To take my life: two of these fellows you
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal.

I fhall 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 them?

How cam'ft thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in fuch a pickle, fince I saw you laft, 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. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, firrah?

Ste. I fhould have been a fore one then.

Alon. This is as ftrange a thing as e'er I look'd on.

[Pointing to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as difproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape:-Go, firrah, 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 wife hereafter, And feek for grace: What a thrice-double afs Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

And worship this dull fool?

Pro.

Go to; away!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you

found it.

Seb. Or ftole it, rather. [Exeunt 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

Go quick away: the ftory of my life,
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Since I came to this ifle: And in the morn,
I'll bring you to your ship, and fo to Naples,
Where I have hope to fee the nuptial

Of these our dear-beloved folemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.

Alon.
I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

And promise you calm feas, aufpicious gales,
And fail fo 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!~[afide.] Please you, draw

near.

[Exeunt.

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.

NOW

my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what ftrength I have's mine own;
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or fent 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 releafe me from my hands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my fails
Muft fill, or elfe my project fails,
Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;
Which pierces fo, that it affaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence fet me free.

THE

Two Gentlemen of Verona,

A

COMEDY.

BY

WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

ACCURATELY PRINTED

FROM THE TEXT OF

Mr. STEEVENS's LAST EDITION.

Drnamented with plates.

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