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• to swell; and the approaching tide U shortly fill the reasonable shores, That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, That jet looks on me, or would know me:—Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

[Exit Ariel

I will dis-case me, and myself present.

As I was sometime Milan :—quickly, spirit;

Thou shalt ere long be free.

Ariel reenters, tinging, and kelps to attin Prospero. Art. Where the bee tucks, there tuck I; In a comtlip't Ml I lie: There 1 couch, when unit do cry. On the baft back I do. fly, After rummer, merrily Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.—

To the kind's ship, invisible as thou art:

There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

I'nder ihe hatches; the master, and the boatswain,

Being awake, enforce them to this place j

And presently, I pr*ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your puise twice beat. [Brit Ariel.

Gob. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement

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.

Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no,
Ot some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
At 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:—Hut how should Pros-
Be living, and be here? [pero

Pro. First, noble friend. Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot Bemeasur'd, or confin'd.

Gob. Whether this be, Or be not, lit not swear.

Pro. Von do yet taste Some subtiltles o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain -.—Welcome, my friends Butyoa, my brace of lords, were I so minded, [all:— [Atide to Seb. and Ant. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify vou traitors; at this time III tell no'tales.

Seb, The devil speaks In him. [Aside.

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.

Alon. If thou beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation:
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
V/erewreck'dupon this shore; where I have lost,
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!
Mj dear son Ferdinand.

Pro. I am woe for't, sir.

Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience Sm it is past her cure.

Pn,, I rather think, Vou hive not sought her help; of whose toft grace For the like loss, 1 have her sovereign aid. And reit myself content.

Aim. You the like loss?

Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter.

Alon. A daughter?

0 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 [ter J Wheremy son lies. When did you lose your daugh

Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lo.ua At this encounter do so much admire, That they devour their reason j and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have Been just led from your senses, know for certain, That I am Prospero, and that very duke [strangely Which was thrust forth of Milan . who most (Tpon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; [landed. 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 1 few attendants. And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. My dukedom since you have given me ag In,

1 will requite you with as good a thine;

At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.

The entrance of the cell opens, and discovert Ferdinand and Miranda f laying at chess

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.

Per. No, my dearest love, I would not for the world.

Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you - '■'.■n d And I wou!d call it fair play. [wrangle,

Ainu. 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 merciful: I have curs'd them without cause.

[Ferd. kneels to Alon.

Alon. Now all the blessings
Of a glad fatheT compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.

Mira. O! wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here I
How beauteous mankind Is! O brave new world,
That has such people fat 1
Pro. 'Tis new to thee. fat play?

Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast Your eld'st acquaintance cannot he three hours: Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And brought us thus together?

Fer. Sir, she's mortal;
But, by immortal providence, she's mine |
I chose her, when 1 could not ask my fathpr
his advice; nor thought I had one: she
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
thorn so often I have heard renown,
never saw before ; of whom I have
ltecelv'd a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am hers:
But O, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!

Pro. There, sir, stop;
l et us not burden our re
With a heaviness that's gone.

(ifa. I have Inly wept, Orshouldhavespokeere this. Look down, yon gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown: For it is yon, that have chatk'd forth the way Which brought us hither! Alon. I say, Amen, (ionralo t Gon. Was .Milan thrust from Milan, that his IsuM Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy: and set it down With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage Did Clartl-el her husband find at Tunis; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,

Where he himself was lout; Frospero his dukedom,
In a poor htle; end all of us, ourselves,
When no man was his own.

Alan. (Jive roe your hands: [To Fer. and Mr.
I et grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!

Gun. Bet so! Amen!

Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boats.vain amazediy following.

0 look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us I

1 prophesied* if a gallows were on land,

This fellow could not drown: Now, blasphemy, That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?

Hast thou no month by land? What is the news?

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 oat to sea.

Art. Sir, all this service "l
Have I done since I went. > Aside.

Pro. My tricksy spirit! J

Aha. These arc not natural events; they strengthen, [ther P

From strange to stranger:—Say, how came you hi

B»ats. If 1 did think, sir, I were well awake,
I'd stilve to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches,
Where, but tven now, with strange and several
noises

Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingllng 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? T

Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou V Aside. shalt be free. J

Aha. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod 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 heating on
The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisure,
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve yon
(Which to you shall seem probible,) of every
These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well—Come hither,
spirit; [Aside,
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gra-
cious 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!

Trm. If these be true spies which I wear in ray

head, here's a goodly sight.

Cat. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed!

How fine my master is! I am afraid

He will chastise me.
Seb. Ha, ha;

What things are these, my lord Antonio'

Will money buy them?
Ant. 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.

His mother was a witch; and one so strong

That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,

And deal in her command, without her power.
These three hare 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.

Ca'. I shall be pinch'd to death.

Al' *- Is not this Stephano, my drunken hutler

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'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 tly-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? [cramp.

Ste. O, touch me not; 1 am not Stephano, but a

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?

St.. 1 sbould have been a sore one then.

Aim. This is as strange a thing as e'er 1 look'd on. [Pointing to Caliban.

Pro. He is as disproportion^ In his manners.
As in his shape:—no, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

Cat. Ay, that 1 will; and I'll be wise hereafter,
And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to tike this dunkard for a god.
And worship this dull fool?

Pro. Go lo; away!

Ai- it. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather.

[Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trim.

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 U ith such discourse, as, 1 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'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples Where 1 have hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear-beloved sotemnlx'd; And thence tetire me to my Milan, where livery third thought ihall be my grave.

Alan. 1 long

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

Pro. I'll 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 \—[Aside.] Please you
draw near. [ nWfttftt,

EP1LOGUK.—Spoken fry Pro'pero. Now my charms tire Kii o'erthrown. And what strength 1 have's my own; Which is most fainti now 'lis true, 1 must be here col i A He d by yon. Or sent to Naples: Let me not, Since 1 have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell; But release me from my bands, Willi the help of your good bands. Gentle breath of yours mr sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was t« please: Now I want Spirits to enforce, nrt to enchant; And my endinir is despair. Unless 1 be reliev'd by graver; Which pierces so. that it assaults Merry itself, and frees nil faults. As yon from erimt-s would pardon'd be. Let your indulgence set me free.

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ACT I.

SCENE I An open place in Verona.

Enter Valentine and Proteus.

Vat. Cease to persuade, ray loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits 1 Wer't not, 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 [he world abroad. Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Eren as I would, when I to love begin.

Pro. Wilt thou be gone3 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 do environ thee, t'ommend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

Fat. And on a love-book pray for my success.

Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee.

Val. 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 j For he was more than over shoes in love.

Vat. *Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

Pm. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.

Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.

Pro. What?

Val. To be

In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks,

With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth,
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,
*Jr else a wit by folly vanquished.

Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.

Vol. So, liy your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove.

Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not love.

Val. Love li your master, for he masters you:
And he that is so yoked 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 U eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit li tum'd to folly ; blasting In the bud. Losing his 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. At Milan, let me hear from thee by tetters, 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! andso, farewell[Exit Valentine.

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. Thou, Julia, thou hast metatnorphos'd me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought, Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

• - Enter Speed.

Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Sawyoumy master3

Pro. But now he parted hitnee, to embark for Milan.

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. \V"hy then my horns are his herns, 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 po hard, but I'll prove it by another.

Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but 1 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 mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour!

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

Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.

Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you.

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

Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin ? fold it over and over C

Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Pro. But what said she? did she nod? Hover.

[Speed nod*.

Speed. I.

Pro. Nod, I; why, that's noddy.

Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and 1 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.

Sneed. 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 wrderly; having nothing hut the word, noddy, for my pains.

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.

Sjteed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow puree.

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 delivered.

Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What said she?

Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her?

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel.

Pro. What, said she nothing?

Speed. No, not so much as—take thia for thy paint. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd mc; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck; Which cannot perish, having thee aboard. Being destined to a drier death on shore :— [ must go send some better messenger; I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines. Receiving them from such a worthless post.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II The tame. Garden qfJutia't house.

Enter Julia and Lucetta.

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now .we are alone, Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love?

Luc. Ay, ma Jam; so you stumble not unheedfully.

Jut. 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 shew my According to rav shallow simple skill. [mind

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 Mercatio?

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 1 what means this passion at his name?

Luc. Pardon, dear midam; 'tis a passing shame. That I, unworthy body as I am, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?

Luc. Then thus, of many good I think him

Jul. Your reason? [best.

Lite. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. [him?

Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on

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 littlespeakingshewshis love but small.

Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all.

Jut. They do not love, that do not show their love.

Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their

Jul. I would, I knew his mind. [love.

Luc. Peruse this paper, madam.

Jul. To Julia,-~Say, from whom?

Luc. That the contents will shew.

Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think,
from Proteus:
He would have given it you, hut T, 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 f
To whisper and conspire against my youth?
.Vow, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,
And you an officer fit for the place.
There, take the paper, see it be ret urn'd;
Or else return no more into my sight.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.

Jul. Will you be gone?

Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit.

Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the letter. It were a shame to call her back again, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. What fool Is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view? Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Which they would have the profferer construe, .-f^Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here! How angrily 1 taught my brow to frown. When inward joy enfore'd my heart to smile' My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask remission for my folly past:— What ho J Lucetta?

Re-enter Lucetta,

Luc. What would your ladyship 3

Jul. Is it near dinner time?

Luc. I would it were;

That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid.

Jut. What is't you took up

So gingerly?

Luc. Nothing

Jul. Why did'st thou stoop then 1

Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.

Jul. And is that paper nothing?

Luc. Nothing concerning me.

Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter.

Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you In rhyme.

Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note: your ladyship can set.

Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible i Best sing it to the tune of Light o* love.

Lnr. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then.

Luc. Ay ; and melodious were it, would you

Jul. And why not you? [sing it.

Luc. I cannot reach so high.

Jul. Let's see your song;—How now, minion?

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it ou t: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.

Jul. You do not?

Luc. No, madam ; it Is too sharp.

Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.

Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.

Lue. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.

Jul.'This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation !—[Tear* the letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me.

Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleas'd

To be 10 anger'd with another letter. [Exit.

Jul. Nar, would I were 10 angei'd with the lamt! 0hateful hands, to tear such loving words! Injurious wasps 1 to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. And, here is vnt kin J Julia :—unkind Julia! At in revenge of thy ingratitude, I throw thy name against die bruising stones, Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Look, here is writ— hive-wounded Proteus :— Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Miall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd; And thus 1 search It with a sovereign kiss. Hut twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down i Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away. Till I hare found each tetter in the letter, Eicept mine own name; that some whirlwind bear I'nto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, And throw it thence into the raging sea! Lo, here in one line it his name twice writ,— Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteut, To the sweet Julia ; that I'll tear away; And yet I will not, sith so prettily lie couples it to his complaining names; Thus will I fold them one upon another; Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

Re-enter Lucetta.

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

Jul. Well, let us go. [here?

Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales

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

Luc. Naj, I was taken Up for laying them down: Vet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.

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

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights jou see; I see things too, although you judge I wink.

Jul. Come, come, will please you go? [ Exeunt.

SCENE III. The same. A room in Antonio's House.

Enter Antonio and Pan thin 0. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him?

Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship

^'ould suffer him to spend his youth at home; While other men, of slender reputation, Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: ■■:-<-, to the wars, to try their fortune there; ^ome, to discover islands far away; >ome, to the studious universities. For any, or for all these exercises, lie sa;d, that Proteus, your son, was meet: >nd did request me, to importune you, 'i'o let him spend his time no more at home, Which would be great impeachment to his age, In having known no travel in his youth.

Ant. Norneed'st thou much importune me to that ""hereon this month I have been hammering. 'hate consider'd well his loss of time; And how he cannot be a perfect man, > it being try'd, and tutor'd in the world: Experience is by industry atchiev'd, And perfected by the swift course of tine: Then, tell me, whither were 1 best to send him *

Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignoiant, How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the emperor in his royal court.

Ant. 1 know it well.

Pan. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:

There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen;
And be in eye of every exercise,
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

Am. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advls'd: And, that thou roay'st perceive how well I like it, i he execution of it shall make known;

Even with the speediest execution

I will despatch him to the emperor's court.

/'an. To morrow,may it please you, Don Alphonso, With other gentlemen of good esteem, Are journeying to salute the emperor, And to commend their service to his will.

Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And in good time, -now will we break with him. Enter Proteus.

Pro. Sweet love ! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart [ Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: O, that our fathers would applaud our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents!

0 heavenly Julia!

Ant. How now ? what letter are you reading there3

Pro. May't please your lordahip, 'tis a word or two Of commendation sent from Valentine, Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news.

Pr~o. There Is no news, my lord; but that he writes How happily he lives, how well-belov'd. And daily graced by the emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish?

Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wish.

Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish:
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
For what I will, 1 will, and there an end.

1 am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time
With Valentin us in the emperor's court;
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition shalt thou have from me.
To-morrow be in readiness to go:

Excuse it not, for I am -peremptory.

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Please you, deliberate a day or two. [thee

Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent aftci No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.— Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition.

[Exeunt Ant. and Pan.

Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear ol burning;

And drench'd me In the sea, where I am drown'd:
I fear'd to shew my father Julia's letter,
Lest he should take exceptions to my love;
And with the vantage of mine own excuse
Hath he excepted most against my love.
O, how this spring of love rej.einbleth

The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shews all the beauty of the sun,

And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Re-enter Panthino.

Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you;
He is In haste, therefore, I pray you, go.

Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto; And yet a thousand times it answers, no. [Exeunt.

ACT It

I SCENE L Milan, An Apartment in tie Duke's
Palace.
Enter Valentine and Speed.
Speed. Sit, yonr glove.

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on. [but out-.
Speed. Why then this may be yours, for thi- Is
Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine :—
Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine 1
Ah Silvia! Silvia!
Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!
Val. How now, sirrah?
Sjieed. She 1« not within hearing, sir.
Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?
Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
Val. Well, you'll still be too forward. [slot*.
Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too

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