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? How camest thou in this pickle? 280 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 fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano! Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pros. You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah? Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on. 290 [Pointing to Caliban. Pros. He is as disproportion'd in his manners As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell: Take with you your companions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god And worship this dull fool! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb Or stole it, rather [Exeunt Cal. Ste, and Trin. Pros. Sir, I invite your highness and your train To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste With such discourse as, I not doult, shall make it I long To hear the story of your life, which must 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 Ari.] My Ariel, chick, Be free, and fare thou well! Please you draw near. 300 310 [Exeunt EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, 10 Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free. 20 SHAE. I.-- 3 THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. DRAMATIS PERSONE. DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. } the two Gentlemen. ANTONIO. Father to Proteus. escape. HOST, where Julia lodges. SPEED, a clownish servant to Val- LAUNCE, the like to Proteus. JULIA, beloved of Proteus. 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 : Wear out thy 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 thou haply seest Wish me partaker in thy happiness When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine. Val. And on a love-book pray for my success? 10 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. Val. Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Pro. What? 20 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; Or else a wit by folly vanquished. I fear you'll prove. Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me 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. Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud Even so by love the young and tender wit Once more 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 Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan ! 40 50 60 [Exit. THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. DRAMATIS PERSONE. DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. ANTONIO, Father to Proteus. escape. HOST. where Julia lodges. SPEED, a clownish servant to Val- LAUNCE, the like to Proteus. JULIA, beloved of Proteus, 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: Wear out thy 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 Wish me partaker in thy happiness When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success? 10 |