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 'em ?

280 How camest 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 tly-blowing. Seb. Why, low now, Stephano ! Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pros. You'll be king o' the isle, sirrah? Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er 1 look'd on.

[Pointing to Caliban.
Pros. He is as disproportion'd in his manners 290
As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell :
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trimi it handsomely:

Cal. Ay, that I will ; and I'll be wise hereafter
And seek for grace. What a thrice-doublo ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
And worship this dull fool !
Pros.

Go to ; away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
Seb Or stole it, rather [Ereunt Cal. Ste , and Trin.

Pros. Sir, I invite your highness and your train 300 To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest For this one night; whic!, part of it, I'll waste With such discourse as, I not doult, 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 morn I'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples, Where I have hope to see the muptial Of these our dear-beloved solemnized ; And thence retire me to my Milan, where

310 Every third thought shall be my grave. Alon.

I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely,
Pros.

I'll deliver all ;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
And sail so expeditious that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off. [Aside to tri.] My Ariel, chick,
That is thy charge: then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well! Please you draw near.

[Exeunt

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint : now,

'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me 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 relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you froin crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

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SHAE. 1.--3

THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. SPEED, a clownish servant to ValVALENTINE,

entine. PIOTEUS, the two Gentlemen.

LAUNCE, the like to Proteus. ANTONIO, Father to Proteus. PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio. THURI, a foolish rivalto Valentine. EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvía in her JULIA, beloved of Proteus. escape.

SILVIA, beloved of Valentine. Host, where Julia lodges.

LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia. OUTLAWS, with Valentine.

Servants, Musicians.

SCENE- Verona ; Milan; the frontiers of Mantua.

ACT I.

SCENE 1. Verona. An open place.

Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus :
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy lionour'd love,
I rather wouli entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
But since tlou lovest, 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 beadsman, Valentine.

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success?
Pro. Upon SOI book I love I'll pray for thee.

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Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love : 20 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 ; for you are over boots in love,
And yet you never swum 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, when scorn is bought with groans ;
Coy looks with heart-sore sighs ; one fading moment's mirth
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.
l'al. So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove.
Pro. "Tis lote you cavil at: I am not Love.

Val. Lore is your master, for he masters you : And he that is so yoked by a fool,

40 Metlinks, 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.

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But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee
That art a votary to fond desire ?
Once niore 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 ! 60 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 metamorphosed me,

THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. SPEED, a clownish servant to ValVALENTINE,

entine. PIOTEUS, the two Gentlemen.

LAUNCE, the like to Proteus. ANTONIO, Father to Proteus. PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio. TUURD, a foolish rival to Valentine. EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia in her JULIA, beloved of Proteus. escape. .

SILVIA, beloved of Valentine. Host, where Julia lodges.

LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia. OUTLAWS, with Valentine.

Servants, Musicians.

SCENE- Verona ; Milan; the frontiers of Jantua.

ACT I.

SCENE 1. Verona. An open place.

Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus :
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy lionour'd love,
I rather wouli entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out the youth with shapeless idleness.
But since thou lovest, 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 thon haply seest
Some rare pote-worthy object in thy travel :
Wish me partaker in thy happiness
When thoi 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 beadsman, Valentine.

Vill. And on a love-book pray for my success ?
Pro. Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee.

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