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Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise here. And the particolar accidents, gone by, after,

Şince I came to this isle: And in the morn, And seek for grace: What a'thrice-double ass I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, Where I have hope to see the nuptial And worship this dall fool?

Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; Pro.

Go to; away! And thence retire me to my Milan, where Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where Every third thought shall be my grave. you found it.

Alon.

I long Seb. Or stole it, rrather.

To hear the story of your life, which must [Exeunt CAL. Srk, and Tain. Take the ear strangely. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your

Pro.

I'll deliver all; train,

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, To my poor cell : where you shall take your And sail so expeditious, that shall catch

Your royal fleet far off. MyAriel ;+chick, For this one night; which (part of it, I'll waste That is thy charge; then to the elements With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make Be free, and fare thon well!-[aside.) Please Go quick away: the story of my life, [it yon, draw near.

(Ereunt.

rest

1:

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Vow 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 fuint : now,'tis true, Thich was fo 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 hunds *.

Let your indulgence set me free.

Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.

Ir is observed of THE TEMPEST, that its plan is regular: this the author of The Revisal thinks, what I think too, an accidental effect of the story, not intended or regarded by our author. But, whatever might be Shakspeare's intention in forming or adopting the plot, he has made it instrumental to the production of many characters, diversified with boundless invention, and preserved with profound skill in nature, extensive knowledge of opinions, and accurate observation of life. 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 ponishment of guilt, and the final happi. ness of the pair for whom our passions and reason are equally interested.

JOHNSON

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

Persons represented. Duke or MILAN, father to Sil

Silviu.

PANTHINO, servant to Antonio. VALENTINE,} Gentlemen of Verona.

Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.

Out-laws. ANTONIO, father to Proteus. Taurio, a foolish rival to Valentine. Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. EGLAMOUR, agent for Silvia in her escape. Silvia, the duke's daughter, beloved by SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine.

Valentine. LAUNCE, servant to Proteus.

LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia.

Servants, Musicians. Scene, sometimes in Verona ; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.

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ACT I.
SCENE L. An open place in Verona. If lost, why then a grievous labour won;

However,
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.

but a folly bought with wit,

Or else a wit by folly vanquished. Val. Cease to persuade, my loying Proteus; Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me. Home-keeping youth have ever honiely wits : fool. Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,

prove. I rather would entreat thy company,

Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. To see the wonders of the world abroad, Val. Love is your master, for he masters Than living dully slaggardiz'd at home, And he that is so yoked by a fool, [you: Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Bat, since thon lov'st, love still, and thrive Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud therein,

The eating canker dwells, so eating love Even as I wonld, when I to love begin. Inhabits in the finest wits of all, Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, Val. And writers say, As the most forward adien!

Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, [bud Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Even so by love the young and tender wit Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel : Is turn'd to folly ; blasting in the bud, Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

Losing his verdure even in the prime, When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy And all the fair effects of future hopes. If ever danger do environ thee, (danger, But wherefore waste f time to counsel thee, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, That art a votary to fond desire ? For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine. Once more adieu: my father at the road

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for Pro, And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. thee.

(love, Vul. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take Val. That's on some shallow story of deep our leave. How young

Leander cross'd the Hellespont. At Milan let me hear from thee by letters, Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; Of thy success in love, and what news else Por he was more than over shoes in love. Betideth here in absence of thy friend';

Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
And

yet you never swam the Hellespont. Pro. All happiness bechance to theein Milan! Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the Val. As much to you at home! and so fareboots ..

well!

[Exit VALENTINE. J'ai. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love:

What?' He leaves his friends, to dignify them more ;' Val.

To be I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. In love, where scorn is bought with groans; Thon, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; coy looks,

(mirth, Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's War with good counsel, set the world at nought; With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with If baply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;

thought.
A humorous púpishinent at barvest-bokie feasts, &c."

Pro.

Enter SPEED.

Pr. Beshrew I me, but you have a quick wit Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my Speed. And yet it cannot overtake you masters

[for Milan. slow purse. Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief

Sp:Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; What said she? And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. Speed. Open your parse, that the money, and Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray,

the

matter, may be both at once delivered. An if the shepherd be awhile away.

Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: Wha Speed. You conclude that my master is a said she? shępherd then, and I a sheep?

Sp. Truly, sir, I think yon'll hardly win her Pro. I do.

Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so mucl Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, from her? whether I wake or sleep.

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at al Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. from her; no, not so much as a ducat for de Speed. This proves me still a sheep. livering your letter: And being so hard to mi Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove al Sp. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. hard to you in telling her mind. Give her ne Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by token but stones; for

she's as hard as steel. another.

Pro. What, said she nothing? Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and Speed. No, not so much as-take this foi not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek mythy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you master, and my master seeks not me: there you have testern'dý me; 'in requital whereot fore, I am no sheep.

henceforth carry your letters yourself; and so Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shep-sir, I'll commend you to niy master. herd, the shepherd for food follows not the Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your shif sheep; thou for wages followest thy master,

from wreck; thy master for wages follows not thee: there- Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, fore, thou art a sheep.

Being destined to a drier death on shore:Sp.Such another proof will make me cry baa. I must go send some better messenger; Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, letter to Julia

Receiving them from such a worthless post. Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your

[Exeunt letter to her, a laced mutton*; and she, a

SCENE II. laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing The same.

Garden of Julia's house. for my labour. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a

Enter Julia and LUCETTA. store of muttons.

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love were best stick her.

Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not un Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere heedfully, best pound you.

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall That every day with parle || encounter me, serve me for carrying your letter.

In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a

Luc. Please you, repeat their names, pinfold.

shew my mind Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over According to my shallow simple skilt. and over,

[your lover. Jul What think'st thou of the fair 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to Eglamour?

[fine Pro. But what said she? did she nod ? Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and

(SPŁev nods. But, were I you, he vever should be mine. Speed. I.

Jul. What think'st thou ofthe rich Mercatio Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy t.

Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, s0,80 Speed. You mistock, sir; I say, she did nod: Jul.What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reign Pro. And that set together, is--noddy.

in us! Speed. Now you have taken the pains to Jul. How now! what means this passion set it together, take it for your pains.

at his name? Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing Luc. Pardon, dear inadam; 'tis a passing the letter.

That I, unworthy body as I am, (shame Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to Shonld censure thus on lovely gentlemen. bear with you.

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Luc. Then thus,- of many good I thin! Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly;

Jul. Your reason?

(him best having nothing but the word, noddy, for my Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason paine.

I think him so, becanse I think him so. . A term for a courtezan,

+ A game at cards.

# Ill betide, Give me å six-pepce.

Pass sentence.

#Talk.

[sing it.

way,

Jul. And wonld'st thou have me cast my Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it conlove on him?

{away. Unless it have a false interpreter, (cerns, Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast Jul. Some love of your's bath writ to you Jul. Why he of all the rest bath never mov'd in rhyme. me.

[loves ye. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune : Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best Give me a note: your ladyship cap set. Jul. His little speaking shews his love but Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible : small.

(of all. Best sing it to the tune of Light o love. Lue. Fire, that is closest kept burns most Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Jul. They do not love, that do not shew Jul. Heavy? belike, ithath some burden then. their love.

Luc. Ay, and melodious were it, would you Luc. O, they love least, that let men know Jul. And why not you? Jul. I would, I knew his mind. (their love.

Luc.

I cannot reach so high. Luc.

Peruse this paper, madam. Jul. Let's see your song:- How now,minion? Jul. To Julia ,-Şay, from whom?

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing Luc. That the contents will shew.

it out: Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?

And yes, methinks, I do not like this tune. Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Jul. You do not? from Proteus:

Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. He would have given it you, but I being in the Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

I pray.

Luc. Nay, now you are too fiat, Did in your pame receive it; pardon the fault, And mar the concord with too harsh a descanti: Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!* There warteth but a means to fill your song, Dare yon presnme to harbour wanton lines? Jul. The mean is drown'd with your opruly To wbisper and conspire against my youth?

base. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, Luc. Indeed, I bid the bàsell for Proteus. And you an officer fit for the place.

Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble There, take the paper, see it be return'd; Here is a coil with protestation! - (me. Or else return no more into my sight.

[Tears the letter. Lur. To plead for love deserves more fee Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: Jul. Will you be gone? (than hate. You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc.

That you may ruminate. (Exit. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would Jul. And yet, I would I bad o'erlook'd the be best pleas'd letter.

To be so anger'd with another letter. [Erit. It were a shame to call her back again, Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.

same! Whai fool is she, that knows I am a maid, O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! And would not force the letter to my view? Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey, Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings ! Which they would have the profferer construe, I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Pie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, [Ay! And here is writ-kind Julia -onkind Julia ! That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, As in revenge of thy ingratitude, And presently, all hombled, kiss the rod ! I throw thy name against the bruising stones, How chorlishly I chid Lucetta hence, Tranıpling contemptuously on thy disdain. When willingly I would have had her here! Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus:How angrily 1 tanght my brow to frown, Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, When in ward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly My penance is, to call Lúcetta back,

heal'd; And ask remission for my folly past :

And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. What bo! Lucetta!

But twice or thrice, was Proteus written down?

Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, Re-enter LUCETTA.

Till I bave found each letter in the letter, Luc.

What would your ladyship? Except mine own name; that some whirlwind Jul. Is it near dinner-time?

Unto a ragged, fearfnl, banging rock, (bear Luc.

I would it were ; And throw it thence into the raging sea ! That you might kill your stomacht on your Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,-And not upon your maid.

(meat, Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,

What is't you took up to the sweet. Julia ;-that I'll tear away ; So gingerly?

And yet I will not, sith ** so prettily
Luc.
Nothing.

He couples it to bis complaining nanies :
Why did'st thou stoop then? Tous will I fold them one upon another;
Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall, Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Jul. And is that paper nothing?

Re-enter LUCETTA. luc.

Nothing concerning me. Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your fa. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns,

ther stays.
• A matchmaker.
+ Passion or obstinacy."

A term in music.
The tenor in music.

.. Since.
# A challenge.

* Bustle, siir

D

Jul.

Jul. Well, let us go.

| Are journeying to salute the emperor, Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell. And to commend their service to bis will. tales here?

[up. Ant. Good company; with thein sball Pro Jul. If you respect them, best to take them

teus go :

[him Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them And, in good time,-now will we break with down:

Enter PROTEUS. Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.

Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life! Jal. I see, you have a month's mind to them. Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn you sce ;

0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, I see things too, although you judge I wink.

To seal our happiness with their consents! Jul. Come, come, will't please you go?

[Exeunt.

O heavenly Julia!

Ant. How now? what letter are you reading SCENE III.

there?

(or tw The same. A Room in Antonio's House. Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word Enter ANTONIO and PANTHIXO.

Of commendation sent from Valentine,

Delivered by a friend that came from him. Ant. Tell ine, Panthino, what sad * talk was

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see wha that

news.

(write Wherewith my brother held you in the

Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that h cloister? Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, yourson. And daily graced by the emperor;

How happily he lives, how well belov’d, Ant. Why, what of him?

Wishing me with bim, partner of his fortune. Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home;

Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish

Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will While other men, of slender reputation t, Put forth their sons to seek preferent out:

And not depending on his friendly wish.

Ant. My will is something sorted with his Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;

wish: Some, to discover islands far away;

Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; Some, to the studious universities.

For what I will, I will, and there an end. For any, or for all these exercises,

I amresolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet ; With Valentinus in the emperor's court; And did request me, to importune you,

What maintenance he from his friends receives To let him spend his time no more at home, Like exhibition I thou shalt have from me. Which would be great impeachments to his age, Tomorrow be in readiness to go: In having known no travel in his youth.

Excuse it not, for I am pereinptory. Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided to that

Please you, deliberate a day or two. Whereon this month I have been hammering.

Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sen I have consider'd well his loss of time;

after thee: And how he cannot be a perfect man, No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.Not being try'd and tntor'd in the world :

Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd Experience is by industry achiev'd,

To hasten on his expedition, And perfected by the swift course of time:

[Exeunt ANT. and PAN Then, telline, whither were I best to send binn!

Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for feat Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant

of burning; How his companion, youthful Valentine,

Aud dreich'd me in the sea, where I am Attends the emperor ju his royal court.

dıown'd: Ant. I know it well. Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship Lest he should take exceptions to my love;

I feard to shew my father Julia's letter, sent him thither :

And with the vantage of mine own excuse There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hath he excepted most against my love. Hear sweet discourse,converse with nobleinen; O, how this spring of love resembleta And be in eye of every exercise,

The uncertain glory of an April day; Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thyconnsel; well hast thón advis'a: Which now shews all the beauty of the sun,

And by and by a clond takes all away! And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like

Re-enter PANTHINO.
The execuion of it shall make known; [it,
Even with the speediest execntion

Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you I will despatch him to the emperor's court, He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go. Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Pro.Why,this it is! my heart accords theret Alphonso,

And yet a thousand times it answers, no. With other gentlemen of good esteem, i

( Ereur . Serious.

+ Little consequence

31 3 14 "I" Reproach.i"? - $ Break the matter to him.

#Wonder.

Allowance.

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