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For you,

I here could pluck his highness' frowa upon you,

How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, And justify you traitors ; at this time

That has such people in 't! I'll tell no tales.

Pro. 'Tis new to thee.

[play? Seb. The devil speaks in him.

[ Asiae. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at Pro.

No:

Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: most wicked sir, whom to call brother Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive And brought us thus together? Thy r2rkest fault; all of them ; and require

Fer.

Sir, she's nortal ; My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, But, by immortal providence, she's mine; Thou must restore.

I chose her, when I could not ask my father Alon.

If thou beest Prospero, For his advice ; nor thought I had one : she Give us particulars of thy preservation :

Is daughter to this fainous Duke of Milan,
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since of whom so often I have heard renown,
Were wreck'd upon this shore ; where I have lost, But never saw before ; of whom I have
How sharp the point of this remembrance is ! Received a second life, and second father
My dear son Ferdinand.

This lady makes him to me.
Pro.
I am woe for't, sir.
Alon.

I am hers :
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience But (), how oddly will it sound, that I
Says it is past her cure.

Must ask my child forgiveness !
Pro.
I rather think,
Pro.

There, sir, stop :
You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace Let us not burden our remembrances
For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,

With a heaviness that's gone. And rest myself content.

Gon

I have inly wept, Alon.

You the like loss? Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, Pro. As great to me, as late ; and, supportable And on this couple drop a blessed crown ; To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Than you may call to comfort you ; for I

Which brought us hither! Have lost my daughter.

Alon,

I say, Amen, Gonzalo Alin. Adaughter ?

Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Beyond a common joy; and set it down Myself were mudded in that oozy bed [ter? With gold on lasting pillars : In one voyage Where my son lies. When did you lose your daugh- Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;

Pro. In this le : tenpest. I perceive, these lords And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, At this encounter do so much admire,

Where he himself was lost ; Prospero his dukedom, That they devour their reason ; and scarce think In a poor isle ; and all of us, ourselves, Their eyes do offices of truth, their words

When no man was his own. Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have Alon. Give me your hands : [To Fer. and Mir Been justled from your senses, know for certain, Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That I am Prospero, and that very duke

That doth not wish you joy! Which was thrust forth of Milan ; who most strangely Gon.

Be't so! Amen! C'pon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed, Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain To be the lord on't. No more yet of this ;

amazedly following. For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,

O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! Not a relation for a breakfast, nor

I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir ; This fellow could not drown : Now, blasphemy, This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore, And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? My dukedom since you have given me again,

Bouts. The best news is, that we have sately found I will requite you with as good a thing ;

Our king, and company ; the next our ship.-At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split. As much as me my dukedom.

Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when

We first put out to sea. The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers Ferdi

Ari.

Sir, all this service

? VAND and Miranda playing at chess. Have I done since I went.

Aside. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false,

Pro.

My tricksy spirit! Fer.

No, my dearest love, Alon. These are not naturalevents; they strengthen, I would not for the world.

(wrangle, From strange to stranger:-Say, how came you hither? Vira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should

Boats If I did think, sir, I were well awake, And I would call it fair play.

I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, Alon

And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches, A vision of the island, one dear son

Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Shall I twice lose.

Of roaring, shriekiny, bowling, gingling chains, Seb.

A most high miracle! And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
Fer. Though the seas threaten they are merciful : We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty :
I have cursid them without cause.

Where we, in all her trim, freshly behield

[Ferd, kneels to Alon. Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Alon,

Now all the blessings Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Of a glad father compass thee about !

Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
Arise, and say how thou cam’st here.

And were brought moping hither.
Mira.
O! wonder! Ari, Was't well done?

(free. ?

Aside. How many goodly creatures are there here'

Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be

If this prove

Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod : 1 Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe : Where shoul And there is in this business more than nature Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?— they Was ever conduct of : some oracle

How cam'st thou in this pickle? Must rectify our knowledge.

Trin. I have been in such a pickle since I saw you Pro.

Sir, my liege, Jast, that, I fear ine, will never out of my bones: I Do not infest your mind with beating on

shall not fear fly blowing. The strangeness of this business : at pick'd leisure, Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ? (cramp. Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a (Which to you shall seem probable), of every Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, Ste. I should have been a sore one then. And think of each thing well.—Come hither, spirit ; Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on.

[ Aside.

[Pointing to Caliban. Set Caliban and his companions free: [cious sir ? Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Untie the spell. (Exit ARIEL.) How fares my gra- As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell; There are yet missing of your company

Take with you your companions; as you look Some few odd lads that you remeinber not.

To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will ; and I'll be wise hereafter, Re-enter Ariel, driving in CalibAN, STEPHANO, and And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass TRINCULO, in their stolen Apparel.

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no And worship this dull fool ? inan take care for himself; for all is but fortune :- Pro. Go to; away!

[found it. Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my Seb. Or stoleit, rather. (Exeunt Cal. Ste,and TRIN head, here's a goodly sight.

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed ! To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest How fine my master is ! I am afraid

For this one night ; which (part of it) I'll waste He will chastise me.

With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it Seb. Ha, ha ;

Go quick away: the story of my life, What things are these, my lord Antonio !

And the particular accidents, gone by, Will money buy them?

Since I came to this isle: And in the morn, Ant. Very like ; one of them

I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd ;
Then say, if they be true :--This inis-shapen knave,- And thence retire me to my Milan, where
His mother was a witch ; and one so strong Every third thought shall be my grave
That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, Alon.
And deal in her command, without her power : To hear the story of your life, which must
These three have robb'd me: and this demi-devil Take the ear strangely.
(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them Pro.

I'll deliver all;
To take my life: two of these fellows you

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Acknowledge mine.

Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel ;-chick,Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death. That is thy charge ; then to the elements Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler ? Be free, and fare thou well!-[aside.] Please you Seb. He is drunk now : where had he the wine?

draw near.

[Ereunt. EPILOGUE.—Spoken by PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown,

Gentle breath of yours my sails And what strength I have's mine own;

Must fill, or else my project fails, Which is most faint: now 'tis true,

Which was to please : Now I want I must be here confin'd by you,

Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; Or sent to Naples : Let me not,

And my ending is despair, Since I have my dukedom got,

Unless I be reliev'd by prayer , And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell

Which pierces so, that it assaults In this bare island, by your spell ;

Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
But release me from my bands,

As
you

from crimes would pardon'd be With the help of your good hands.

Let your indulgence set me free. le is observed of The Tempest, that its plan is regular; this / himself with the critic's fetters.- Alonso says, the anthor of The Revisal thinks, what I think too, an acciden

“If thou beest Prospero, tal effect of the story, not intended or regarded by our author. Give us particulars of thy preservation: But, whatever might be Shakspeare's intention in forming or How thou hast met us here, who three hours since adopting the plot, he has made it instrumental to the production Were wreck'd upon this shore."of many characters, diversified with boundless invention, and The boatswain marks the progress of the day again ; preserved with profound skill in nature, extensive knowledge of

" Which but three glasses since,''-&c. opinions, and accurate observation of life. In a single drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and sailors, all speaking At the beginning of the fifth act the duration of the time in their real characters. There is the agency of airy' spirits, ployed on the stage is particularly ascertained ;

Pro. How's ihe day! and of an earthly goblin. The operations of magic, the tumulis of a storm, the adventures of a desert island, the native effusion

Ari, On the sixth hour." of untaught affection, the punishment of guilt, and the final hap. And phey again refer to a passage in the first act :

and

“ Pro. Ilhat is the time of the day? interested.-JOHNSON.

Ari. Past the mid season, at least two glasses." --STERVEN The unity of ume is strictly observed in this play. The fable. It may be farther added to the above observation of Steevens, scarcely takes up a greater number of hours than are employed that the unities of action and of place are as exactly observed in the representation : and from the very particular care which as the unity of time. “In this play," says Dr. Warton, ddres our author takes to po.nt out this circumstance in so many pas. turer, Number 97, the action is one, great, and entire the r. sapes, it should seem that it was not accidental, but designed to storation of l'rospero to his dukedom; this business is trans show the cavillers of the time, that he 100 could write a play acted in the compass of a small island, and in or near the case within all the strictest laws of regularity, when he chose to load of Pros

I long

THERE was no edition of this play, till that of the year 1623; son thinks differently, and says, " When I read this play 1 but it must have been written much earlier, as it is asentioned cannot but think that I find, both in the serious and ludicrous by Meres, in his Wit's Treasury, which was published in 1598. scenes, the language and sentiments of Shakspeare. It is not, -Mr. Malone considers this play as Shakspeare's first pro. indeed, one of his most powerful effusions; it has reither many duction. The internal evidence is against such a supposition. diversities of character, nor striking delineations of like; but it It has neither the beauties or the faults-the exuberance or abounds in y mua beyond most of his plays, and few have the inequalities-that generally distinguish the inexperienced more lines or passages, which, singly considered, are emi. efforts of a rich and original genius.-The general tone of the nently beautiful. I am yet inclined to believe that it was not comedy, though occasionally relieved by passages of much very successful, and suspect that it has escaped corruption, grace and sweetness, is that of smooth, elegant, dull medio. only because, being seldom played, it was less exposed to the crity. It is rejected as entirely spurious by llanmer and hazards of transcription Uprou: and though the quibbles of Speed, the folly of Launce, The story of Proteus and Julia, has been resembled to a story in and some delightful lines scattered here and there in the seri. the Diana of George of Montemayor, which, according to Mrs. ous scenes of the play, are so perfectly in the manner of Shak. Lenox, was translated in shakspeare's time.-The incident of speare, as to convince the reader that it had undergone his Valentine's joining the robbers is also supposed to be taken from revision and improvement, I cannot help believing it impossible the Arcadia of Sir Philip sidney, book i. chap. 6 where Py. that our great Dramatist could have been the author of a

rocles consents to head the Helots.-Both these adventures work, in which the characters are so entirely devoid of indivi. are common in tale and history, and, if not already prepared duality, the dialogue so elaborately heavy, so smoothly tame, to the author's hand, might have been invented without any and so little varied with the changes of situation. Dr. John

great stretch of imagination

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Val. 'Tis true ; for you are over boots in love,

And yet you never swam the Hellespont. DUKE OF Milan, father to Silvia.

Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots. VALENTIN, Proteus, Gentlemen of Verona.

Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. ANTONIO, father to Proteus.

Pro.

What ? Tuurio, a foolish rival to Valentine.

Val.

To be EGLAMOUR, agent for Silvia, in her escape.

In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine.

With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, LAUNCE, servant to Proteus.

With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights · PANTHIXO, servant to Antonio.

If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain ; Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.

If lost, why then a grievous labour won ; Out-laws.

However, but a folly bought with wit, Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. Or else a wit by folly vanquished. SILVIA, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine. Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia.

Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove.

Pro. "Tis love you cavil at; I am not love. Servants, Musicians.

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you. SCENE, sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Mı. "And he that is so yoked by a foc", LAN; and on the Frontiers of Mantua.

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.
ACT I.

Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud

Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
SCENE I.-An open place in Verona. Even so by love the young and tender wit

Is turn'd to folly ; blasting in the bud,
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.

Losing his verdure even in the prime,
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus ; And ail the fair effects of future hopes.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits ; But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
Weret not, affection chains thy tender days That art a votary to fond desire ?
To the sweet glances of shy honour'd love,

Once more adieu : my father at the road
I rather would entreat thy company,

Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. To see the wonders of the world abroad,

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Than living dully sluggardiz’d at home,

Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Of thy success in love, and what news else Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Betideth here in absence of thy friend ; Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! And I likewise will visit thee with mine. Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel :

Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell. Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

[Exit VALENTINE. When thou dost meet good hap: and, in thy danger, Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love : If ever danger do environ thee,

He leaves his friends to dignify them more ; Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Val. And on a love book pray for my success. Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Pró. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. War with good counsel, set the world at nought ;

Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with though:. How young Leander cross’d the Hellespont.

Enter SPEED.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love ;
For he was more than over shoes in love.

Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my master? Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. tern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your

Speed. Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already ; letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him.

my master. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck An if the shepherd be awhile away.

Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd Being destined to a drier death on shore :Pro. I do.

(then, and I a sheep? I must yo send some better messenger; Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I fear, iny Julia would not deign my lines, I wake or sleep

Receiving them from such a worthless post. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.

[Exeunt. Speed. This proves me still a sheep Pro. True ; and thy master a shepherd.

SCENE II.-The same. Garden of Jalia s House. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll

Enter Julia and LICETTA. it by another.

prove Speed The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, sheep the shepherd ; but I seek my master, and my Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love ? master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep. Luc. Ay, madam ; so you stumble not unheedfully Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd,

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou That every day with parle encounter me, for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages In thy opinion, which is worthiest love ? follows not thee : therefore, thou art a sheep.

Luc. Please you, repeat their names,

I'll shew my Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. According to my shallow simple skill. [mind

Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter 10 Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour Julia ?

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; Speed. Ay, sır ; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter But, were 1 you, he never should be mine. to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour ! Luc. Well, of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so.

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of Jul. What think'sı thou of the gentle Proteus ? muttons.

Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in us ! Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best Jul. How now! what mean. his passion at his name? stick her.

Luc. Pardon, dear madam, cis a passing shame, Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best That I, unworthy body as I am, pound you.

Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ? jor carrying your letter.

Luc. Then thus, of many good I think him best. Pro 'You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Jul. Your reason ? Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason ; 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your I think him so, because I think him so. Pro. But what said she ? did she uod ? (lover. Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on him?

(SPEED wwds. Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Speed. l.

Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. Pro. Nod, I ; why, that's noddy.

Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Speed. You mistook, sir ; I say, she did nod: and Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.

Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.

Jul. They do not love, that do not shew their love Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their love. together, take it for your pains.

Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Luc.

Peruse this paper, madam. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with Jul. To Julia, -Say, from whom? Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? (you. Luc.

That the contents will shew. Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? [Proteus : nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief : Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! What said she ?

Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the To whisper and conspire against my youth? matter, may be both at once delivered.

Now, trust me. 'tis an office of great worth, Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What said And you an officer fit for the place. she?

There, take the paper, see it be return'd; Speed. Truly, sır, I think you 'll hardly win her. Or else return no more into my sight.

Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate her ?

Jul. Will you be gone ? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from Luc. (aside.] That you may ruminate. (Enii. her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your Jul. And yet, I would, i had o'erlook'd the letter. letter : And being so hard to me that brought your It were a shame to call her back again, mind, I fear, she 'll prove as hard to you in telling And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's What tool is she, that knows I am a maid, as hard as steel.

And would not force the letter to my view ? Pro. What, said she nothing?

Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains. Which they would have the profferer construe, .4 To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have tes- Fie, fie! how wayward is the foolish love.

That, like a testy babe will scratch the nurse, And throw it thence into the raging sea !
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!

Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,-
How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,

Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
When willingly I would have had her here! To the sweet Julia ; that I'll tear away ;
How angrily I taught my brow to frown,

And yet I will not, sith so prettily
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! He couples it to his complaining names ;
My penance is, to call Lucetta back,

Thus will I fold them one upon another ;
And ask remission for my folly past :-

Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Vhat ho! Lucetta ?

Re-enter LUCETTA.
Re-enter LUCETTA.

Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays.

Jul. Well, let us go.
Luc.
What would your ladyship?

Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here! Jul. Is it near dinner time?

Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Luc.

I would it were ;

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down That you might kill your stomach on your meat,

Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. And not upon your maid.

Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them. Jul,

What is 'l you took up Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see, So gingerly?

I see things too, although you judge I wink. Luc. Nothing

Jul. Come, come, wilt please you go? (Eseunt. Jui.

Why didst thou stoop then ? Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.

SCENE III.-The same. A room in Antonio's Jul. And is that paper nothing ?

House.
Luc.
Nothing concerning me.

Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.
Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,

Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Unless it have a false interpreter.

Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.

Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Luc. That I migbt sing it, madam, to a tune:

Ant. Why, what of him?
Pan.

He wonder'd, that your lordship Give me a note : your ladyship can set. ul. As little by such toys as may be possible :

Would suffer him to spend his youth at home :

While other men, of slender reputation, Best sing it to the tune of Light o'Love.

Put forth their sons to seek preferment out.
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there ;
Jul, Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then.
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. Some, to the studious universities.

Some, to discover islands far away ;
Jul. And why not you ?
Luc.
I cannot reach so high, He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet:

For any, or for all these exercises,
Jul. Let's see your song ;-How now, minion ?
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: To let him spend his time no more at home,

And did request me, to importune you,
And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.

Which would be great impeachment to his age,
Jul. You do not?
Luc. No, madam ; it is too sharp.

In having known no travel in his youth.

Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Jul. You, minion, are 100 saucy.

Whereon this month I have been hammering. Luc. Nay, now you are too fat,

I have consider'd well his loss of time;
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant :

And how he cannot be a perfect man,
There wanteth but a mean to fill youi song.
Jul. The inean is drown'd with your unruly base.

Not being try'd, and tutor d in the world :
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus

Experience is by industry achiev'd. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Then, tell me, whither were 1 best to send him ?

And perfected by the swift course of time :
Here is a coil with protestation !--[Tears the letter.

Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
Go, get you gone ; and let the papers lie :
You would be fingering them, to anger me.

How his companion, youthful Valentine,

Attends the emperor in his royal court. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best

Ant. I know it well.

[thither : pleas'd

[uside,

Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him To be so anger'd with another letter. (Erit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same ! Ilear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen ,

There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, O hateful hands, to tear such loving words !

And be in eye of every exercise, Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey,

Worthy his youth and nohleness of birth. And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings !

Ant I like thy counsel ; well hast thou advis'd : I'll kiss each several paper for amends.

And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, And, here is writ-kind Julia ; - unkind Julia !

The execution of it shall make known; As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

Even with the speediest execution I tbrow thy name against the bruising stones,

I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.

Pan. Io morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, Look, here is writ-love wounded Proteus :-

With other gentlemen of good esteem,
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be th'roughly heald; And to commend their service to his will.

Are journeying to salute the emperor,
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.

Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: But twice, or thice, was Prote'is written down :

And, in good time,-now will we break with him.
Be calm, good wind, blow jut a word away,
Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Enter PROTEUS.
Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life!
Coin a ragged, fearful, hanging rock

Here is her hand, the agent of her heart ;

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