friend.
That they should harbour where their lord should be. Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already,
What's here?

And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee:

Doth Silvia know, that I am banished ?
'Tis so, and here's the ladder for the purpose. Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom,
Why, Phaëton, (For thou art Merops’son,)

(Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force,) Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,

A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears :
And with thy daring folly burn the world?

Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd,
Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? With them, upon her knees, her humble self;
Go, base intruder! over-weening slave!

Wringing her hands,whose whiteness so became them,
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates!

As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
And think, my patience, more than thy desert, But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Is privilege for thy departure hence.

Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;
Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee! But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.
But if thou linger in my territories

Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,
Longer, than swiftest expedition

When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
Will give thee time to leave our royal court,

That to close prison he commanded her,
By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love, With many bitter threats of 'biding there.
I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.

Val. No more! unless the next word, that thon
Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse;

But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence! Have some malignant power upon my life.

[Exit Duke. If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,
Val. And why not death, rather than living torment? As ending anthem of my endless dolour!
To die, is to be banish'd from myself;

Pro. Cease to lament for that, thou canst not help,
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,

And study help for that, which thon lament'st!
Is self from self; a deadly banishment!

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?

Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?

Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
Unless it be, to think that she is by,

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that,
And feed upon the shadow of perfection.

And manage it against despairing thoughts !
Except I be by Silvia in the night,

Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence;
There is no musick in the nightingale;

Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,

Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
There is no day for me to look upon.

The time now serves not to expostulate:
She is my essence, and I leave to be,

Come, I'll convey thec through the city gate;
If I be not by her fair influence

And, ere I part with thee, confer at large
Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish’d, kept alive.

Of all, that may concern thy love-affairs.
Ifly not death, to fly his deadly doom :

As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,
Tarry I here, I but attend on death;

Regard thy danger, and along with me!
But, flyshence, Ifly away from life.

Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy,
Enter Proteus and Launce.

Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate. Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out!

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out!-- Come, Valentine !
Laun. So-ho! so-ho!

Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine!
Pro. What seest thou?

(Exeunt Valentine and Proteus. Laun. Him we go to find: there's not a hair on’s head, Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the but 'tis a Valentine.

wit to think, my master is a kind of knave: but that's Pro. Valentine?

all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now, that Val. No. Pro. Who then? his spirit ?

knows me to be in love; yet I am in love; but a team of Val. Neither.

horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who'tis I love, Pro. What then?

and yet'tis a woman : but what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet'tis a milk-maid: yet'tis not a maid,

for she hath had gossips : yet'tis a maid, for she is her Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike? master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath more Pro. Whom would'st thou strike?

qnalities, than a water spaniel, — which is much in a

bare christian. Here is the cat-log (Pulling out a Pro. Villain, forbear! Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you,

paper) of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch

and carry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a Pro. Sirrah, I say,forbear!— Friendyalentine, a word l'horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, is she

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Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; That they devour their reason; and scarce think
But yet thou shalt have freedom; so, so, so. Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art :

Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Being awake, enforce them to this place;

Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely And presently, I pr’ythee.

Upon this shore, where you were wreck’d, was landed, Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

To be the lord on't. No more yet of this ! Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

{Exit Ariel. For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; Out of this fearfulc country!

This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, Pro. Behold, sir king,

And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in ! The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero:

My dukedom since you have given me again,
For more assurance that a living prince

I will requite you with as good a thing;
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
And to thee, and thy company, I bid

As much as me my dukedom.
A hearty welcome.

The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FerdiAlon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no,

nand and Miranda playing at chess. Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

Mira, Sweet lord, you play me false. Aslate I have been, I not know: thy pulse

Fer. No, my dearest love, Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, I would not for the world, The affliction of my mind amends, with which, Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you should I fear, a madness held me: this must crave

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

And I would call it fair play.
Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat,

Alon. If this prove
Thou pardon me my wrongs: - But how should Pro- A vision of the island, one dear son
Be living, and be here?

spero Shall I twice lose. Pro. First, noble friend,

Seb. A most high miracle !
Let me embrace thine age ; whose honour cannot Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful :
Be measur’d or confin'd.

I have curs’d them without cause.
Gon. Whether this be,

(Ferd. kneels to Alon. Or be not, I'll not swear.

Alon. Now all the blessings
Pro. You do yet taste

Of a glad father compass thee about!
Some subtilties o’the isle, that will not let you Arise, and say, how thou cam'st here!
Believe things certain :- Welcome, my friends all! Mira. O wonder!
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

How many goodly creatures are there here!

[ Aside to Seb. and Ant. How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, There could pluck his highness' frown upon you, That has such people in't! And justify you traitors; at this time

Pro. 'Tis new to thee. I'll tell no tales.

Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at Seb. The devil speaks in him.

[ Aside.

play? Pro. No:

Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours :
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive

And brought its thus together?
Thy ranhest fault; all of them ;

and require

Fer. Sir, she's mortal;
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, But, by immortal providence, she's mine;
Thou must restore.

I chose her, when I could not ask my father
Alon. Ifthou beest Prospero,

For his advice; nor thought I had one: she Give us particulars of thy preservation :

Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, How thou hast met us here, who, three hours since, Of whom so often I have heard renown, Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost - But never saw before; of whom I have How sharp the point of this remembrance is!

Receiv'd a second life, and second father My dear son Ferdinand.

This lady makes him to me.
Pro. I am woc for't, sir,

Alon. I am her's :
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience But 0, how oddly will it sound, that I
Says, it is past her cure.

Must ask

my child forgiveness ! Pro. I rather think,

Pro. There, sir, stop;
You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, Let us not burden our remembrances
Forthe like loss, I have her sovereign aid,

With a heaviness that's gone!
And rest myself content.

Gon. I have inly wept, Alon. You the like loss?

Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, Pro. As great to me, as late ; and, portable And on this couple drop a blessed crown! To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker

Forit is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Than you may call to comfort you; for I

Which brought us hither! Have lost my daughter.

Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
Alon. A daughter?

Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that hisissue
O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Beyond a common joy; and set it down
Myself were mudded iu that oozy bed

With gold on lasting pillars : In oue voyage
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;

Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
At this encounter do so much admire,

Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom,

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