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To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
Call Philostrate.
Philost. Here, mighty Theseus.
The. Say, what abridgment" have you for this
evening f
What mask what music? How shall we be-
guile 2
The lazy time, if not with some delight 7
Allulost. There is a brief, t bow many sports

are ripe ; Make choice of which your highness will see first. [Giving a paper.

The. (Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung, Pw an Athenian eunuch to the harp. we'll none of that: that have I told my love, in glory of my kinsman Hercules. The riot of the tipsy Bacchanats, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. That is an old device ; and it was play'd Wuelu i from Thebes came last a conqueror. The thrice three Muses mourning for the death of learning, late deceas'd in beggary. That is some satire, keen, and critical, Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, And his love Thisbe ; very tragical mirth. Merry and tragical ? Tedious and brief ? That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. How shall we find the concord of this discord * Ahilost. A play there is, my lord, soule ten words long ; which is as brief as I have known a play ; But by ten words, my lord, it is too long ; which makes it tedious : for in all the play There is not one word apt, one player fitted. And tragical, my noble lord, it is ; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, Made toine eyes water ; but more merly tears The passion of loud laughter never shed. The. What are they, that do play it? A-hilost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here, which never laboured in their minds till now ; Aud uow have toil'd their unbreath'd I meinistles with this same play, against your nuptial. T. e. And we will hear it. PA 1 lost. No, my noble lord, It is not for you: I have heard it over, And it is nothing, nothing in the world ; t intess you can find sport in their intents, Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, to do you service. T. e. I will hear that play : For never auy thing can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it. e.g., briug them in :-and take your places,

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I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, the efore, and tongue-tied simplicity,
In least, speak inost, to my capacity. '

Enter Philost RATE.

Philost. So please your grace the prologue is addrest. *

The. Let him approach. [ Flourish of Trumpets.

Enter Paolog UK. Prol. If we offend, it is with our good

will, That you should think, we come not to os. fend, But with good will. To show our simple skill,

That is the true beginning of our end. Consider then, we come but in despite, We do not come as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight, We are not here. That you should here

repent you, The actors an eat hand ; and, by their shore, You shall know all, that you are like to

know. The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt, he knows not the stop. A good moral, uny lord: It is not enough to speak, but to speak true. Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like a child on a recorder ; t a sound, but not in gover ninent. The. His speech was like a tangled chain ; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is text 2

Enter PY RAM Us and This bf, WALL, Moonsh INE, and Lion, as in dumb show.

Prol. “Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show ; “But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. “This man is Pyramus, if you would know ; “This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. “This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present “Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder ; “And through wall’s chink, poor souls they are content “To whisper ; at the which let no man won

der. “This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, “Presenteth moonshine: for, if you will know,

“ by moonshine did these lovers think no scorn “To meet at Ninus’ tomb, there, there to woo. “This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, ; “The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, “Did scare away, or rather did affright : “And, as she fied, her mantle she did fall ; , “ which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain : “Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, “And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : “Whereat with blade, with bloody balueful blade, “He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast ; “And, This by tarrying in mulberry shade “His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest “Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, “At large discourse, while here they do remain.” (E. runt Prologue, This be, Lion, and Muox sh i N. E.

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Thr. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do. jiaii. of in this same interlude, it doth befall, “That 1, one snout by name, present a wall : • An och a waii, as I would have you think, “That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, “through which the lowers, Pyramus and Thisby, “Did whisper often very secretly. “This loan, this rough-cast, and this stone doth show, • That I am that same wall; the truth is so : “And this the cranny is, right and sinister, “ through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.” The would you desire lime and hair to speak better 7 Dem. it is the wittiest partition that ever ! heard discourse, my lord. The pyramus draws near the wall: silence 1

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THE TEMPEST.

literARY AND historical Notice.

THE supernatural agency which forms so leading a feature in this fanciful play, is built vaccording to Mr.

Warton) on the peculiar tenets of the Rosicrucian philosophy; the name of Ariel being derived from the Talmudistic mysteries with which the more learned Jews connected that science. It was one of Shakspeare's latest productions, and probably founded on some Italian novel. Warburton considers it “oue of the noblest efforts of his sublime and amazing imagination:” a negative species of praise, since the pleasure which it creates arises from a boundless diversity of invention, from a continued succession of supernatural occurrences, devoid of application and destitute of moral, because the end is ootained by means beyond the ordinary compass of belief. In representation it is greatly dependent on the scenery and mechanism. The language, however, is throughout most forcible, and much of the sentiur at chaste aud maguiñcent. Caliban is an original creation ; whimsical, monstrous, and impressive : but that meu, saved as it were by miracle from death, should immediately plot the destruction of their companions, to obtain dominions which tuere was no probability of their uver re-visiting, is a surgestion at variance with nature, and inconsistent with the spirit of the piece. Johnson says of The Tempest--- “In a single. drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and sailors, all speaking in their real characters. There is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly goblin. The operations of magic, the tumults of a storm, the adventures of a desert island, the native effusion of untaught affection, the punishment of guilt, and

the final happiness of the pair for whom our passions and reason are equally interested.”

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scene—the sea with a ship ; afterwards an uninhabited Island.

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on. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Ioats. None that I more love than myself. yon are a counsellor; if you can comunaud these elements to silence, and work the Peace of the present, we will not band a o 'o. . your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready, in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap, cheerly, good hearts--Out of *:::: I o,. I have great confort from this sellow : methinks, he bath no drownina mark upon, on 3 his couplexion is perfect sallows: Stand fast,

good fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage 1 if he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.

[Ereunt.

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare ; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. (A cry within...] A plague upon this howling they are louder than the weather, or our office.—

Re-enter SEBAsti AN, Antonio, and
Gonzalo.

Yet again? what do you here Shall we give
o'er, and drown f Have you a mind to sink 7
Seh. A pox o'your throat f you bawling, blas-
phemous, uncharitable dog
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang I you whoreson, inso-
lent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be
drowned than thou art.
Gon. I’ll warrant him from drowning ; though
the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and
as leaky as an unstanched "wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ; set her two
courses; off to sea again, lay her off.

Enter MARiners, wet.

Mar. All lost 1 to prayers, to prayers all lost [Ece unt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold r Gon. The king and prince at prayers' let us assist them, For our case is as their's. Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.This wide-chapped rascal ; – "Would, might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides : Gon. He'll be hanged yet ; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused noise within.] Mercy on us. We split, we split Farewell, my wife and children –Fareweli, brother — We split, we split, we split.— Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erie. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Erit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea, for an acre of barren ground ; long heath, brown furze, any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death. [Erit.

SCENE II.-The Island : before the cell of
Prospero.

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Enter Paos Psao and M1R ANDA.

Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. Oh I I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer a brave vessel, Who had no doubt soue noble creatures her Dash'd as to pieces, Oh! the cry did knock Against my very heart Poor souls l they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have out k the sea within the earth, or e'er: it should the good ship so have swallowed, and The freig, ting son's within her. Pro. Be collected;

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No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.
Mira. O woe the day !
Pro. No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee.
(of thee, my, dear one t thee, my daughters)
who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought know.
ing
Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better
Thau Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And the no greater father.
Mira. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. *tis time
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.—ss,
[Lays down his enantle,
Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have
comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which
touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul—
N2, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel,
Which thou heard'st cry, which thos
sink. Sit down ;
For thou must now know further.
Mira. You have often
Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisiuou ;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.-
Pro. The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remem.
ber
A time before we came unto this cell ?
I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wist
not
Out" three years old.
Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or per-
son of
Of any thing the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mira. 'Tis far off:
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That Iny remembrance warrants : Had I net
Four or five women once, that tended the t
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: Bat
how is it,
That this lives in thy mund ! What seest thea
else
In the dark backward and abysm * of time?
If thou **** aught, ere thou can's
ere
How thou cam’st here thou may’st.
Mira. But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since,
years since,
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
A prince of power.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father ?
Pro. Thy mother was, a piece of virtue, and
She said—thou wast my daughter; and th:
father
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess; no worse issned.
Mira. O the heavens 1
What foul play had we, that we came from
thence?
Or blessed was’t we did t
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd
theuce ;
But blessedly holp bither.
Mora. O my heart bleeds
To think o' the teeu i that I have turt"a rea
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which is from my remembrance 1 Please you further.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio,

I pray thee mark me, that a brother should Be so perfidious !—he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov’d, and to him put the manaze of my state ; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke ; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel ; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And wrapt in secret studies. Dost thou attend me ! Asira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom To trash * for over-topping : new created The creatures that were inine ; I say, or chang'd thein, Or else new-form'd them : key Of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleased his ear ; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't.—Thou attend'st not : I pray thee, mark me. Mira. O good Sir, I do. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind with that, which, but by being so retir’d, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak’d an evil nature : and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans t bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, but what Iny power might else exact, like one, who, having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie, -he did believe He was the duke; out of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative ;-Hence his ambition Growing,<-Dost hear ! Mara. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play’d And him he play’d it for, needs he will be Absolute Milan : Me, poor man –my liorary was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He thinks Ine now incapable : confederates (So dry : he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual trihute, do him homage ; 8ttoect his coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedon, yet unbow’d, (alas, poor Milan () To most ignoble stooping. of tra. o the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event ; then toll time, if this might he a hrother. *fora. I should sin To than, but nobly of my grandmother; Good wombs have borne bad sous. Pro. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; which was, that he in lieu o'the premises,

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of homo and I know not how much tri-
ute,
Should presently extirpate one and mine
Qut, of the dukedon ; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of dark-
ness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me and thy crying self.
Mira, Alack, for pity |
!, not rememb'ring how t cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint, *
That wrings mine eyes.
Pro. Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present busi-
ness
Which now's upon us; without the which, this
story
Were most impertinent.
Mira. Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
Pro. Well demanded, wench :
My tale provokes that question.
durst not;
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark ;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they pre-

Dear, they

pared A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg’d, Nor, tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats

Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sign
To the winds, whose pity sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
Mira. Alack what trouble
Was I then to you !
Pro. Oh I a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me ! Thou didst
smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd t the sea with drops full
salt ;
Under my burden groan'd;
ine
An undergoing stomach, t to bear up
Against what should ensue.
Mira. How came we ashore ?
Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Master of this design,) did give us ; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much ; so of his gou-
tleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From Iny own library, with voluules that
I prize above my dukedom.
Mira. 'Would I might
But ever see that man I
Pro. Now I arise :-
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more
profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mira. Heavens thank you for’t And now, I
pray you, Sir,
(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason
For raising this sea-storin
Pro. Know thus far forth. –
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
(Now my dear lady) hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore : and by my prescience
I find iny zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star ; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my to tunes

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