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Alun. And Tuinculo is reeling ripe: Where Seb. Or stole it, rather. should they
(Ercunt Cal. Sre. and Trin, Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, How cam'st thou in this pickle?
To my poor cell : where you shall take your rest Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it bones : I shall not fear fly-blowing.
Go quick away: the story of my life, Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?
And the particular accidents, gone by, Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a Since I came to this isle: And in the morn, cramp:
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah ?
Where I have hope to see the nuptial Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd And thence retire me to my Milan, where
[Pointing to CalibAN Every third thought shall be my grave. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Alon.
I long As in his shape : - Go, sirralı, to my cell ;
To hear the story of your life, which must
l'll deliver all;
Your royal fleet far off. - My Ariel ; - chick, And worship this dull fool ?
That is thy charge; then to the elements Pro.
Go to; away! Be free, and fare thou well! - [aside.) Please you, Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where
you found it.
EPILOGUE. - Spoken by PROSPERO.
NOW my charms are all o'erthrown,
Gentle breath of yours my saits
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
DUxz or Milan, father to Silvia.
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. VALENTINE,
} Gentlemen of Verona. ANTONIO, father to Proteus,
Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. Tucrio, a foolish rival to Valentine.
Silvia, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine. EGLAMOUR, agent for Silvia, in her escape.
LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia.
SCENE, - Sometimes in VERONA ; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.
SCENE I. -An open place in Verona.
With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth,
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : Enter VALENTINe anl Proteus.
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus ; If lost, why then a grievous labour won ; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits ; However, but a folly bought with wit, Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days
Or else a wit by folly vanquished. To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. I rather would entreat thy company,
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll To see the wonders of the world abroad,
prove. Than living dully sluggardiz’d at home,
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at ; I am not love. Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, And he that is so yoked by a fool, Even as I would, when I to love begin.
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu ! Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest The eating canker dwells, so eating love Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel :
Inhabits in the finest wits of all. Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, That art a votary to fond desire ?
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love ; Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. And yet you never swam the Hellespont.
At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Of thy success in love, and what news else Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.
Betideth here in absence of thy friend; Pro.
What ? And I likewise will visit thee with mine. Val.
To be Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell. looks,
[Erit VALENTINE Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love :
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief : He leaves his friends to dignify them more ;
What said she ? I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me;
matter, may be both at once delivered. Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What said
Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from
letter : And being so hard to me that brought your Speed. Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already ; mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him.
her mind. Give her no token but stones ; for she's Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, as hard as steel. An if the shepherd be awhile away.
Pro. What, said she nothing ? Speed. You conclude that my master is a shep- Speed. No, not so much as — take this for thy herd then, and I a sheep?
pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you Pro. I do.
liave testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll comI wake or sleep.
mend you to my master Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
wreck; Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd.
Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Being destined to a drier death on shore. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. I must go send some better messenger ;
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my Receiving them from such a worthless post. master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep.
Enter Julia and LUCETTA.
Pro. But dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter to Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love ?
Luc. Ay, madam ; so you stumble not unheedfully. Speed. Ay, sir ; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, That every day with parle encounter me, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour ! In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?
Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew of muttons.
Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were According to my shallow simple skill. best stick her.
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour ? Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; pound you.
But, were I you, he never should be mine. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? for carrying your letter.
Luc. Well, of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so. Pro. You mistake ; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! over,
Jul. How now! what means this passion at liis "Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your
Luc. Pardon, dear madam ; 'tis a passing shame :
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
Luc. Then thus, -of many good I think hiin Speed. You mistook, sir ; I say, she did nod : and
best. you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.
Jul. Your reason ? Pro. And that set together, is — noddy.
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it I think him so, because I think him so. together, take it for your pains.
Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me.
Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly ; having Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.
Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Luc. O, they love least, that let gien know thir Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.
Jul. I would, I knew his mind.
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. Luc.
Peruse this paper, madam. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, Jul. To Julia, - Say, from whom ?
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant : Luc.
That the contents will shew, There wanteth but a mean to fill your song. Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly bame. Luc. Sir Valentine's page ; and sent, I think, Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. from Proteus :
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Here is a coil with protestation !- [Tears the letter. Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. Go, get you gone ; and let the papers lie :
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly brokeri You would be fingering them, to anger me.
Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be To whisper and conspire against my youth ?
best pleas'd Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, To be so anger'd with another letter. [Erit. And you an officer fit for the place.
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! Or else return no more into my sight.
Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey, Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings ! hate.
I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Jul. Will you be gone?
And, here is writ- kind Julia ; - unkind Julia ! Luc.
That you may ruminate. [Exit. As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, And would not force the letter to my view ? Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal’d; Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down : Fie, fie ! how wayward is this foolish love,
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, Till I have found each letter in the letter, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod !
Except mine own name; that some whirlwind beus How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, -
To the sweet Julia ; that I'll tear away ;
And yet I will not, sith so prettily What ho! Lucetta ?
He couples it to his complaining names;
Thus will I fold them one upon another ;
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will Luc.
What would your ladyship? Jul. Is it near dinner time?
Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc.
I would it were ; Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father That you might kill your stomach on your meat,
stays. And not upon your maid.
Jul. Well, let us go. Jul.
What is't you took up Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales So gingerly?
here? Luc. Nothing.
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Jul.
Why didst thou stoop then ? Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down : Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Jul. And is that paper nothing ?
Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them. Luc.
Nothing concerning me. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you hi. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.
see ; Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, I see things too, although you judge I wink. Un,ess it have a false interpreter.
Jul. Come, come, wilt please you go? (Ereunt. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune : SCENE III. The same.
A room in Antonio's Give me a note : your ladyship can set.
Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Jul. Heavy ? belike, it hath some burden then. Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Ant. Why, what of him? Jul. And why not you ?
He wonder'd, that your lordship Luc.
I cannot reach so high. Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; Jul. Let's see your song;- How now, minion ? While other men, of slender reputation,
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.
Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; Jul. You do not?
Some, to discover islands far away ; Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.
Some, to the studious universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet : And did request me, to importune you,
Of commendation sent from Valentine, To let him spend his time no more at home,
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Which would be great impeachment to his age, Ant. Lend me the letter ; let me see what news, In having known no travel in his youth.
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that How happily he lives, how well-belov’d, Whereon this month I have been hammering. And daily graced by the emperor ; I have consider'd well his loss of time;
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? Not being try'd, and tutor'd in the world :
Pro. As one relying on your lordship’s will, Experience is by industry atchiev'd,
And not depending on his friendly wish. And perfected by the swift course of time:
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish : Then, tell me, whither were I best to send hiin? Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed ;
Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, For what I will, I will, and there an end. How his companion, youthful Valentine,
I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time Attends the emperor in his royal court.
With Valentinus in the emperor's court; Ant. I know it well.
What maintenance he from his friends receives, Pan. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent Like exhibition shalt thou have from me. him thither :
To-morrow be in readiness to go : There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen ; Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ; And be in eye of every exercise,
Please you, deliberate a day or two. Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after Ant. I like thy counsel ; well hast thou advis'd :
thee : And, that thou may’st perceive how well I like it, No more of stay ; to-morrow thou must go. The execution of it shall make known;
Come on, Panthino ; you shall be employ'd Even with the speediest execution
To hasten on his expedition. I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.
[Ereunt Ant. and Pan. Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al- Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of phonso,
burning; With other gentlemen of good esteem,
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd: Are journeying to salute the emperor,
I fear’d to shew my father Julia's letter, And to commend their service to his will.
Lest he should take exceptions to my love ; Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And with the vantage of mine own excuse And, in good time, - now will we break with him. Hath he excepted most against my love.
0, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day ;
And by and by a cloud takes all away !
Re-enter PanthinO. To seal our happiness with their consents!
Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you ; O heavenly Julia!
He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go. Ant. How now? what letter are you reading Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto ; there?
And yet a thousand times it answers, no. (Exeuni.
SCENE I. – Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's
Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia !
Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam
Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male-content ; to relish a love-song, like a Robin-red-breast ; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A. B. C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam ; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing ; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock ; when you walked, to waik like one of the lions ; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner ; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money : and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress,