Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Should become kings of Naples? O! rejoice
Beyond a common joy, and set it down

With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage

Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;

And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,

Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom,
In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,

When no man was his own.

That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Sir, all this service [Aside.

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Our king, and company: the next, our ship,
Which but three glasses since we gave out split,
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.
Ari.
Have I done since I went.
Pro.
My tricksy spirit! [Aside.
Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen
From strange to stranger.-Say, how came you hither?
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
And (how we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,
Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
Ari.
Was 't well done?
Pro. Bravely, my diligence! Thou shalt Aside.

[Aside.

Set Caliban and his companions free;
Untie the spell. [Ex. ARIEL.] How fares my gracious sir?
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and
TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel.

Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself, for all is but fortune.-Coragio! bully-monster, coragio!

Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.

Cal. O Setebos! these be brave spirits, indeed. How fine my master is! I am afraid

Very like one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say, if they be true.-This mis-shapen knave,

Alon. Give me your hands : [To FER. and MIR. His mother was a witch; and one so strong Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,

That doth not wish you joy!

That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command with all2 her power.
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil
(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them
To take my life: two of these fellows you
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death.

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 cam'st 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 fly-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you

found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Ex. CAL., STE., and TRIN.
Pro. 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 doubt, shall make it
Go quick away; the story of my life,
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.

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.

Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on.
[Pointing to CALIBAN.
Pro. 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?
Pro.

Go to; away!

SCENE: sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan, and on the frontiers of Mantua.

ACT I.

1 for: in f. e. 2 One who prays for another: the word is derived from the dropping of a bead in a rosary, at each prayer recited. 3 for in f. e. : 4 Supposed by Knight to refer to the instrument of torture, the boot, by which the sufferer's leg was crushed by wedges driven between it and the boot in which it was placed. Collier says it is a proverbial expression, signifying "don't make a laughingstock of me."

Pro. What! said she nothing?

Pro. But now he parted hence to embark for Milan. | Give her no token but stones, for she 's as hard as steel." Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd already, And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away.

Speed. You conclude, that my master is a shepherd, then, and I a sheep?

Pro. I do.

Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether
I wake or sleep.

Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.
Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
Pro. True, and thy master a shepherd.

Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another.
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the
sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my
master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep.

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.

Speed. Such another proof will make me cry "baa." Pro. But, dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to Julia?

Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton1; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.

Speed. If the ground be overcharg'd, you were best

stick her.

Pro. Nay, in that you are a stray, 't were best pound

you.

Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.

Pro. You mistake: I mean the pound, the pinfold.
Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over,
'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.
Pro. But what said she? did she nod?
Speed. I.

ask

2

[SPEED nods.

Pro. Nod, I? why that's noddy.2
Speed. You mistook, sir: I say she did nod, and you
me, if she did nod? and I say I.

Pro. And that set together, is noddy.

Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.

Pro. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.
Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you.
Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?
Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having
nothing but the word noddy for my pains.

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.
Pro. Come, come; open the matter in brief: what
said she?

Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter, may be both at once deliver'd.

3

Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she? [Giving him money. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? Couldst thou perceive so much from her? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her better1;

Speed. No, not so much as "Take this for thy
pains." To testify your bounty, I thank you, you
have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth
carry your letters yourself. "And so, sir, I'll commend
you to my master.
[Exit.9

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,
Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destin'd to a drier death on shore.-
I must go send some better messenger:

[Exit 10

I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post.
SCENE II.-The Same. Julia's Garden.

Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love?
Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen,
That every day with parle encounter me,
In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my
mind,

According to my shallow simple skill.

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;
But, were I you, he never should be mine.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercutio ?11
Luc. Well, of his wealth; but of himself, so, so.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus?
Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us!
Jul. How now? what means this passion at his name?
Luc. Pardon, dear madam: 't is a passing shame,
That I, unworthy body as I am,

Should censure thus a loving12 gentleman.

I

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?
Luc. Then thus,-of many good I think him best.
Jul. Your reason?

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason:
think him so, because I think him so.

Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.
Jul. Why, he, of all the rest, hath never mov'd me.
Luc. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small.
Luc. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.
Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love.
Luc. O! they love least, that let men know their love.
Jul. I would I knew his mind.
Luc.
Peruse this paper, madam.
Jul. “To Julia." Say, from whom. [Gives a letter.13
Luc.
That the contents will show.
Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee?
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from
Proteus.

He would have given it you, but I, being in the way,
Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault, I pray.
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!
Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?
To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Now, trust me, 't is an office of great worth,
And you an officer fit for the place.
There, take the paper: see it be return'd, [Gives it back.14
Or else return no more into my sight.
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Jul. Will you be gone?

No, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter;
And being so hard to me that brought to hers your mind,
I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling you her mind. I
1 Most commentators make this mean, a dressed-up courtesan. Knight suggests that, (lace being used in its
thing that catches or secures) it means caught sheep. 2 The old name for the knave or fool of a pack of cards.
not in f. e.
7 This speech is printed as prose in f. e.
6 telling your mind: in f. e.
8 A testern is a
10 Exeunt in f. e. 11 Mercatio: in f. e. 12 on lovely: in f. e. 13 14 Not in f. e.

primitive meaning of any 3 4 Not in f. e. 5 to her: 9 Not in f. e. sixpence.

1 This direction is not in f. e. 2 Not in f. e. 3 What we now call in music, a variation. 4 A tenor. 5 An allusion to the game of base, or prison base, in which one runs and challenges his opponent to pursue. 6 The rest of this direction is not in f. e. ?best pleased: in f. e. 8 probe. 9 names in f. e. 10 This proverbial expression is derived from the remembrance or commemoration of the dead by masses, for a stated period, they were hence called month's memories. 11 to: in f. e. 12 13 may say what sights you see : in f. e. grave: in f.e