For kissing of their feet ; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unback'd colts they prick' d their
Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses
As they smelt music : so I charm' d their ears
That calf -like, they 'my lowing follow' d through
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and
Which enter' d their frail shins : at last I left
I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O'erstunk their feet.
Pro. This was well done, my bird.
Thy shape invisible retain thou still :
The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither
For stale to catch these thieves.
Ari. I go, I go. Exit.
Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick ; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost ;
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers : I will plague them all,
Even to roaring. Come, hang them on this line.
Re-enter Ariel, loaden iviih glistering apparel,
8fc. Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. En-
ter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo, all wet.
Cal. Pray you tread softly, that the blind mole
Hear a foot fall : we now are near his cell.
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a
harmless fairy, has done little better than played
the Jack with us. Do you hear, monster ? If I
should take a displeasure against you : look you,
Tri. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still,
Be patient, for the prize I '11 bring thee to
Shall hoodwink this mischance : therefore speak
All 's hush'd as midnight yet.
Tri. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,
Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour
in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
Tri. That 's more to me than my wetting : yet
this is your harmless fairy, monster.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er
ears for my labour.
Cal. Prithee, my king, be quiet. See' st thou he re
This is the mouth o' the cell : no noise, and enter ;
Do that good mischief, which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I,- thy Caliban
For aye thy foot-licker.
Ste. Give me thy hand, I do begin to have
Tri. O King Stephano! peer! O worthy
Stephano ! look what a wardrobe here is for thee.
Cal. Let it alone, thou fool, it is but trash.
Tri. Oh, ho, monster! we know what belongs
to a frippery, King Stephano !
Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo ; by this hand,
I '11 have that gown.
Tri. Thy Grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool, what do you
To dote thus on such luggage? Let 's alone
And do the murder first : if he awake,
From toe to crown he '11 fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.
Ste. Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is
not this my jerkin ? Now is the jerkin under the
line : now jerkin you are like to lose your hair
and prove a bald jerkin.
Tri. Do, do ; we steal by line and level, an 't
like your grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that jest ; here 's a gar-
ment for 't : wit shall not go unrewarded while I
am king of this country. Steal by line and
level is an excellent pass of pate ; there 's another
garment for 't.
Tri. Monster, come put some lime upon your
fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on 't: we shall lose our time,
And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villainous low.
Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers : help to bear
this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I '11
turn you out of my kingdom : go to, carry this.
Tri. And this.
Ste. Ay, and this.
A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits,
in shape of dogs and hounds, hunting them
about ; Prospero and Ariel setting them on.
ACT V., Sc. 1.
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey !
Ari. Silver : there it goes, Silver !
Pro. Fury, Fury : there, Tyrant, there : hart,
Cal., Ste. and Tri. are driven out.
Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints
With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews
With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make
Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
Ari. Hark, they roar.
Pro. Let them be hunted soundly : at this hour
Lies at my mercy all mine enemies :
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom : for a little
Follow, and do me service. Exeunt.
Scene I. Before Prosperous Cell.
Enter Prospero, in his magic robes, and Ariel.
Pro. Now does my project gather to a head :
My charms crack not ; my spirits obey, and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How 's the day ?
Ari. On the sixth hour, at which time, my lord,
You said our work should cease.
Pro. I did say so,
When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and's followers ?
Ari. Confined together
In the same fashion, as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them ; all prisoners, sir,
In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell,
They cannot budge till your release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brimful of sorrow and dismay ; but chiefly
Him that you term'd, sir, The- good old lord
His tears run down his beard like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds : your charm so strongly
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ?
Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Pro. And mine shall.
Hast thou (which art but air) a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art ?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to
Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
Do I take part : the rarer action is
In virtue, than in vengeance : they, being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:
My charms I '11 break, their senses I '11 restore,
And they shall be themselves.
Ari. I '11 fetch them, sir. Exit.
Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrumps, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew, by whose aid
(Weak masters though ye be) I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And ' twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt. The strong-based promontory
Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck' d up
The pine and cedar. Graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure : and when I have required
Some heavenly music (which even now I do)
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I '11 break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I '11 drown my book. Solemn music.
Here enters Ariel before : then Alonso, with a
frantic gesture, attended by Gonzalo ; Sebas-
tian and Antonio in like manner, attended
by Adrian and Francisco : they all enter the
circle which Prospero had made, and there
stand charmed; which Prospero observing,
A solemn air and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull : there stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes even sociable to the show of thine
Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the dai-kness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir,
To him thou follow' st ; I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didst thou Alonso use me and my daughter :
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.
Thou art pinch' d for 't now, Sebastian. Flesh
You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
Would here have kill' d your kin g ; I do forgive thee .
Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me : Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell,
I will disease me, and myself present
As I was sometime Milan : quickly, spirit,
Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariel sings and helps to attire him.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I,
In a coivslip's bell, I lie,
There I couch when oids do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
ACT V., Sc. 1.
Pro. Why, that 's my dainty Ariel : I shall miss
But yet thou shalt have freedom : so, so, so.
.To the king's ship, invisible as thou art,
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches ; the master and the boatswain
Being awake, enforce them to this place ;
And presently, I prithee.
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
Or ere your pulse twice beat. Exit.
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder and amaze-
Inhabits here : some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country.
Pro. Behold, sir king,
The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero :
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body,
And to thee and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.
Alo. Whether thou be'st he- or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know : thy pulse
Beats as of flesh and blood ; and since I saw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear a madness held me : this must crave
(An if this be at all) a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should
Be living, and be here ?
Pro. First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
Be measured or confined.
Gon. Whether this be,
Or be not, I '11 not swear.
Pro. You do yet taste
Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all,
Aside to Sebastian and Antonio.
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
I here could pluck his Highness' frown upon you
And justify you traitors : at this time
I will tell no tales.
Seb. The devil speaks in him.
Pro. No :
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest fault ; all of them ; and require
My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.
Alo. If thou be'st Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation,
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wreck' d upon this shore ; where I have lost
(How sharp the point of this remembrance is)
My dear son Ferdinand.
Pro. I am woe for 't, sir.
Alo. Irreparable is the loss, and patience
Says it is past her cure.
Pro. I rather think
You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.
Alo. You the like loss ?
Pro. As great to me, as late, and supportable
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you ; for I
Have lost my daughter.
Alo. A daughter ?
heavens, that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there, that they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Where my son lies. When did you lose your
P7-o. In this last tempest. I perceive these
At this encounter do so much admire
That they devour their reason, and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth : their words
Are natural breath : but howsoe'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain
That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most
Upon this shore (where you were wreck' d) was
To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this,
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir ;
This cell 's my court : here have I few attendants
And subjects none abroad : pray you, look in.
My dukedom since you have given me again,
1 will requite you with as good a thing,
At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
As much as me my dukedom.
Here Prospero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda
playing at chess.
Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer. No, my dear'st love.
I would not for the world.
Mir. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should
And I would call it fair play.
Ato. If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.
Seb. A most high miracle !
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are mer-
I have cursed them without cause. Kneels.
Alo. Now all the blessings
Of a glad father, compass thee about !
Arise, and say how thou earnest here.
Mir. O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here !
How beauteous mankind is ! brave new world
That has such people in 't !
Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
Alo. What is this maid, with whom thou wast
at play ?
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours :
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together ?
Fer. Sir, she is mortal ;
But .by immortal Providence she 's mine :
I chose her when I could not ask my father
For his advice : nor thought I had one. She
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
Of whom, so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before ; of whom I have
Received a second life ; and second father
This lady makes him to me.
Alo. I am hers :
But 0, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness !
ACT V., Sc.
Pro. There, sir, stop;
Let us not burthen our remembrance with
A heaviness that 's gone.
Gon. I have inly wept,
Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown ;
For it is you that have chalk' d forth the way
Which brought us hither.
Alo. I say Amen, Gonzalo.
Gon. "Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his
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.
Alo. To Fer. and Mir. Give me your hands :
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy.
Gon. Be it so, Amen.
Enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain
O, look, sir, look, sir ! here is more of us :
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land
This fellow could not drown. Now blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on
Hast thou no mouth by land ? What is the news ?
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely
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. To Prospero. Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.
Pro. To Ariel. My tricksy spirit !
Alo. These are not natural events, they
From strange to stranger. Say, how came you
hither ? ^
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
I 'Id strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
And how we know not all clapp'd under
Where, but even now, with strange and several
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible.
We were awaked ; 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 be free.
Alo. This is as strange a maze as e'er men
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of : some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business, at pick'd leisure,
Which shall be shortly, single I '11 resolve you
(Which to you shall seem probable) of every
These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful
And think of each thing well. Come hither,
Set Caliban and his companiona free ;
Untie the spell. Exit Ariel. How fares my
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephana
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 !
Tri. If these be true spies whieh I wear in my
head, here 's a goodly sight.
Gal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed :
How fine my master is ! I am afraid
He will chastise me.
Seb. e Ha, ha!
What things are these, my lord Antonio ?
Will money buy 'em ?
Ant. Very like ; one of them
Is a plain fish, and no doubt marketable.
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my
Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,
His mother was a witch, and one so strong
That could control the moon, make flows and
And deal in her command, without 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
Cal. I shall be pinch' d to death.
Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler ?
Seb. He is drunk now : where had he wine ?
Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe : where should
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em ?
How earnest thou in this pickle ?
Tri. 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
Pro. You 'Id be king o' the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one, then.
Alo. This is a strange 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 '11 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 !
Alo. Hence, and bestow your luggage where
you found it.
Seb. Or stole it, rather.
Exeunt Cal., Ste. and Tri.
ACT V., Sc. 1.
iy poor cell, where you shall take your rest
bhis one night, which, part of it, I '11 waste
Pro. Sir, I invite your highness and your
For this one nig
With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away ; the story of my life
And the particular accidents gone by
Since I came to this isle : and in the morn
I '11 bring you to your ship and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved, solemnized,
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alo. I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
Pro. I '11 deliver all,
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off. My Ariel, chick
That is thy charge. Then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well. Please you, draw
SPOKEN BY PKOSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrpwn,
And what strength I have 's mine own,
Which is most faint : now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon' d the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell ;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands :
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
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. Exit.
THE TWO GENTLEMEN OE YERONA.
NAMES OF TH$ ACTORS.
DUKE, father to Silvia.
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ANTONIO, father to Proteus.
THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine.
EGLAMOUR, agent for Silvia in her escape.
SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine.
LAUNCE, the like to Proteus.
PANTHINO, servant to Antonio.
HOST, where Julia lodges.
OUTLAWS, with Valentine.
JULIA, beloved of Proteus.
SILVIA, beloved of Valentine.
LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia.
The date at which the Two Gentlemen of Verona was written has not been decided.
The story belongs to 1529, when the Emperor held his court at Milan.
It first appeared in the folio edition of 1623, together with A Mid-
summer Night's Dream, Love's Labour's Lost, and A
Comedy of Errors, forming the group described
by the critics as "the Early Comedy."
The scene is successively laid at
Verona, Milan, and the
THE TWO GENTLEMEN OE VERONA.
Scene I. Verona.
Enter Valentine and Proteus.
Vol. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus ;
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Were'tnot, affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour' d love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home,
Wear out thy youtii with shapeless idleness.
But since thou lov'st, 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
Some rare note- worthy object in thy travel.
Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
When thou dost meet good hap ; and in thy danger,
(If ever danger dp environ thee)
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.
Vol. And on a love-book pray for my success.
Pro. Upon some book I love, I '11 pray for thee.
Vol. 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,
And yet you never swam the Hellespont.
Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.
Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not.
Pro. What ?
Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with
Coy looks with heart-sore si|hs ; one fading
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights ;
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain ;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won ;
However : but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear you '11
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at ; I am not Love.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you ;
And he that is so yok&d by a 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
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turned to folly, blasting in the bud,
Losing Ms verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
That art a votary to fond desire ?
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,
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend ;
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan.
Val. As much to you at home : and so, fare-
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love ;
He leaves his friends to dignify them more ;
I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.