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This Figure, that thou here seest put,
It was for gentle Shakespeare cut;
Wherein the Grauer had a strife
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All, that vvas euer vvrit in braffe.
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Not on his Picture, but his Booke.

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meaneſt, of things are made more precious, when they are dedicated
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your H. H. these remaines of your ſeruant Shakespeare; that
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JOHN HEMINGE,
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To the great Variety of Readers.

Rom the moſt able, to him that can but ſpell: There
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parted from that right, we pray you do not envie his Friends, the office
of their care, and paine, to haue collected & publiſh'd them; and ſo to
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and ſtealthes of iniurious impoſtors, that expos'd them: euen thoſe,
are now offer'd to your view cur'd, and perfect of their limbes; and all
the reſt, abſolute in their numbers, as he conceiued the. Who, as he was
a happie imitator of Nature, was a moſt gentle expreſſer of it. His mind
and hand went together: And what he thought, he vttered with that
eaſineſſe, that wee haue ſcarſe receiued from him a blot in his papers.
But it is not our prouince, who onely gather his works, and giue them
you, to praiſe him. It is yours that reade him. And there we hope, to
your diuers capacities, you will finde enough, both to draw, and hold
you: for his wit can no more lie hid, then it could be loſt. Reade him,
therefore; and againe, and againe: And if then you doe not like him,
ſurely you are in ſome manifeſt danger, not to vnderſand him. And ſo
we leaue you to other of his Friends, whom if you need, can bee your
guides: if you neede them not, you can leade your ſelues, and others.
And ſuch Readers we with him.

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John Henninge.
Henrie Condell.

ACATALOGVE
of the feuerall Comedies, Hiftories, and Tra-
gedies contained in this Volume.

COMEDIES.

<table><tbody><tr><td>He Tempeſt.</td><td>Folio 1.</td></tr><tr><td>The two Gentlemen of Verona.</td><td>20</td></tr><tr><td>The Merry Wives of Windsor.</td><td>38</td></tr><tr><td>Meaſure for Meaſure.</td><td>61</td></tr><tr><td>The Comedy of Errours.</td><td>85</td></tr><tr><td>Much adoo about Nothing.</td><td>101</td></tr><tr><td>Loues Labour lost.</td><td>122</td></tr><tr><td>Midſommer Nights Dreame.</td><td>145</td></tr><tr><td>The Merchant of Venice.</td><td>163</td></tr><tr><td>As you Like it.</td><td>185</td></tr><tr><td>The Taming of the Shrew.</td><td>208</td></tr><tr><td>All is well, that Ends well.</td><td>230</td></tr><tr><td>Twelſe-Night, or what you will.</td><td>255</td></tr><tr><td>The Winters Tale.</td><td>304</td></tr></tbody></table>

HISTORIES.

<table><tbody><tr><td>The Life and Death of King John.</td><td>Fol. 1.</td></tr><tr><td>The Life &amp; death of Richard the second.</td><td>23</td></tr></tbody></table>

<table><tbody><tr><td>The First part of King Henry the fourth.</td><td>46</td></tr><tr><td>The Second part of K. Henry the fourth.</td><td>74</td></tr><tr><td>The Life of King Henry the Fifth.</td><td>69</td></tr><tr><td>The First part of King Henry the Sixt.</td><td>96</td></tr><tr><td>The Second part of King Hen. the Sixt.</td><td>120</td></tr><tr><td>The Third part of King Henry the Sixt.</td><td>147</td></tr><tr><td>The Life &amp; Death of Richard the Third.</td><td>173</td></tr><tr><td>The Life of King Henry the Eight.</td><td>205</td></tr></tbody></table>

TRAGEDIES.

<table><tbody><tr><td>The Tragedy of Coriolanus.</td><td>Fol. 1.</td></tr><tr><td>Titus Andronicus.</td><td>31</td></tr><tr><td>Romeo and Juliet.</td><td>53</td></tr><tr><td>Timon of Athens.</td><td>80</td></tr><tr><td>The Life and death of Julius Caesar.</td><td>109</td></tr><tr><td>The Tragedy of Macbeth.</td><td>131</td></tr><tr><td>The Tragedy of Hamlet.</td><td>152</td></tr><tr><td>King Lear.</td><td>283</td></tr><tr><td>Othello, the Moor of Venice.</td><td>310</td></tr><tr><td>Anthony and Cleopater.</td><td>346</td></tr><tr><td>Cymbeline King of Britaine.</td><td>369</td></tr></tbody></table>

THE
TEMPEST.

*Aitus primus, Scena prima.*

*A tempeſtuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a Ship-maſter, and a Botefwaine.*

Maſter.

Ote-swaine.

Botef. Heere Maſter: What cheere?

Maſt. Good: Speake to th'Mariners: fall too't, yarely, or we run our felues a ground, beſturre, beſturre.

*Enter Mariners.*

Botef. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my hearts: yare, yare: Take in the tope-fale: Tend to th'Maſters whistle: Blow till thou burt thy winde, if roome enough.

*Enter Alonſo, Sebaſtian, Anthonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, and others.*

Alon. Good Botefwaine haue care: where's the Maſter? Play the men.

Botef. I pray now Keepe below.

Anth. Where is the Maſter, Boſon?

Botef. Do you not heare him? you marre our labour, Keepe your Cabines: you do aſſit the storme.

Gonz. Nay, good be patient.

Botef. When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roa-
rers for the name of King? to Cabine; ſilence: trouble
vs not.

Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou haſt aboard.

Botef. None that I more loue then my ſelſe. You are a Counſellor, if you can command the ſe Elements to ſiſlence, and worke the peace of the preſent, wee will not hand a rope more, vſe your authoritie: If you cannot, giue thanks you haue liu'd to ſong, and make your ſelſe readie in your Cabine for the miſchance of the houre, if it ſo hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our way I fay.

Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellower: he haueth no drowning marke upon him; his complexion is perſect Gallowes: ſtand faſt: good Fate to his hanging, make the rope of his deſtiny our cable, for our owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee hang'd, our cafe is miserable.

*Enter Botefwaine.*

Botef. Downe with the top-Maſt: yare, lower, lower,
bring her to. Try with Maine-courſe. A plague.

Acry within. Enter Sebaſtian, Anthonio & Gonzalo.

upon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,
or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we
give ore and drowne, haue you a minde to ſinke?

Sebaſt. A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blaſph-
mous incharitable Dog.

Botef. Worke you then.

Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whereſon insolent Noyſe-
maker, we are leſſe afraid to be drownde, then thou art.

Gouz. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the
Ship were no ſtronger then a Nutt-shell, and as leaky as
an unſtanchet wench.

Botef. Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off to Sea againe, lay her off.

*Enter Mariners wet.*

Mari. All loſt, to prayers, to prayers, all loſt.

Botef. What muſt our mouths be cold?

Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's aſſit them,
for our cafe is as theirs.

Sebaſ. I'am out of patience.

An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,
This wide-chopt-raſcall, would thou mightſt lye drow-
ning the waſhing of ten Tides.

Gonç. Hee'l be hang'd yet,
Though euery drop of water ſware against it.

And gape at widſt to glut him. A confused noise within.
Mercy on vs.

We ſplit, we ſplit, Farewell my wife, and children,
Farewell brother: we ſplit, we ſplit, we ſplit.

Anth. Let's all ſinke with' King

Seb. Let's take leaue of him.

Exit.

Gonç. Now would I giue a thouſand furlongs of Sea,
for an Acre of barten ground: Long heath, Browne
firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would
faine dye a dry death.

Exit.

## Scena Secunda.

*Enter Prospero and Miranda.*

Mira. If by your Art (my deereſt father) you haue
Put the wild waters in this Rove; ay! then:
the skye it seemes would powre down flunking pitch,
But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke,

Dafhes the fire out. Oh! I haue suffered.
With thofe that I ſaw suffer: A braue vessel

(Who

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The Tempest.

(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)

Daff'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke
Against my very heart: poore Soules, they perish'd.
Had I byn any God of power, I would
Haue funcke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
It should the good Ship so haue Swallow'd, and
The fraughting Soules within her.

Prof. Be collected,

No more amazement: Tell your pittous heart
there's no harme done.

Mira. O woe, the day.

Prof. No harme:

I haue done nothing, but in care of thee
(Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who
Art ignorant of what thou art: naught knowing
Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
Then *Proffero*, Master of a full poore cell,
And thy no greater Father.

Mira. More to know

Did neuer medle with my thoughts.

Prof. 'Tis time

I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,
Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,
The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd
The very vertue of compaction in thee:
I haue with such prouifion in mine Art
So safely ordered, that there is no foule
No not so much perdition as an hayre
Betid to any creature in the vessell

Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'ft finke: Sit
For thou muft now know farther.

[downe,

Mira. You haue often

Begun to tell me what I am, but slop
And left me to a bootelelle Inquifition,
Concluding, stay: not yet.

Prof. The how'r's now come

The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,
Obey, and be attentie. Canst thou remember
A time before we came vnto this Cell?
I doe not thinke thou canſt, for then thou was't not
Out three yeeres old.

Mira. Certainly Sir, I can.

Prof. By what? by any other houſe, or person?
Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis farre off:

And rather like a dreame, then an affurance
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
Fowre, or ſiue women once, that tended me?

Prof. Thou hadst; and more *Miranda*: But how is it
That this liues in thy minde? What ſeeth thou els
In the dark-backward and Abifme of Time?
Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'ſt here,
How thou cam'ſt here thou maiſt.

Mira. But that I doe not.

Prof. Twelue yere ſince (*Miranda*) twelue yere ſince,
Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and
A Prince of power.

Mira. Sir, are not you my Father?

Prof. Thy Mother was a peeece of vertue, and
She faid thou waſt my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Millaine, and his only heire,
And Princesſe; no worse ſuſued.

Mira. O the heauens,

What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?

Or bleſſed was't we did?

Prof. Both, both my Girle.

By fowle-play (as thou faſt) were we heau'd thence,
But bleſſedly holpe hither.

Mira. O my heart bleedes

To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther?

Prof. My brother and thy vncle, call'd *Anthony*:
I pray thee marke me, that a brother should
Be so perfidious: he, whom next thy ſelfe
Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put
The mannage of my ſtate, as at that time
Through all the ſignories it was the firſt,
And *Proffero*, the prime Duke, being so reputed
In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,
Without a paralell; thatſe being all my ſtudie,
The Gouernment I caſt vpon my brother,
And to my State grew ſtranger, being transported
And rapt in ſecreſt ſtudies, thy falſe vncle
(Do'ſt thou attend me?)

Mira. Sir, moſt heedefully.

Prof. Being once perſeſt how to graunt ſuites,
how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who
To traſh for ouer-topping; new created
The creatures that were mine, I ſay, or chang'd 'em,
Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,
Of Officer, and office, ſet all hearts i'th' ſtate
To what tune pleas'd his care, that now he was
The Iay which had hiſ my princely Trunck,
And fuckt my verdure out on't: *Thou attend'ſt not?*

Mira. O good Sir, I doe.

Prof. I pray thee marke me:
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To cloſenes, and the bettering of my mind
with that, which but by being ſo retir'd
Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my falſe brother
Awak'd an euill nature, and my truſt
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falſehood in it's contrarie, as great
As my truſt was, which had indeede no limit,
A confidence ſans bound. He being thus Lorded,
Not onely with what my revenew yeelded,
But what my power might els exact. Like one
Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,
Made ſuch a ſynner of his memorie
To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue
He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Subſtitution
And executing th'outward face of Roialtie
With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:
Do'ſthou heare?

Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenſe.

Prof. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,
And him he plaid it for, he needes will be
Absolue Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie
Was Dukedome large enough : of temporall roalties
He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
(fo drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage
Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend
The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine)
To moſt ignoble ſtooping.

Mira. Oh the heauens :

Prof. Marke his condition, and th'event, then tell me
If this might be a brother.

Mira. I should finne.

To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother,

Good

The Tempeſt.

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Good wombes haue borne bad fonnes.

### Pro. Now the Condition.

This King of *Naples* being an Enemy
To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers suit,
Which was, That he in lieu o’th’ premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
Should preſently extirpate me and mine
Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire *Millaine*
With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon
A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night
Fated to th’ purpose, did *Anthony* open
The gates of *Millaine*, and ith’ dead of darkenesſe
The minifters for th’ purpoy hurried thence
Me, and thy crying ſelfe.

### *Mr.* Alack, for pitty : I not remembring how I cride our then

Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint

That wrings mine eyes too’t.

### *Pro.* Heare a little further,

And then I’ll bring thee to the preſent buſineſſe
Which now’s vpon’s: without the which, this Story
Were moſt impertinent.

### *Mr.* Wherefore did they not
That howre destroy vs ?

### *Pro.* Well demanded, wench :

My Tale prouokes that queſtion: Deare, they durſt not,
So deare the loue my people bore me: nor fet
A marke fo bloudy on the buſineſſe; but
With colours fairer, painted their ſoule ends.
In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke,
Bore vs ſome Leagues to Sea, where they prepared
A rotten carkaſſe of a Butt, nor rigg’d,
Nor tackle, ſayle, nor maſt, the very rats
Inſinuaſtibly haue quit it: There they hoyst vs
To cry to th’ Sea, that reard to vs; to ſigh
To th’ windes, whose pitty ſhing backe againe
Did vs but louing wrong.

### *Mr.* Alack, what trouble

Was I then to you ?

### *Pro.* O, a Cherubin

Thou was’t that did preferue me; Thou didst ſmile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I haue deck’d the ſea with drops full ſalt,
Under my burthen groan’d, which Iaif’d in me
An undergoing ſtomacke, to beare vp
Againſt what ſhould enſue.

### *Mr.* How came we a ſhore?

### *Pro.* By prouidence divine,
Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble *Neopolitan* Gonzalo

Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed
Maſter of this deſigne) did giue vs, with
Rich garments, linnens, ſtuffs, and neceſſaries
Which ſince haue ſteeded much, ſo of his gentlenesse
Knowing I lou’d my bookeſ, he furniſhed me
From mine owne Library, with volumes, that
I prize aboue my Dukedome.

### *Mr.* Would I might
But euer ſee that man,

### *Pro.* Now I arife,
Sit ſtill, and heare the laſt of our ſea-forrow:
Heere in this land we arriu’d, and heere
Hae I, thy Schoolemaſter, made thee more preſſ
Then other Princesſe can, that hau’d more time
For vainer howres; and Tutors, not ſo careful.

### *Mr.* Heuens thank you for’t. And now I pray you Sir,

For fill’t is beating in my minde; your reaſon
For rayling this *Sea-florme*?

### *Pro.* Know thus far forth,

By accident moſt ſtrange, bountiſhall *Fortune*
(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies
Brought to this ſhore: And by my preſcience
I finde my *Zenith* doth depend upon

A moſt auſpitious ſtarre, whose influence
If now I court nor, but omit; my fortunes

Will euer after droope: Heare ceaſe more queſtions,
Thou art inclinde to ſleepe: ’tis a good dulneſſe,
And giue it way: I know thou can’t not chuse:
Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now,
Approach my *Ariel*. Come.

### Enter *Ariel*.

### *Ari.* All haile, great Maſter, graue Sir, haile: I come
To anſwer thy beſt pleafure; be’t to fly,
To ſwim, to diue into the ſire: to ride
On the curſd clowds: to thy ſtrong bidding, taske
*Ariel*, and all his Qualiſtie.

### *Pro.* Haſt thou, Spirit,

Performd to point, the Tempeſt that I bad thee.

### *Ar.* To every Article.

I boorded the Kings ſhip: now on the Beake,
Now in the Waſto, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,
I flam’d amazement, ſometime I’d diuide
And buine in many places; on the Top-maſt,
The Yards and Bore-ſpritt, would I flame diſtinſtely,
Then meete, and ioyne. *Iones* Lightning, the precurſers
O’th’ dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie
And fight out running were not; the ſire, and cracks
Of iuſpulrous roaring, the moſt mighty *Neptune*
Seeme to beſiege, and make his bold waues tremble,
Yea, his dread Trident ſake.

### *Pro.* My braue Spirit,
Who was ſo firme, ſo constant, that this coyle
Would not inſect his reaſon?

### *Ar.* Not a ſoule

But felt a Feauer of the maddc, and plaid
Some tricks of deſperacion; all but Mariners
Plung’d in the foaming bryne, and quit the veſſell;
Then all a ſire with me the Kings ſonne *Ferdinand*
With haire vp-ſtaring (then like reeds, not haire)
Was the firſt man that leapt; cride hell is empty,
And all the Diuels are heere.

### *Pro.* Why that’s my ſpirit :

But was not this nye ſhore ?

### *Ar.* Cloſe by, my Maſter.

### *Pro.* But are they (*Ariell*) ſafe?

### *Ar.* Not a haire perſiſh:
On their ſuſtaining garments not a blemiſh,
But freſher then before: and as thou badſt me,
In troops I haue disperſd them ’bout the Iſle:
The Kings ſonne haue I landed by himſelfe,
Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with ſighes,
In an odde Angle of the Iſle, and fitting
His armes in this ſad knot.

### *Pro.* Of the Kings ſhip,
The Marriners, ſay how thou haſt diſpoſd,
And all the reſt o’th’ Fleet?

### *Ar.* Safely in harbour
Is the Kings ſhippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once
Thou calld me vp at midnight to fetch dewe
From the ſtill-vest *Bermoother*, there ſhe’s hid;
The Marriners all vnder hatches ſlowed,
Who, with a Charme ioynd to their ſuſſred labour
I haue left aſleep: and for the reſt o’th’ Fleet

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Which

4

The Tempest.

(Which I despers'd) they all haue met againe,
And are vpon the Mediterranean Flote

Bound fadly home for Naples,

Supposing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt,
And his great person perisht.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke:
What is the time o'th' day?

Ar. Past the mid season.

Pro. At least two Glances: the time 'twixt fix & now
Must by vs both be spent moft preciouſly.

Ar. Is there more toyle ? Since I doft giue me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou haſt promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now? moodie?

What is't thou canſt demand?

Ar. My Libertie.

Pro. Before the time be out ? no more :

Ar. I prethee,

Remember I haue done thee worthy ſeruice,
Told thee no lyes, made thee no mitſkings, ſerv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promife
To bate me a full yeere.

Pro. Doſt thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee ? Ar. No.

Pro. Thou do'rt: & thinkſt it much to tread ſ Ooze
Of the salt deepe;

To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North,
To doe me buſineſſe in the veines o'th' earth
When it is bak'd with froſt.

Ar. I do not Sir.

Pro. Thou lieſt, malignant Thing: haſt thou forgot
The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Enuy
Was growne into a hoope ? haſt thou forgot her ?

Ar. No Sir.

Pro. Thou haſt: where was ſhe born? ſpeak: tell me:

Ar. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Oh, was the ſo: I muſt

Once in a moneth recount what thou haſt bin,
Which thou forgetſt. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
or miſcheffes manifold, and forceries terrible

To enter humane hearing, from Argier

Thou knowſt was banifh'd: for one thing ſhe did

They wold not take her life: Is not this true ? Ar. I, Sir.

Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with
And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my ſlaue, (child,
As thou reportſt thy ſelfe, was then her ſeruant,
And for thou waſt a Spirit too delicate
To aſt her earthy, and abhord commands,
Refuſing her grand heſts, ſhe did confine thee
By helpe of her more potent Minifters,
And in her moſt vnmittigable rage,
Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift
Imprifon'd, thou didſt painefully remaine
A dozen yeeres: within which ſpace ſhe di'd,
And left thee there: where thou didſt vent thy groanes
As ſaſt as Mill-wheeleſs ſtrike: Then was this Island
(Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere,
A frekelld helpe, hag-borne) not honour'd with
A humane shape.

Ar. Yes: Caliban her ſonne.

Pro. Dull thing, I ſay ſo: he, that Caliban
Whom now I keepe in ſeruice, thou beſt knowſt
What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones
Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breasts
Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment

To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art,
When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The Pyne, and let thee out.

Ar. I thanke thee Maſter.

Pro. If thou more murmur'ſt, I will rend an Oake
And peg-thee in his knotty entrailes, till
Thou haſt howl'd away twelue winters.

Ar. Pardon, Maſter,

I will be corſpondent to command
And doe my ſpyrting, gently.

Pro. Doe ſo: and after two daies
I will diſcharge thee.

Ar. That's my noble Maſter:

What ſhall I doe? ſay what? what ſhall I doe?

Pro. Go make thy ſelſe like a Nymph o'th' Sea,
Be ſubieſt to no fight but thine, and mine : inuſible
To euery eye-ball ſelſe: goe take this ſhape
And hither come in't: goe: hence
With diligence.
Exit.

Pro. Awake, deere hart awake, thou haſt ſlept well,
Awake.

Mr. The ſtrangenes of your ſtory, put
Heauineſſe in me.

Pro. Shake it off: Come on,

Wee'll viſit Caliban, my ſlaue, who neuer
Yeelds vs kinder anſwere.

Mr. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on.

Pro. But as 'tis

We cannot miſſe him: he do's make our ſire,
Fetch in our wood, and ſerues in Offices
That profit vs: What hoa: ſlaue: Caliban:
Thou Earth, thou: ſpeake.

Cal. within. There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth I ſay, there's other buſines for thee:
Come thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a water-
Fine apparifion: my queint Ariel,
Hearke in thine earre.
Exit.

Ar. My Lord, it ſhall be done.

Pro. Thou poyſonous ſlaue, got by ſ diuell himſelfe
Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother brush'd
With Raueus feather from vnwholesome Fen
Drop on you both: A Southwesſt blow on yee,
And blifter you all ore.

Pro. For this be ſure, to night thou ſhalt haue cramps,
Side-stiſches, that ſhall pen thy breath vp, Vrchins
Shall for that vaſt of night, that they may worke
All exercife on thee: thou ſhalt be pinch'd
As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more ſtinging
Then Bees that made 'em.

Cal. I muſt eat my dinner:
This Iſland's mine by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'ſt from me: when thou cam'ſt firſt
Thou ſtroakſt me, & made much of me: wouldſt giue me
Water with berries in't: and teach me how
To name the bigger Light, and how the leſſe
That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee
And ſhew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Iſle,
The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill,
Curs'd be I that did ſo: All the Charmes
Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you:
For I am all the Subieſts that you haue,
Which firſt was min owne King: and here you ſty-me
In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me
The reſt o'th' Iſland.

Pro. Thou

The Tempest.

5

Pro. Thou moft lying flaue,
Whom ſtripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee
(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and Iodg'd thee
In mine owne Cell, till thou didst feeke to violate
The honor of my childe.

Mira. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done :
Thou didst preuent me, I had peopel'd else
This ile with Calibans.

Mira. Abhorred Slaue,
Which any print of goodneſſe wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee,
Took pains to make thee ſpeak, taught thee each houre
One thing or other: when thou didst not (Sauage)
Know thine owne meaning; but wouldst gabble, like
A thing moſt brutiſh, I endow'd thy purpoſes
With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race
(Tho thou didſt learn) had that in't, which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wnaft thou
Deferu'd more then a prifon.

Cal. You taught me Language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curſe : the red-plague rid you
For learning me your language.

Prof. Hag-feed, hence:
Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt beſt
To anſwer other buſineſſe: ihrg'ſt thou (Malice)
If thou neglectt, or doſt vnwillingly
What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,
Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore,
That beaſts ſhall tremble at thy dyn.

Cal. No', pray thee.
I muſt obey, his Art is of ſuch pow'r,
It would controll my Dams God Setebos,
And make a vaffaile of him.

Pro. So ſlaue, hence.

Enter Ferdinand & Ariel, inuſible playing & singing.

Ariel Song. Come vnto these yellow lands,
and then take hands :

Cure ſted when you hane, and kisſ
the wilde wanes whist :

Foote it feately heere, and there, and sweete Sights beare
the burthen. Burthen dilperſedly.

Harke, harke, bowgh wawgh : the watch-Dogges barke,
bowgh-wawgh.

Ar. Hark, hark, I heare, the traine of ſrutting Chanticlere
cry cockadille-dowe.

Fer. Where ſhold this Muſick be? I'th aire, or th' earth?
It founds no more: and ſure it waytes vpon
Some God 'oth'land, fitting on a banke,
Weeping against the King my Fathers wracke.
This Muſicke crept by me vpon the waters,
Allaying both their fury, and my paffion
With it's ſweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
(Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone,
No, it begins againe.

Ariell Song. Full fadom ſue thy Father lies,

Of his bones are Corrall made:
Thoſe are pearles that were his eie,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth ſuffer a Sea-change
Into ſomething rich, & ſtrange:

Sea-Nimphs howly ring his knell.

Burthen: ding-dong.

Harke now I heare them, ding-dong bell.

Fer. The Ditty do's remember my droun'd father,
This is no mortall buſines, nor no found

That the earth owes : I haue it now aboue me.

Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance,
And ſay what thou feeſt yond.

Mira. What is't a Spirit?

Lord, how it looks about: Beleeue me fir,
It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a ſpirit.

Pro. No wench, it eats, and fleeps, & hath ſuch ſenſes
As we haue: ſuch. This Gallant which thou feeſt
Was in the wracke : and but hee's ſomething ſtain'd
With greeſe (that's beauties canker) might'ſt call him
A goodly perſon: he hath loſt his ſellowes,
And ſtrayes about to finde 'em.

Mir. I might call him

A thing divine, for nothing naturall
I euere ſaw no Noble.

Pro. It goes on I fee

As my ſoule prompts it: ſpirit, fine ſpirit, Ile free thee
Within two dayes for this.

Fer. Moſt ſure the Goddeſſe

On whom theſe ayres attend: Vouchſaſe my pray'r
May know if you remaine vpon this Iland,
And that you will ſome good inſtruction giue
How I may beare me heere : my prime requeſt
(Which I do laſt, ſonounce) is (O you wonder).

If you be Mayd, or no ?

Mir. No wonder Sir,

But certainly a Mayd.

Fer. My Language? Heauens :

I am the beſt of them that ſpeake this ſpeech,
Were I, but where 'tis ſpoken.

Pro. How? the beſt.

What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee ?

Fer. A ſingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To heare thee ſpeake of Naples : he do's heare me,
And that he do's, I weepe : my ſelfe am Naples,
Who, with mine eyes (neuer ſince at ebbe) beheld
The King my Father wrackt.

Mir. Alacke, for mercry.

Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine
And his braue ſonne, being twaine.

Pro. The Duke of Millaine.

And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee

If now't were fit to do't : At the firſt ſight

They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,

Ile let thee free for this. A word good Sir,

I feare you haue done your ſelfe some wrong : A word.

Mir. Why ſpeakes my father ſo vangently ? This
Is the third man that ere I faw : the firſt
That ere I ſigh'd for : pitty moue my father

To be enclin'd my way.

Fer. O, if a Virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you
The Queene of Naples.

Pro. Soft fir, one word more.

They are both in eythers pow'rs : But this swift buſines
I muſt vnaſie make, leaſt too light winning

Make the prize light. One word more : I charge thee
That thou attend me : Thou do'ſt heere vſurpe
The name thou ow'ſt not, and haſt put thy ſelfe
Vpon this Iland, as a ſpy, to win it

From me, the Lord on't.

Fer. No, as I am a man.

Mr. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in ſuch a Temple,
If the ill-ſpirit haue ſo ſayre a houſe,
Good things will ſtrue to dwell with't.

Pro. Follow me.

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7

Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on firft in Affricke, at the marriage of the kings faire daughter Clarihel to the king of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our returne.

Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with such a Paragon to their Queene.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? A pox o' that: how came that Widow in? Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had said Widdower Æneas too?

Good Lord, how you take it?

Adri. Widow Dido said you? You make me fludy of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage.

Adri. Carthage?

Gon. I assure you Carthage.

Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houſes too.

Ant. What impoffible matter will he make easy next?

Seb. I thinke he will carry this Island home in his pocket, and giue it his fonne for an Apple.

Ant. And fowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring forth more Islands.

Gon. I.

Ant. Why in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments ſeeue now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queene.

Ant. And the rareſt that ere came there.

Seb. Bate (I beſeech you) widow Dido.

Ant. O Widow Dido? I, Widow Dido.

Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fresh as the firſt day I wore it? I meane in a ſort.

Ant. That ſort was well ſiſh'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.

Alon. You cram these words into mine eares, againſt the ſtomacke of my ſelfe: would I had neuer Married my daughter there: For comming thence My ſonne is loſt, and (in my rate) ſhe too, Who is ſo farre from Italy remour'd, I ne're againe ſhall see her: O thou mine heire Of Naples and of Millaine, what ſtrange ſiſh Hath made his meate on thee?

Fran. Sir he may lieu,

I ſaw him beate the ſurges vnder him, And ride upon their backes; he trod the water Whose enmity he flung aside: and breſted The ſurge moſt ſwolne that met him: his bold head 'Boue the contentious waues he kept, and oared Himſelfe with his good armes in luſtly ſtroke To th' ſhore; that ore his wae-worne baſis bowed As ſtooping to releech him: I not doubt He came aliove to Land.

Alon. No, no, hee's gone.

Seb. Sir you may thank your ſelfe for this great loſſe, That would not bleſſe our Europe with your daughter, But rather loose her to an African, Where ſhe at leaſt, is baniſh'd from your eye, Who hath cauſe to wet the greeſe on't.

Alon. Pre-thee peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwife By all of vs: and the faire foule her ſelfe Waigh'd berweene loathneſſe, and obedience, at Which end o' th' beame ſhould bow: we haue loſt your I ſeare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue (fon, Mo widdowes in them of this buſineſſe making, Then we bring men to comfort them:

The faults your owne.

Alon. So is the deer'ft o' th'loſſe.

Gon. My Lord Sebastian,

The truth you ſpeake doth lacke ſome gentlenesse, And time to ſpeake it in: you rub the ſore, When you ſhould bring the plaifter.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And moſt Chirurgeononly.

Gon. It is ſoule weather in vs all, good Sir,

When you are cloudy.

Seb. Fowle weather?

Ant. Very foule?

Gon. Had I plantation of this Iſle my Lord.

Ant. Hee'd ſow't vvith Nettle-ſeed.

Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes.

Gon. And were the King on't, what vvould I do?

Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.

Gon. I' th' Commonwealth I vvould (by contraries) Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke

Would I aſmit: No name of Magiſtrate:

Letters ſhould not be knowne: Riches, povertie,

And vſe of ſeruice, none: Contract, Succesſion,

Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:

No vſe of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:

No occupation, all men idle, all:

And Women too, but innocent and pure:

No Soueraignty.

Seb. Yet he vvould be King on't.

Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forſets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common Nature ſhould produce Without ſweat or endeouer: Treason, ſellony, Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine Would I not hae: but Nature ſhould bring forth Of it owne kinde, all ſoyzon, all abundance To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying'mong his ſubieſts?

Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues,

Gon. I vvould vvith such perſection gouerne Sir:

T' Excelle the Golden Age.

Seb. 'Saue his Maieſty.

Ant. Long lieu Gonzalo.

Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?

(me.

Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou doſt talke nothing to

Gon. I do vvell beleeue your Highneſſe, and did it to minifter occaſion to theſe Gentlemen, who are of ſuch ſenſible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayse vſe to laugh at nothing.

Ant. 'Twas you vve laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: ſo you may continue, and laugh at nothing ſtill.

Ant. What a blow vvas there giuen?

Seb. And it had not falne flat-long.

Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would lift the Moone out of her ſpheare, if the would continue in it ſiue weekes vvithout changing.

Enter Ariell playing ſoleme Musiſke.

Seb. We vvould ſo, and then go a Bat-fowling.

Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry.

Gon. No I warrant you, I vvill not aduenture my diſcretion ſo weakly: Will you laugh me aſleepe, for I am very heavy.

Ant. Go ſleepe, and heare vs.

Alon. What, all ſo ſoone aſleepe? I wifh mine eyes

Would (with themſelues) ſut vp my thoughts, I finde they are inclin'd to do so.

Seb. Pleafe you Sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It ſildome viſits ſorrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter.

Ant.

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The Tempest.

Ant. We two my Lord, will guard your person,
While you take your rest, and watch your safety.
Alon'. Thank you : Wondrous heavy.
Seb. What a strange drowfines poſſeſſes them?
Ant. It is the quality o'th' Clymate.
Seb. Why
Doth it not then our eye-lids finke ? I finde
Not my ſelſe diſpo'd to sleep.
Ant. Nor I, my ſpirits are nimble :
They fell together all, as by conſent
They dropt, as by a Thunder-stroke : what might
Worthy Sebaffan? O, what might? no more :
And yet, me thinkes I ſee it in thy face,
What thou should'it be : th'occasion ſpeaks thee, and
My ſtrong imagination ſee's a Crowne
Dropping vpon thy head.

Seb. What? art thou waking?

Ant. Do you not heare me speaking?

Seb. I do, and ſurely

It is a sleepy Language; and thou ſpeak'st

Out of thy ſleepe: What is it thou didst ſay?

This is a ſtrange repofe, to be ſleepe.

With eyes wide open: ſtanding, ſpeaking, mouing :

And yet so ſaft ſaſſeepc.

Ant. Noble Sebaffian,

Thou let't thy fortune ſleepe : die rather : wink'it
Whiles thou art waking.

Seb. Thou do'ſt ſiore diſtinctly,

There's meaning in thy ſnores.

Ant. I am more ſerious then my cuſtome : you
Muff be ſo too, if heed me : which to do,
Trebbles thee o're.

Seb. Well: I am standing water.

Ant. Ile teach you how to flow.

Seb. Do ſo: to ebbe

Hereditary Sloth inſtructs me.

Ant. O!

If you but knew how you the purpose cheriſh
Whiles thus you mocke it : how in stripping it
You more inueſt it : ebbing men, indeed
(Moſt often) do ſo neere the bottome run
By their owne ſeare, or ſloth.

Seb. 'Pre-thee ſay on,

The fetting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throwes thee much to yeeld.

Ant. Thus Sir :

Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this
Who ſhall be of as little memory

When he is earth'd, hath here almoſt perſwaded
(For hee's a Spirit of perſwafion, onely

Proſeſſes to perſwade) the King his ſonne's aliume,
'Tis as impoſible that hee's vndrown'd;

As he that ſleepes heere, ſwims.

Seb. I have no hope

That hee's vndrown'd.

Ant. O, out of that no hope,

What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is
Another way fo high a hope, that euen.

Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond

But doubt diſcourey there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is droun'd.

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then tell me, who's the next heire of Naples?

Seb. Claribell.

Ant. She that is Queene of Twuia : ſhe that dwels

Ten leagues beyond mans life : ſhe that from Naples
Can haue no note, vnleſſe the Sun were poſt :
The Man i'th Moone's too ſlow, till new-borne chinas
Be rough, and Razor-able : ſhe that from whom
We all were ſea-ſwallow'd, though ſome caſt againe,
(And by that deſtiny) to performe an act
Whereof, what's paſt is Prologue; what to come
In yours, and my diſcharge.

Seb. What fluffe is this ? How ſay you?

'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis,
So is ſhe heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions
There is ſome ſpace.

Ant. A ſpace, whose eu'ry cubit
Seemes to cry out, how ſhall that Claribell
Meaſure vs backe to Naples ? keepe in Tunis,
And let Sebaffian wake. Say, this were death
That now hath ſeiz'd them, why they were no worse
Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples
As well as he that ſleepes: Lords, that can prate
As amply, and vnneceſſarily

As this Gonzallo: I my ſelſe could make

A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore

The minde that I do ; what a ſleepe were this

For your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me?

Seb. Me thinkes I do.

Ant. And how do's your content

Tender your owne good fortune?

Seb. I remember

You did ſupplant your Brotherth Prospero.

Ant. True:

And looke how well my Garments fit vpon me,
Much feater then before : My Brothers ſeruants
Were then my fellowes, now they are my men.

Seb. But for your confidence.

Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If'twere a kybe
'Twould put me to my ſlipper: But I ſeefe not
This Deity in my boſome: 'Twentie ſconciences
That ſland 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,
And melt ere they molleſt: Heere lies your Brother,
No better then the earth he lies vpon,
If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead):
Whom I with this obedient ſeele (three inches of it)
Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,
To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
This ancient morſell: this Sir Prudence, who
Should not vpbraide our course: for all the reſt
They'l take ſuggeſtion, as a Cat laps milke,
They'l tell the clocke, to any busineſſe that
We ſay|benefits the houre.

Seb. Thy cafe, deere Friend

Shall be my president : As thou got'ft Millaine,

I'le come by Naples : Draw thy ſword, one ſroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paieſt,
And I the King shall loue thee.

Ant. Draw together :
And when I reare my hand, do you the like
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word.

Enter Ariell with Muficke and Song.

Ariel. My Maſter through his Art foreſees the danger
That you (his friend) are in, and ſends me forth
(For elſe his proieſt dies) to keepe them liuing.

Sings in Gonzaloes eare.

While you here do ſnoaring lie,
Open-ey'd Confpiracie

His time doth take:

If

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If Life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber and beware.
Awake, awake.

Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine.

Gow. Now, good Angels preferue the King.

Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gen. What's the matter?

Seb. Whilest we tood here feuring your repofe,
(Euen now) we heard a hollow burft of bellowing
Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did not wake you?
It ftooke mine ear, moft terribly.

Alo. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monſter's care;
To make an earthquake: ſure it was the roare
Of a whole heard of Lyons.

Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?

Gen. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
(And that a strange one too) which did awake me:
I ſhak'd you Sir, and crie: as mine eyes opend,
I faw their weapons drawne: there was a noyſe,
That's verily: 'is beſt we ſtand vpon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.

Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further ſearch
For my poore ſonne.

Gen. Heauens keepe him from theſe Beaſts:

For he is ſure i'th Inland.

Alo. Lead away.

Ariel. Proſpero my Lord, shall know what I haue
So (King) goe safely on to ſeeke thy Son.
Excunt.

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noyſe of Thunder heard.)

Cal. All the inſedions that the Sunne fuckes vp
From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Proſper fall, and make him
By ynch-meale a diſeafe: his Spirits heare me,
And yet I needes muſt curſe. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,
Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke
Out of my way, vnleſſe he bid'em; but
For every trifle, are they fet vpon me,
Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which
Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues

Doe hſſe me into madneſſe: I. o, now Lo,
Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me

Trinculo. Enter
For bringing wood in flowly: I'le fall flat,
Perchance he will not minde me.

Tri. Here's neither buſh, nor shrub to beare off any
weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it
ſing i'th' winde: yond fame blacke cloud, yond huge
one, looks like a foule bumbard that would ſhed his
licquor: iſ it ſhould thunder, as it did before, I know
not where to hide my head: yond fame cloud cannot
choose but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here, a man,
or a fifth? dead or alie? a fifth, hee ſmels like a fifth: a
very ancient and fifh-like ſmell: a kinde of, r, of the

neweſt poore John: a ſtrange fifth: were I in England
now (as once I was) and had but this fifth painted; not
a holiday-foole there, but would give a peecce of filuer:
there, would this M. A. ter, make a man: any ſtrange
beaſt there, makes a man: when they will not giue a
doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to ſee
a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like
Armes: warme o' my troth: I doe now let loofe my o-
pinion: hold it no longer: this is no fifth, but an Inſan-
der, that hath lately ſuffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas,
the ſtorme is come againe: my beſt way is to creepe vn-
der his Gaberdine: there is no other ſhelter herea-
bout: Misery acquaints a man with ſtrange bedfel-
lowes: I will here ſhowd till the dregges of the ſtorme
be paſt.

Enter Stephano ſinging.

Ste. I ſhall no more to ſea, to ſea, here ſhall I dye aſoure.

This is a very ſcuruy tune to ſing at a mans

Funeral: well, here's my comfort.

Drinker. Sings. The Maſter, the Swabber, the Boate-Swaine & I;
The Gunner, and his Mate

Lo'nd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie,

But none of us card for Kate.

For ſhe had a tongue with a tang,

Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:

She low'd not the ſauour of Tar nor of Pitch,

Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere ſhe did itch.

Then to Sea Bojes, and let her goe hang.

This is a ſcuruy tune too:

But here's my comfort.

drinks. Cal. Doe not torment me: oh.

Ste. What's the matter?

Haue we duels here?

Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of
Inde? ha? I haue not ſcap'd drowning, to be aſcared
now of your ſoure legges: for it hath bin ſaid; as pro-
per a man as euer went on ſoure legs, cannot make him
giue ground: and it ſhall be ſaid to againe, while Ste-
phano breathes at' noſtrils.

Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh.

Ste. This is ſome Monſter of the Iſle, with ſoure legs;
who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell
should he 'earne our language? I will giue him ſome re-
lieue if it were but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe
him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Pre-
fent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-lea-
ther.

Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: We bring my
wood home faſter.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the
wisſet; hee ſhall talſe of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer
drunkne wine afore, it will goe neere to ſemoue his Fit:
if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take
too much for him; hee ſhall pay for him that hath him,
and that foundly.

Cal. Thou do'st me yet, but little hurt; thou wilt a-
non, I know it by thy trembling: Now Proſper workes
vpon thee.

Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here
is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your
mouth; this will ſhake your ſhaking, I can tell you, and
that foundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open
your chaps againe.

Tri. I should know that voyce:
It should be,

But

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But hee is dround; and these are diuels; O de-
fend me.

Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a moft delicate
Monſter: his forward voyce now is to ſpeake well of
his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule ſpeeches,
and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer
him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will
poure ſome in thy other mouth.

Tri. Stephano.

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy,mercy:
This is a diuell, and no Monſter: I will leaue him, I
have no long Spoone.

Tri. Stephano: if thou beeſt Stephano, touch me, and
ſpeake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not aſeard, thy
good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beeſt Trinculo: come forth: I'll pull thee by the leſser legges: if any be Trinculo's legges, these are they: Thou art very Trinculo; indeed: how cam'ſt thou to be the ſiège of this Moone-calſe? Can he vent Trinculo?

Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-ftrok; but art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee vnder the dead Moone. Calfes Gaberdine, for ſeare of the Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitanes ſcap'd?

Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my ſtomacke
is not conſtant.

Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not ſprights:
that's a braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will
kneele to him.

Ste. How did'ſt thou ſcape?

How cam'ſt thou hither?

Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'ſt hither: I eſcap'd
vpon a Bur of Sacke, which the Saylors heued o're-
boord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of
a Tree, with mine owne hands, ſince I was caſt a-
ſhore.

Cal. I'le ſweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true ſub-
ieſt, for the liquor is not earthly.

St. Heere: Iſweare then how thou eſcap'd dſt.

Tri. Swom aſhore (man) like a Ducke: I can ſwim
like a Ducke i'le be ſworne.

Ste. Here, kiffe the Booke.

Though thou canſt ſwim like a Ducke, thou art made
like a Goose.

Tri. O Stephano, ha'ſt any more of this?

Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke
by th'eaſide, where my Wine is hid:
How now Moone-Calſe, how do's thine Ague?

Cal. Ha'ſt thou not dropt from heauen?

Ste. Out o' th' Moone I doe aſſure thee. I was the
Man ith' Moone, when time was.

Cal. I haue ſeene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:
My Miftris ſhew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush.

Ste. Come, Iſweare to that: kiffe the Booke: I will
furniſh it anon with new Contents: Sweare.

Tri. By this good light, this is a very ſhallow Mon-
ſter: I aſeard of him? a very weake Monſter:
The Man ith' Moone?

A moſt poore載readous Monſter:

Well drawne Monſter, in good ſooth.

Cal. Ile ſhew thee euery fertill ynch o' th' Iſland: and
I will kiffe thy foote: I prethee be my god.

Tri. By this light, a moſt perſidious, and drunken
Monſter, when's god a ſleepe he'll rob his Bottle.

Cal. Ile kiffe thy foot. Ile ſweare my ſelfe thy Subieſt.

Ste. Come on then: downe and ſweare.

Tri. I shall laugh my ſelfe to death at this puppi-hea-
ded Monſter: a moſt ſcurie Monſter: I could finde in
my heart to beate him.

Ste. Come, kiffe.

Tri. But that the poore Monſter's in drinke:
An abhominable Monſter.

Cal. I'le ſhew thee the beſt Springs: I'le plucke thee
Berries: I'le ſiſh for thee; and get thee wood enough.
A plague vpon the Tyrant that I ſerue;
I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou
wondrous man.

Tri. A moſt rediculous Monſter, to make a wonder of
a poore drunkard.

Cal. I'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;
and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts;
how thou a Jayes neſt, and inſtruct thee how to ſnare
the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to cluſtring
Philbirtis, and ſometimes I'le get thee young Scamels
from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?

Ste. I prethee now lead the way without any more
talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company elfe
being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my
Bottle: Feilow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by a-
gaine.

Caliban Sings d'unkenly?

Farewell Maſter; farewell, farewell.

Tri. A howling Monſter: a drunken Monſter.

Cal. No more dams I'le make for ſiſh,
Nor ſeitch in firing, at requiring,
Nor ſcrape trenchering, nor wash diſh,
Dan'ban Cacal ban
Has a new Maſter, get a new Man.

Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome, freedome high-
day, freedome.

Ste. O braue Monſter; lead the way.

Exeunt.

Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.

Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)

Fer. There be ſome Sports are painful; & their labor
Delight in them ſet off: Some kindes of bafeſſe
Are nobly vndergon; and moſt poore matters
Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske
Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but
The Miftris which I ſerue, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours, pleafures: O She is
Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harſhneſſe. I muſt remoue
Some thouſands of theſe Logs, and pile them vp,
Vpon a ſore iniunction; my ſweet Miftris
Weepes when ſhe fees me worke, & ſaies, ſuch bafeſes
Had neuer like Executor: I forget:
But theſe ſweet thoughts, doe euen refresh my labours,

Moft buſe left, when I do it.

Enter Miranda and Prospero.

Mir. Alas, now pray you

Enter Miranda

and Prospero.

Worke not so hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt vp theſe Logs that you are enioynd to pile:
Pray ſet it downe, and reſt you: when this burnes
'T will weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father
Is hard at ſtudy; pray now reſt your ſelfe,

He's

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II

Hee's safe for these three hours.

Fer. O moſt deere Miftris,

The Sun will set before I shall discharge

What I must strite to do.

Mr. If you'll fit downe

Ile beare your Logges the while: pray give me that,
Ile carry it to the pile.

Fer. No precious Creature,

I had rather cracke my finewes, breake my backe,
Then you should fuch dishonor undergoe,
While I fit lazy by.

Mr. It would become me

As well as it do's you; and I should do it.

With much more eafe: for my good will is to it,
And yours it is againſt.

Fer. Poore worme thou art inſedted;

This viſitation ſhewes it.

Mr. You looke wearily.

Fer. No, noble Miftris, 'tis fresh morning with me
When you are by at night: I do beſeech you

Cheeſely, that I might let it in my prayers,

What is your name?

Mr. Miranda, O my Father,

I haue broke your heſt to ſay so.

Fer. Admit't Miranda,

Indeeade the top of Admiration, worth

What's deereft to the world: full many a Lady

I haue ey'd with beſt regard, and many a time

Th'harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage

Brought my too diligent eare: for ſeverall vertues

Hae I lik'd ſeverall women, neuer any

VWith so full ſoule, but ſome defect in her

Did quarrell with the nobleft grace ſhe ow'd,

And put it to the ſoile. But you, O you,

So perſect, and ſo peetſſe, are created

Of ſeuerie Creatures beſt.

Mr. I do not know

One of my ſexe; no womans ſace remembere,

Saue from my glaſſe, mine owne: Nor haue I ſeene

More that I may call men, then you good friend,

And my deere Father: how ſeemes he abroad

I am skilleſſe of; but by my modſtſtie

(The iewell in my dower) I would not wifh

Any Companion in the world but you :

Nor can imagination forme a ſhape

Besides your ſelfe, to like of: but I prattle

Something too wildly, and my Fathers precepts
I therein do forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition

A Prince (Miranda) I do thinke a King:

(I would not ſo) and would no more endure

This wodden ſlauerie, then to ſuffer

The fleſh-ſtie blow my mouth: heare my ſoule ſpeake.

The verie inflant that I faw you, did

My heart ſtie to your ſeruice, there refides.

To make me ſlaue to it, and for your ſake

Am I this patient Logge-man.

Mr. Do you loue me?

Fer. O heauen; O earth, beare witness to this found,
And crowne what I proſeſſe with kinde euent

If I ſpeake true: if hollowly, inuert

VWhat beſt is boaded me, to miſchieſe: I.

Beyond all limit of what eſſe it world :

Do loue, prize, honor you.

Mr. I am a ſoole

To weepce at what I am glad of.

Pro. Faire encounter

Of two moſt rare affections: heauen raine grace

On that which breeds betweene 'em.

Fer. VWherefore weepe you?

Mr. At mine vnworthineſſe, that dare not offer

VWhat I defire to giue; and much leſſe take

VWhat I ſhall die to want: But this is trifling,

And all the more it keekes to hide it ſelfe,

The bigger bulke it ſhewes. Hence bafthfull cunning,

And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.

I am your wife, if you will marrie me;

If not, Ile die your maid : to be your fellow

You may denie me, but Ile be your ſeruant

VVhether you will orno.

Fer. My Miftris (deereſt)

And I thus humble euer.

Mr. My husband then?

Fer. I, with a heart as willing

As bondage ere ofreede: heere's my hand.

Mr. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel
Till halſe an houre hence.

Fer. A thouſand, thouſand.

Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be,

VWho are surpriz'd with all; but my reioycing

At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke,

For yet ere ſupper time, muſt I performe

Much buſineſſe appertaining.

Exeunt.

Exis.

## Scena Secunda.

Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.

Ste. Tell not me, when the But is out we will drinke water, not a drop before; therefore beare vp, & boord em' Seruant Monſter, drinke to me.

Trin. Seruant Monſter? the folly of this Iland, they
ſay there's but ſiue vpon this Ile; we are three of them,
if th' other two be brain'd like vs, the State totters.

Ste. Drinke ſeruant Monſter when I bid thee, thy
eies are almoſt ſet in thy head.

Trin. VWhere should they bee ſet elſe? hee were a
braue Monſter indeede if they were ſet in his taile.

Ste. My man-Monſter hath drownd'd his tongue in
ſacke: for my part the Sea cannot drowne me, I ſwam
ere I could recover the shore, ſiue and thirtie Leagues
off and on, by this light thou ſhalt bee my Lieutenant
Monſter, or my Standard.

Trin. Your Lieutenant if you lift, hee's no ſtandard.

Ste. VVeel not run Monſieur Monſter.

Trin. Nor go neither: but you'l lie like dogs, and yet
ſay nothing neither.

Ste. Moone-calſe, ſpeak once in thy life, if thou beſt a
good Moone-calſe.

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me licke thy ſhooe:
Ile not ferue him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou lieth moſt ignorant Monſter, I am in caſe
to iſtuffe a Conſtable: why, thou deboſt'd Fifth thou,
was there euer man a Coward, that hath drunk ſo much
Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell a monſtrous lie, being
but halſe a Fifth, and halſe a Monſter?

Cal. Lo, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him my
Lord?

Cal.

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Trin. Lord, quoth he ? that a Monster should be such a Natural?

Cal. Loe, loe againe: bite him to death I prethee.

Ste. Trinculo, keepe a good tongue in your head: If you proue a mutineere, the next Tree the poore Monster's subiect, and he shall not suffer indignity.

Cal. I thank ye my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once againe to the suite I made to thee?

Ste. Many will I: kneele, and repeat it, I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Enter Ariell invisible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am subiect to a Tirant, A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me Of the Island.

Ariell. Thou lyeft.

Cal. Thou lyeft, thou ieſting Monkey thou : I would my valiant Maſter would deſtroy thee. I do not lye.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I faid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more: proceed.

Cal. Ifay by Sorcery he got this Ille

From me, he got it. If thy Greatneſſe will Reuenge it on him, (for I know thou dar'st) But this Thing dare not.

Ste. That's moſt certaine.

Cal. Thou ſhalt be Lord of it, and He ferue thee.

Ste. How now ſhall this be compaſſ?

Canſt thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea my Lord, I le y eeld him thee ſleepe, Where thou maſſt kno ecke a naile into his head.

Ariell. Thou lyeſt, thou canſt not.

Cal. What a py' de Ninnie's this? Thou feuruy patch: I do beſeech thy Greatneſſe giue him blowes, And take his bottle from him: When that's gone, He shall drinke nought but brine, for I le not ſhew him Where the quicke Prefhes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: Interrupt the Monſter one word further, and by this hand, I le turne my meſcle out o'doores, and make a Stockſhield of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing.

Ile go farther off.

Ste. Didst thou not ſay helyed?

Ariell. Thou lyeſt.

Ste. Do I ſo ? Take thow that,

As you like this, giue me the lye another time.

Trin. I'd not glue the lye: Out o' your wittes, and hearing too?

A pox o' your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo: A murren on your Monſter, and the diuell take your fingers.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha.

Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee ſtand further off.

Cal. Beate him enough: after a little time I le beate him too.

Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a cuitome with him Th' afternoon to sleepe: there thou maſſt braine him, Hauing firet ſel'd his booke: Or with a logge Batter his skull, or panch him with a stake, Or cut his weazand with thy knife. Remember First to poſſeſſe his Bookes; for without them

Hee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath not One Spirit to command: they all do hate him As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes, He ha's braue Vtenſils (for so he calles them)

He ha's braue Vtenſils (for so he calles them)
Which when he ha's a house, hee'l decke withall.
And that moſt deeply to confider, is

The beautie of his daughter : he himselfe

Cals her a non-parerell: I nener ſaw a woman

But onely Sycorax my Dam, and the

But she as farre ſurpaſſeth Sycorax,

As great'ft do's leaſt.

Ste. Is it ſo braue a Latt

Cal. I Lord, ſhe will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth braue brood.

Ste. Monſter, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be King and Queene, ſaue our Graces: and Trinculo and thy ſelfe shall be Vice-royes:

Doth thou like the plot Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Giue me thy hand, I am forſty I beate thee:

But while thou liu'nt keepe a good tongue in thy head.

Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be ſleepe, Wilt thou deſtroy him then?

Ariell. This will I tell my Maſter.

Cal. Thou mak'ſt me merry: I am full of pleasure, Let vs beocond. Will you trouble the Catch You taught me but whileare?

Ste. At thy requeſt Monſter, I will do reaſon,

Any reaſon: Come on Trinculo, let vs ſing.
Sings:

Flout 'em, and cost 'em: and skow 'em, and flout 'em, Thought is free.

Cal. That's not the tune.

Ariell plaies the tune on a Talor and Pipe.

Ste. What is this fame?

Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the picture of No-body.

Ste. If thou beeaſt a man, ſhew thy ſelfe in thy likenes: If thou beeaſt a diuell, take't as thou lift.

Trin. O forgive me my finnes.

Ste. He that dies payes all debts: I define thee; Mercy vpon vs.

Cal. Arc thou affeare ?

Ste. No Monſter, not I.

Cal. Be not affeare, the Ille is full of noyſes, Sounds, and fweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not: Sometimes a thouſand twangling Inſtruments Will hum about mine eares; and ſometime voices, That if I then had wak'd after long ſleepe, Will make me ſleep againe, and then in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and ſhew riches Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd I cri'de to dreame againe.

Ste. This will proue a braue kingdome to me, Where I shall haue my Muficke for nothing.

Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd.

Ste. That shall be by and by:
I remember the ſtorie.

Trin. The found is going away.
Let us follow it, and after do our worke.

Ste. Leade Monſter,

Wee'l follow: I would I could fee this Taber, He layes it on.

Trin. Wilt come?

Ile follow Stephano.

Exeunt
Scena

The Tempest.

13

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzallo, Adrian, Francisco, &c.

Gon. By't lakin, I can goe no further, Sir,
My old bones akes: here's a mazet rod indeede
Through fourth rights, & Meanders: by your patience,
I needes muft reft me.

Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who, am my selfe attach'd with wearineſſe
To th'dulling of my ſpirits: Sit downe, and reft:
Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it
No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd
Whom thus we fitray to finde, and the Sea mocks
Our fruſtrate ſearch on land: well, let him goe.

Ant. I am right glad, that he's ſo out of hope:
Doe not for one repulſe ſorg ſe the purpole
That you reſolu'd t' effect.

Seb. The next aduantage will we take throughly.

Ant. Let it be to night,

For now they are oppreſſ'd with trauaile, they
Will not, nor cannot vie ſuch vigilance
As when they are fresh.

Solemne and ſtrange Muſicke: and Prosper on the top (inui-
ſible: ) Enter ſeverall ſtrange ſhapes, bringing in a Banket;
and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations, and
inuiting the King, &c. to eate, they depart.

Seb. I fay to night: no more.

Al. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke.

Gon. Maruellous ſwef Muſicke.

Alo. Giue vs kind keepers, heaués: what were theſe?

Seb. A liuing Drolerie: now I will bebelee

That there are Vincornes: that in Arabia

There is one Tree, the Phoenix throne, one Phoenix
At this houre reigning there.

Ant. Ile bebelee both:

And what do's elle want: credit, come to me

And Ile beſworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye,
Though fooles at home condemne em'.

Gon. If in Naples

I ſhould report this now, would they bebelee me?

If I ſhould ſay I ſaw ſuch Islands;

(For certes, theſe are people of the Island)

Who though they are of monſtrous ſhape, yet note

Their manners are more gentle, kinde, then of
Our humaine generation you ſhall finde

Many, nay almost any.

Pro. Honeſt Lord,

Thou haſt faid well: for ſome of you there preſent;
Are weſte then diuels.

Al. I cannot too much muſe

Such ſhapes, ſuch geſture, and ſuch found expreſſing
(Although they want the vſe of tongue) a kinde
Of excellent dumbe diſcourſe.

Pro. Praise in departing.

Fr. They vaniſhed ſtrangely.

Seb. No matter, ſince

(macks.

They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue ſto-
Wilt pleafe you take of what is here?

Alo. Not I.

(Boyes)

Gon. Faith Sir, you neede not ſeare: when wee were
Who would bebelee that there were Mountayneeres,
Dew-lapt, like Buls, whoſe throats had hanging at'em
Wallets of ſleth? or that there were ſuch men

Whofe heads ſtood in their breſts? which now we finde
Each putter out of fine for one, will bring vs.
Good warrant of a.

Al. I will ſtand to, and ſeede,
Although my laſt, no matter, ſince I ſeele
The beſt is paſt: brother: my Lord, the Duke,
Stand too, and doe as we.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpe) claps his wings upon the Table, and with a quiens denice the Banquet vanishes.

Ar. You are three men of fine, whom deſtiny
That hath to inſtrument this lower world,
And what is not: the neuer ſurfeited Sea,
Hath caus'd to belch vp you; and on this Island,
Where man doth not inhabit, you'mongſt men,
Being moſt vnſit to liue: I haue made you mad;
And euen with ſuch like valour, men hang, and droune
Their proper ſelues: you ſooleſ, I and my ſellowes
Are minifters of Fate, the Elements
Of whom your ſwords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud windes, or with bemockt-at-Stabs
Kill the full cloſing waters, as diminih
One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow minifters
Are like-invulnerable: if you could hurt,
Your ſwords are now too mafle for your ſtrengths,
And will not be vplifted: But remember
(For that's my buſineſſe to you) that you three
From Millame did ſupplant good Prospero,
Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it)
Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed,
The Powres, delaying (not forgetting) haue
Incens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures
A gainſt your peace: Thee of thy Sonne, Alonſo
They haue bereſt; and doe pronounce by me
Lingring perdition (worſe then any death
Can be at once) ſhall ſtep, by ſtep attend
You, and your wayes, whoſe wraths to guard you from,
Which here, in this moſt defolate Iſle, elle ſals
Vpon your heads, is nothing but hearts-forrow,
And a cleere life enſuing.

He vanishes in Thunder: then (to left) Muſicke.) Enter the
shapes againe, and dance (with mockes and mowes) and
carrying out the Table.

Pro. Braely the figure of this Harpie, haſt thou
Perform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring;
Of my Inſtructiune, haſt thou nothing bated
In what thou ha'dt to ſay: ſo with good life,
And obſeruation ſtrange, my meaner minifters
Their ſeverall kinde haue done: my high charmeſs work,
And theſe (mine enemies) are all knit vp
In their diſtractions: they now are in my powre;
And in theſe fits, I leaue them, while I viſit

Yong Ferdinand (whom they ſuppofe is droun'd)
And his, and mine lou'd darling.

Gon. I'ch name of ſomething holy, Sir, why ſtand you
In this ſtrange ſtare?

Al. O, it is monſtrous: monſtrous:
Me thought the billowes ſpoke, and told me of it,
The windes did ſing it to me: and the Thunder
(That deepe and dreadfull Organ-Pipe) pronoun'd:
The name of Proſper: it did bafe my Trefpaffe,
Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; and
I'le feeke him deeper then ere plummet founded,
And with him there lye mudded.

Seb. But one ſeend at a time,

Ile fight their Legions ore.

B

Exit.

Ant.

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The Tempest.

Ant. Ile be thy Second.

Exeunt.

Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt
(Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after)
Now gins to bite the spirits: I doe befeech you
(That are of suppler ioynts) follow them swiftly,
And hinder them from what this extatice

May now prouoke them to.

Ad. Follow, I pray you.

Exeunt omnes.

## Actius Quartus. Scena Prima.

Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.

Pro. If I haue too auferely punиш'd you,
Your compulacion makes amends, for I
Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,
Or that for which I line: who, once againe
I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou
Haft strangely fiood the teft: here, afore heauen
I ratifie this my rich guilt: O Ferdinand,
Doe not smile at me, that I boast her of,
For thou fhalt finde ſhe will out-ftrip all praisc
And make it halt, behinde her.

Fer. I doe beleeue it

Against an Oracle.

Pro. Then, as my gueſt, and thine owne acquifition
Worthily puchas'd, take my daughter: But
If thou do'ſt breake her Virgin-knot, before
All ſanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy right, be minifired,
No sweet aſperſion ſhall the heauens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barraine hate,
Sower-ey'd diſdaine, and diſcord ſhall beſtrew
The vnion of your bed, with weedes ſo loathly
That you ſhall hate it both: Therefore take heede,
As Hymens Lamps ſhall light you.

Fer. As I hope

For quiet dayes, faire Iſſue, and long life,
With ſuch loue, as't is now the murkier ſen,
The moſt o'portune place, the ſtrongest ſuggeſſion,
Our worſer Gemus can, ſhall neuer melt
Mine honor into luſt, to take away
The edge of that dayes celebration,
When I ſhall thinke, or Phabes Steeds are founderd,
Or Night kept chain'd below.

Pro. Fairely ſpoke ;

Sit then, and talke with her, ſhe is thine owne;

What Ariell; my induſtrious ſeruat Ariell. Enter Ariell.

Ar. What would my potent mafter ? here I am.

Pro. Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your laft ſeruice
Did worthily performe : and I muſt vſe you
In ſuch another tricke: goe bring the rabble
(Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place:
Incite them to quicke motion, for I muſt
Beflow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promife,
And they expect it from me.

Ar. Presently ?

Pro. I: with a twincke.

Ar. Before you can ſay come, and goe,

And breathe twice; and cry, so, so:
Each one tripping on his Toe,
Will be here with mop, and mowe,
Doe you loue me Master? no?

Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach
Till thou do'ſt heare me call.

Ar. Well: I conceiue.

Exit.

Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance

Too much the raigne: the ſtrongest oathes, are ſtraw
To th' fire ith' blood: be more abſtenious,

Or eſſe good night your vow.

Fer. I warrant you, Sir,

The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart
Abates the ardour of my Liuer.

Pro. Well.

Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary,
Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly. Soft muſick.
No tongue: all eyes: be ſilent. Enter Ivis.

Ir. Ceres, moſt bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas
Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Peaſe;
Thy Turprie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,
And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:
Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims
Which ſpungie Aprill, at thy heſt betrimms;

To make cold Nymphes chafct crownes; & thy broome-
Whofe ſhadow the diſmiffed Batchelor loues, (groues)
Being laſſe-lorne: thy pole-clip't vineyard,
And thy Sea-marge firrile, and rocke-hard,
Where thou thy ſelfe do'ſt ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,
Whofe watry Arch, and meſſenger, am I.

Bids thee leauë theſe, & with her ſoueraigne grace, Inno
Here on this graſſe-plot, in this very place descends.

To come, and ſport : here Peacocks flye amaine :

Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.

Enter Ceres.

Cer. Haile, many-coloured Meſſenger, that nere
Do'ſt diſobey the wife of Jup iſter :

Who, with thy faſſon wings, vpon my flowres
Diffuseſt hony drops, refreshing ſhowres,
And with each end of thy blew bowe do'ſt crowne
My boskie acres, and my vnſhrubd downe,
Rich ſcarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene
Summond me lither, to this ſhort gras'd Greene?

Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,
And ſome donation freely to eitate

On the bles'd Louers.

Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe,
If Venuſ or her Sonne, as thou do'ſt know,
Doe now attend the Queene? ſince they did plot
The meanes, that duskie Diu, my daughter got,
Her, and her blind-Boyes ſcandald company,
I have forſworne.

Ir. Of her ſocieſt

Be not afraid: I met her deithe

Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son
Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to haue done
Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,
Whofe vowes are, that no bed-right ſhall be paid
Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine,

Marſes hot Minion is returnd againe,
Her waſpife headed ſonne, has broke his arrowes,
Swears he will ſhoote no more, but play with Sparrows,
And be a Boy right out.

Car. Higheft Queene of State,
Great Inno comes, I know her by her gate,

Iu. How do's my bounteous ſifter ? goe with me
To bleſſe this twaine, that they may p[ro]ſperous be,
And honour in their Iſſue.
They Sing.

Iu. Honor, riches, marriage, bleſſing,
Long continuance, and encreaſing,
Houſely ioyes, be ſtill upon you,

Inno

The Tempest.

15

Iuno fings her bleffing on you now,
Earths increase, foyz on plentie,
Barnes, and Gairnes, neuer empty.
Vnes, with cluſtring bunches growing,
Plants, wttb goodly burthen bowing:
Spring come to you at the fartheſt,
In the very end of Harneſt.
Scarcity and want ſhall fly you,
Ceres bleſſing ſo is on you.

Fer. This is a molſt maieſticke vifion, and Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold To thinke theſe spirits?

Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art I haue from their confines call'd to enaſt My preſent fancies.

Fer. Let me haue here euer,
So rare a wondred Father, and a wife
Makes this place Paradife.

Pro. Sweet now, filence:
Iuno and Ceres whifher ſeriously,
There's ſomething eſſe to do: huff, and be mute
Or eſſe our spell is mar'd.

Iuno and Ceres whifher, and ſend Iris on employment.
Iris. You Nimphes cald Nayades of ſ winding brooks,
With your ſedg'd crownes, and euer-harmeleſſe looks,
Leave your criſpe channels, and on this greene-Land
Anſwere your ſummons. Iuno do's command.
Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate
A Contraſt of true Loue: be not too late.

Enter Certaïne Nimphes.

You Sun-burn'd Sicklemples of Auguſt weary,
Come hether from the ſurrow, and be merry,
Make holly day: your Rye-ſtaw hats put on,
And the ſheth freſh Nimphes encounter euery one
In Country footing.

Enter certaïne Reapers (properly habited : ) they soyne with the Nimphes, in a gracefull dance, towards the end whereof, Proſpero ſtarts ſodainly and ſpeakes, after which to a ſtrange hollow and confused noſe, they beauly vanifh.

Pro. I had forgot that ſoule conspiracy Of the beaſt Caliban, and his confederates
Againſt my life: the minute of their plot
Is almost come: Well done, auoid: no more.

Fer. This is ſtrange: your fathers in ſome paſſion That workes him ſtrongly.

Mr. Neuer till this day
Saw I him touch'd with anger, ſo diftemper'd.

Pro. You doe looke (my ſon) in a mou'd ſore,
As if you were diſmaide: be cheerefull Sir,
Our Reuelſ now are ended: Theſe our aſtors,
(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,
And like the bafeſſele ſ fabrice of this viſion
The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,
The ſolemne Temples, the great Globe it ſelfe,
Yea, all which it inherit, ſhall diſſoluſe,
And like this inſubſtantiall Pageant ſaded
Leaue not a racke behinde: we are ſuch ſtuffe
As dreames are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a ſleepe: Sir, I am vext,
Beare with my weakenſe, my old braine is troubled:
Be not diſſurb'd with my infirmitie,
If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,
And there repofe, a turne or two, Ile walke
To ſtill nty beating minde.

Fer. Mr. We wifh your peace.

Exit.

Pro. Come with a thought; I thank theſe Ariell: come. Enter Ariell.

Ar. Thy thoughts I cleau to, what's thy pleafure?

Pro. Spitit: We muſt prepare to meet with Caliban.

Ar. I my Commander, when I preſented Ceres
I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd
Leaſt I might anger thee.

Pro. Say again, where didst thou leaue theſe varlots?

Ar. I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking,
So full of valour, that they ſmote the aſre
For breathing in their faces: beate the ground
For kifſing of their feete; yet alwaies bending
Towards their proieſt: then I beate my Tabor,
At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,
Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their noſes
As they ſmelt muſſicke, ſo I charn'd their eares
That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briars, ſharpe ſirzes, pricking goſe, & thorns,
Which entred their fraile ſkins: at laſt I left them
I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,
There dancing vp to th'chins, that the fowle Lake
Ore-flunk their feet.

Pro. This was well done (my bird)
Thy ſhape inuible retaine thou ſtill:
The trumpery in my houſe, goe bring it hither
For frale to catch theſe theeues. Ar. I go, I goe. Exit.

Pro. A Deuill, a berne-Deuill, on whose nature
Nurture can neuer ſliffe: on whom my paines
Humanely taken, all, all loft, quite loft,
And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,
So his minde cankers: I will plague them all,
Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.

Enter Ariell, loaden with glifſtering apparell, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.

Cal. Pray you tread ſoftly, that the blinde Mole may
not heare a foot ſall: we now are neere his Cell.

St. Monſter, your Fairies, w you ſay is a harmles Fairy,
Has done little better then plaid the Lacie with vs.

Trim. Monſter, I do ſmell all horſe-piſſe, at which
My noſe is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monſter: If I should
Take a diſpleasure againſt you: Looke you.

Trim. Thou wert but a loft Monſter.

Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour ſtill,
Be patient, for the prize Ile bring them too
Shall hudwinke this miſchance: therefore ſpeake ſoftly,
All's hufft as midnight yet.

Trim. I, but to louce our bottles in the Poole.

Ste. There is not onely diſgrace and diſhonor in that
Monſter, but an infinite loffe.

Tr. That's more to me then my wetting:
Yet this is your harmleſſe Fairy, Monſter.

Ste. I will fetch off my bottle,
Though I be o're eares for my labour.

Cil. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. See ſt thou heere
This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noſe, and enter :
Do that good miſcheeſe, which may make this Iſland
Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban
For aye thy foot-licker.

Ste. Giue me thy hand,
I do begin to haue bloody thoughts.

Trim. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worty Stephano,
Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee.

Cal. Let it alone thou fool, it is but trath.

Tri. Oh, ho, Monſter; wee know what belongs to a
frippery, O King Stephano.

B 2

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The Tempest.

Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand I haue that gowne.

Tri. Thy grace shall haue it. (meane

Cal. The dropie drowne this foole, what doe you To doate thus on such luggage ? let's alone And doe the murther firſt: if he awake, From toe to crowne hee'll fill our skins with pinches, Make vs ſtrange fluffe.

Ste. Be you quiet (Monſter) Miftris line, is not this my Ierkin? now is the Ierkin under the line: now Ierkin are like to loſe your haire, &proue a bald Ierkin.

Trim. Doe, doe; we ſteale by lyne and leuell, and't like your grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that ieſt; heer's a garment for't: Wit shall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent paffe 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 haue none on't: we shall loose our time, And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes.

With foreheads villanous low.

Ste. Monſter, lay to your fingers: help to beare this away, where my hog head of wine is, or Ile turne you out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this.

Tri. And this.

Ste. I, and this.

A noſſe of Hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits in ſhape of Dogs and Hounds, hunting them about: Proſpero and Ariel sitting them on.

Pro. Hey Mountaine, hey.

Ari. Siluer: there it goes; Siluer.

Pro. Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke. Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts With dry Convultions, ſhorten vp their ſinewes With aged Cramps, & more pinch-spotted make them, Then Pard, or Cat o' Mountaine.

Ari. Harke, they rore.

Pro. Let them be hunted foundly: At this houre Lies at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little Follow, and doe me ſeruice.

Exeunt.

## Actus quintus: Scena Prima.

Enter Proſpero (in his Magiſcic robes) and Ariel.

Pro. Now do's my Proicet gather to a head: My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obey, and Time Goes vpright with his carriage: how's the day?

Ar. On the fixt hower, at which time, my Lord You faid our worke should ceafe.

Pro. I did ſay so,

When firſt Irais'd the Tempeſt: ſay my Spirit, How fares the King, and's followers?

Ar. Confin'd together
In the fame ſashion, as you gaue in charge,
Iuſt as you left them; all prifoners Sir
In the Line-groue which weather-fends your Cell,
They cannot boudgetill your reſeafe: The King,
His Brother, and yours, abide all three diſtraſted,
And the remainder mourning ouer them,
Brim full of ſorrow, and diſmay: but chiefly

Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzalo, His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops From caues of reeds: your charm so strongly works'em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.

Pro. Doſt thou thinke so, Spirit ?

Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane.

Pro. And mine shall,

Haſt thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling Of their affiſions, and ſhall not my ſelfe, One of their kinde, that reſſill all as sharply, Paffion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art? Thogh with their high wrongs I am ſtook to th'quick, Yet, with my nobler reaſon, gainſt my ſurie
Doe I take part: the rarer Action is In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent, The ſole drift of my purpofe doth extend Not a ſrowne further: Goe, releaſe them Ariel, My Charmes Ile breake, their ſences Ile restore, And they ſhall be themſelues.

Ar. Ile fetch them, Sir.

Exit.

Pro. Ye Elues of hils, brooks, ſtading lakes and groues, And ye, that on the fands with printleſſe foote Doe chafe the ebbing-Neptune, and doe flie him When he comes backe: you demy-Puppets, that By Moone-shine doe the greene fowre Ringlets make, Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, whole paftime Is to make midnight-Muſhumps, that reioyce To heare the ſolme ne Curſewe, by whole ayde (Weake Maſters though ye be) I haue bedym'd The Noone-tide Sun, cal'd forth the mutenous windes, And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vault Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder Hauſe I guen fire, and rıſed Jones flowt Oke With his owne Bolt: The ſtrong bafs'd promontorie Hauſe I made ſhake, and by the spurs pluckt vp The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command Hauſ wak'd their ſleepers, op'd, and let'em forth By my ſo potent Art. But this rough Magiſke I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd Some heauenly Muſiſke (which euen now I do) To worke mine end upon their Sences, that This Arie-charme is for, I'le breake my ſtaffe, Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth, And deeper then did euer Plummet found Ile drowne my booke.

Solemne muſiſke.

Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alonſo with a frantiche ge-
ſture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebaffian and Anthonio
like manner attended by Adrian and Francisco: They all
enter the circle which Proſpero had made, and there ſtand
charm'd: which Proſpero obſerving, ſkeakes.

A ſolme ne Ayre, and the beſt comforter,
To an vnſetled fancie, Cure thy braines,
(Now vſeleſſe) boile within thy skull: there ſtand
For you are Spell-ſtopt.
Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man,
Mine eyes ev'n ſociable to the ſhow of thine
Fall fellowly drops: The charme diſſolues apace,
And as the morning ſteales vpon the night
(Melting the darkenſe) ſo their rıſing ſences
Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their cleerer reaſon. O good Gonzallo.
My true preferuer, and a loyall Sir,
To him thou follow'ſt; I will pay thy graces
Home both in word, and deede: Moſt cruelly

Didſt

["The Tempeſt.", "17", "Did thou *Alonſo*, vse me, and my daughter :", "Thy brother was a furtherer in the Aſt,", "Thou art pinch'd for't now *Sebastian*. Fleſh, and bloud,", "You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition,", "Expell'd remorſe, and nature, whom, with *Sebastian*", "(Whofe inward pincheths therefore are moſt ſtrong)", "Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee,", "Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderstanding", "Begins to ſwell, and the approaching tide.", "Will ſhortly fill the reaſonable ſhore", "That now ly foule, and muddy : not one of them", "That yet looks on me, or would know me: *Ariell*,", "Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell,", "I will diſcaſe me, and my ſelfe preſent.", "As I was sometime *Millaine*: quickly Spirit,", "Thou ſhalt ere long be free.", "*Ariell* ſings, and helps to attirme hims.", "Where the Bee ſucks, there ſuck I,", "In a Cow/lips bell, I lie,", "There I coweh when Owles doe crie,", "On the Batts backe I doe ſiue", "after Sommer merrily.", "Merrily, merrily, *shall I lide now,*", "*Vnder the blossoms that hangs on the Bow.*", "*Pro.* Why that's my dainty *Ariell*: I *shall miffie*", "Thee, but yet thou ſhalt haue freedome: ſo, ſo, ſo.", "To the Kings ſhip, inuſible as thou art,", "There ſhalt thou finde the Marriners aſleepe", "Vnder the Hatches : the Maſter and the Boat-ſwaine", "Being awake, enforce them to this place;", "And preſently, I pre'thee.", "*Ar.* I drinke the aire before me, and returne", "Or ere your pulſe twice beat.", "Exit.", "*Gon.* All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement", "Inhabiteth heere: ſome heauenly power guide vs", "Out of this ſarefull Country.", "*Pro.* Behold Sir King", "The wronged Duke of *Millaine*, *Prospero*:", "For more alluſurance that a liuing Prince", "Do's now ſpeak to thee, I embrace thy body,", "And to thee, and thy Company, I bid", "A hearty welcome.", "*Alo.* Where thou beest if he or no,", "Or ſome inchaſted trifle to abufe me,", "(As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulſe", "Beats as of fleſh, and blood: and ſince I ſaw thee,", "Th' afflaction of my minde amends, with which", "I ſeare a madneſſe held me: this muſt crac", "(And if this be at all) a moſt ſtrange ſtory.", "Thy Dukedome I refiſe, and doe entreat", "Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how ſhould *Prospero*", "Be liuing, and be heere?", "*Pro.* First, noble Frend,", "Let me embrace thine age, whose ſhonor cannot", "Beneaui'd, or confin'd.", "*Gonz.* Whether this be,", "Or be not, I'le not ſweare.", "*Pro.* You do yet raiſe", "Some ſubtleties o'th'ſle, that will nor let you", "Beleeue things certaine: Welcome, my friends all,", "But you, my brace of Lords, were I ſo minded", "I heere could plucke his Highneſſe ſrowne upon you", "And iuſtify you Traitors: at this time", "I will tell no tales.", "*Seb.* The Divell ſpeakes in him:", "*Pro.* No:", "For you (moſt wicked Sir) whom to call brother", "Would euen infect my mouth, I do forgiue", "Thy rankeſt fault; all of them: and require", "My Dukedome of thee, which, perſorce I know", "Thou muſt restore.", "*Alo.* If thou beest *Prospero*", "Giu'e vs particulars of thy preferuation,", "How thou haſt met vs heere, whom three howres ſince", "Were wrackt upon this ſhore? where I haue loſt", "(How sharp the point of this remembrance is)", "My deere ſonne *Ferdinand*.", "*Pro.* I am woe for't, Sir.", "*Alo.* Irreparable is the loſſe, and patience", "Saies, it is paſt her cure.", "*Pro.* I rather thinke", "You haue not fought her helpe, of whose ſoft grace", "For the like loſſe, I haue her ſoueraigne aid,", "And reſt my ſelfe content.", "*Alo.* You the like loſſe?", "*Pro.* As great to me, as late, and ſupportable", "To make the deere loſſe, haue I meanes much weaker", "Then you may call to comfort you, for I", "Haue loſt my daughter.", "*Alo.* A daughter?", "Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in *Nalpes*", "The King and Queene there, that they were, I wifh", "My ſelfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed", "Where my ſonne lies: when did you loſe your daughter?", "*Pro.* In this laſt Tempeſt. I percieue theſe Lords", "At this encounter doe ſo much admire,", "That they deuoure their reaſon, and ſearce thinke", "Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words", "Are naturall breath: but how ſoever you haue", "Beene iuſtled from your fences, know for certain", "That my *Prosero*, and that very Duke", "Which was thurſt forth of *Millaine*, who moſt ſtrangely", "Vpon this ſhore (where you were wrackt) was landed", "To be the Lord on't: No more yet of this,", "For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day,", "Not a relation for a break-ſaſt, nor", "Beſitting this firſt meeting: Welcome, Sir;", "This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants,", "And Subieſt none abroad: pray you looke in:", "My Dukedome ſince you haue given me againe,", "I will requite you with as good a thing,", "At leaſt bring forth a wonder, to content ye", "As much, as me my Dukedome.", "*Here Prospero discouers *Ferdinaud* and *Miranda*, play-ing at Cheſſe.*", "*Mr.* Sweet Lord, you play me ſalſe.", "*Fer.* No my deareſt loue,", "I would not for the world.", "(wrangle,", "*Mr.* Yes, for a ſcore of Kingdomes, you should", "And I would call it faire play.", "*Alo.* If this proue", "A vifion of the Iſland, one deere ſonne", "Shall I twice loſſe.", "*Seb.* A moſt high miracle.", "*Fer.* Though the Seas threaten they are merciſull,\nI haue curs'd them without cauſe.", "*Alo.* Now all the bleſſings", "Of a glad father, compaſſe thee about:", "Aſtife, and ſay how thou cam't heere.", "*Mr.* O wonder!", {"bbox": [465, 1320

18

The Tempest.

That has such people in't.

Pro. 'Tis new to thee.

(play?)

Alo. What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at
Your eld'ft acquaintance cannot be three houres :
Is she the goddesse that hath feuer'd vs,
And brought vs thus together?

Fer. Sir, she is mortall;

But by immortal prouidence, she's mine;
I chose her when I could not aske my Father
For his aduife: nor thought I had one: She
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine,
Of whom, so often I haue heard renowne,
But neuer saw before: of whom I haue
Receiu'd a second life; and second Father
This Lady makes him to me.

Alo. I am hers.

But O, how odly will it found, that I
Must aske my childe forgiueneſſe?

Pro. There Sir (top

Let vs not beurthen our remembrances, with
A heauineſſe that's gon.

Gon. I haue inly wept,

Or should haue spoke ere this: looke downe you gods
And on this couple drop a blessed crowne;
For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the way
Which brought vs hither.

Alo. I say Amen, Gonzallo.

Gon. Was Millaine thrust from Millaine, that his Issue
Should become Kings of Naples? O reioyce
Beyond a common ioy, and fet it downe
With gold on lasting Pillers: In one voyage
Did Claribell her husband finde at Tunis,

And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife,
Where he himselfe was loft: Prospero, his Dukedome
In a poore Isle: and all of vs, our felues,
When no man was his owne.

Alo. Give me your hands:

Let griefe and sorrow still embrace your heart,
That doth not wifh you ioy.

Gon. Be it so, Amen.

Enter Ariell, with the Maſter and Boatswaine
amaz'd following.

O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs:
I prophesied, if a Gallowes were on Land.

This fellow could not drowne: Now blasphemy,
That I wear't Grace ore-boord, not an oath on shore,
Haft thou no mouth by land?

What is the newes?

Bot. The best newes is, that we haue safely found
Our King, and company: The next: our Ship,
Which but three glaſſes ſince, we gaue our ſplitt,
Is tyce, and yare, and braely rig'd, as when
We firſt put out to Sea.

Ar. Sir, all this feruice
Hae I done ſince I went.

Pro. My trickſey Spirit.

Alo. These are not natural ſevents, they ſtrengthen
From ſtrange, to ſtranger: ſay, how came you hither?

Bot. If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake,
I'd ſtrie to tell you: we were dead of ſleep,
And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches,
Where, but euen now, with ſtranges, and ſeverall noyſes
Of roring, shreeking, howling, gingling chaines,
And mo diuerſitie of ſounds, all horrible.

We were awak'd: aſtraight way, at liberty:
Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld

Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Maſter
Capring to eye her: on a trice, so pleaſe you,
Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them;
And were brought moaping hither.

Ar. Was't well done?

Pro. Braely (my diligence) thou ſhalt be free.

Alo. This is as ſtrange a Maze, as ere men trod,
And there is in this buſineſſe, more then nature

Was euer conducted of: some Oracle
Muſt reſticuſe our knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my Leige,

Doe not infest your minde, with beating on
The ſtrangeneſſe of this buſineſſe, at pickt ſeiture
(Which ſhall be ſhortly ſingle) I'le reſolue you,
(Which to you ſhall ſeeme probable) of euery
Theſe happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull
And thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit,
Set Caliban, and his companions free:

Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet miffing of your Companie
Some ſew odde Lads, that you remember not.

Enter Ariell, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and
Trinculo in their ſolne Apparell.

Ste. Euer man shift for all the reſt, and let
No man take care for himselfe; for all is
But fortune: Coragio Bully-Monſter Corafio.

Tri. If theſe be true ſpies which I weare in my head,
here's a goodly fight.

Cal. O Setebos, theſe be braue Spirits indeede:
How fine my Maſter is? I am afraid
He will chaſtife me.

Seb. Ha, ha:

What things are theſe, my Lord Antonio?
Will money buy em?

Ant. Very like: one of them

Is a plaine Fith, and no doubt marketable.

Pro. Marke but the badges of theſe men, my Lords,
Then ſay if they be true: This miſhappen knaue;

His Mother was a Witch, and one ſo ſtrong
That could controle the Moone; make flowes, and ebs,
And deale in her command, without her power:

Theſe three haue robd me, and this demy-diuell:
(For he's a baſtard one) had plotted with them

To take my life: two of theſe Fellowes, you
Muſt know, and owne, this Thing of darkeneſſe, I
Acknowleſe mine.

Cal. I shall be pincht to death.

Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler?

Seb. He is drunken now;

Where had he wine?

Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where ſhould they
Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em?

How cam't thou in this pickle?

Tri. I haue bin in ſuch a pickle ſince I ſaw you laſt,
That I feare me will neuer out of my bones:
I shall not feare fly-blowing.

Seb. Why how now Stephano?

Ste. O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp.

Pro. You'd be King o'the Isle, Sirha?

Ste. I should haue bin a fore one then.

Alo. This is a ſtrange thing as ere I look'd on.

Pro. He is as diſproportion'd in his Manners

As in his shape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell,

Take with you your Companions: as you looke
To haue my pardon, trim it handſomely.

Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wife hereafter,

And

20

THE
Two Gentlemen of Verona.

AEtus primus, Scena prima.

Valentine: Protheus, and Speed.

Valentine.

Safe to perfwade, my louing Protheus;

Home-keeping youth, haue euer homely wits,

Wer't not affection chaines thy tender dayes

To the sweet glaunces of thy honour'd Loue,

I rather would entreat thy company,

To see the wonders of the world abroad,

Then (liuing dully fluggardiz'd at home)

Weare out thy youth with shapeleſſe idlenſſe.

But ſince thou louſt; loue ſtill, and thrive therein,

Euen as I would, when I to loue begin,

Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine ad ew,

Thinke on thy Protheus, when thou (hap'ly) ſeeth

Some rare note-worthy obieſt in thy trauaile.

Wife me partaker in thy happineſſe,

When thou doſt meet good hap; and in tly danger,

(If euer danger doe enuiron thee)

Commend thy grieuance to my holy prayers,

For I will be thy beadel-man, Valentine.

Val. And on a loue-booke pray for my ſucceffe ?

Pro. Vpon ſome booke I loue, I'le pray for thee.

Val. That's on ſome ſhallow Storie of deepe loue,

How yong Leander croft the Helleſpont.

Pro. That's a deepe Storie, of a deeper loue,

For he was more then ouer-shoos in loue.

Val. Tis true; for you are ouer-bootes in loue,

And yet you neuer ſwom the Helleſpont.

Pro. Ouer the Bootes ? may giue me not the Boots.

Val. No, I will not; for it boots thee not.

Pro. What ?

(grones:

Val. To be in loue; where ſcorne is bought with

Coy looks, with hart-fore ſighes: one fading moments

With twenty watchfull, weary, tedious nights; (mirth,

If hap'ly won, perhaps a hapleſſe gaine;

If loſt, why then a grievous labour won;

How euer; but a folly bought with wit,

Or eſſe a wit, by folly vanquifhed.

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

Val. So, by your circumſtance, I ſeaſe you'll proue.

Pro. Tis Loue you cauill at, I am not Loue.

Val. Loue is your Maſter, for he maſters you;

And he that is ſo yoked by a foole,

Methinkes should not be chronicled for wife.

Pro. Yet Writers ſay; as in the ſweete ſt Bud,

The eating Canker dwels; ſo eating Loue

Inhabits in the fineſt wits of all.

Val. And Writers ſay; as the moſt forward Bud

Is eaten by the Canker ere it blow,

Euen ſo by Loue, the yong, and tender witt

Is turn'd to folly, blaſting in the Bud,

Loofing his verdure, euen in the prime,

And all the faire eſſes of future hopes.

But wherefore waſe I time to counſaile thee

That art a votary to ſond deſire ?

Once more adieu: my Father at the Road

Expeſs my comming, there to see me ſhip'd.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee Valentine.

Val. Sweet Protheus, no: Now let vs take our leaue:

To Millaine let me heare from thee by Letters

Of thy ſucceffe in loue; and what neſes eſſe

Betideth here in abſence of thy Friend:

And I likewife will viſite thee with mine,

Pro. All happineſſe bechance to thee in Millaine.

Val. As much to you at home; and ſo farewell. Exit.

Pro. He after Honour hunts, I after Loue;

He leaues his friends, to dignifye them more;

I loue my ſelfe, my friends, and all for loue :

Thou Iulia, thou haſt metamorphoſ'd me:

Made me neſſeet my Studies, loofe my time;

Warre with good counſaile; ſet the world at nought;

Made Wit with mufing, weake; hart ſick with thought.

Sp. Sir Protheus: 'faue you: ſaw you my Maſter ?

Pro. But now he parted hence to embarque for Millaine.

Sp. Twenty to one then, he is ſhip'd already,

And I haue plaid the Sheepe in loofing him.

Pro. Indeede a Sheepe doth very often ſtray,

And if the Shepheard be awhile away.

Sp. You conclude that my Maſteris a Shepheard then,

and I Sheepe?

Pro. I doe.

Sp. Why then my hornes are his hornes, whether I
wake or sleepe?

Pro. A filly anſwere, and fitting well a Sheepe.

Sp. This proues me ſtill a Sheepe.

Pro. True: and thy Maſter a Shepheard.

Sp. Nay, that I can deny by a circumſtance.

Pro. It ſhall goe hard but ile proue it by another.

Sp. The Shepheard ſeekes the Sheepe, and not the
Sheepe the Shepheard; but I ſeeke my Maſter, and my
Maſter ſeekes not me: therefore I am no Sheepe.

Pro. The Sheepe for fodder follow the Shepheard,
the Shepheard for foode followes not the Sheepe: thou
for wages followest thy Maſter, thy Maſter for wages
followes not thee: therefore thou art a Sheepe.

Sp. Such another proofe will make me cry baſſ.

Pro. But doſt thou heare: gauſt thou my Letter
to Iulia?

Sp. I

The two Gentlemen of Verona.

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Sp. I Sir: I (a loft-Mutton) gaue your Letter to her (a lac'd-Mutton) and she (a lac'd-Mutton) gaue mee (a loft-Mutton) nothing for my labour.

Pro. Here's too small a Pasture for such store of
Muttons.

Sp. If the ground be ouer-charg'd, you were best
flicker her.

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

Sp. Nay Sir, Iffle then a pound shall ferue me for carrying your Letter.

Pro. You miftake ; I meane the pound, a Pinfold.

Sp. From a pound to a pin? fold it ouer and ouer,

'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your louer

Pro. But what said she ?

Sp. I.

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

Sp. You miftooke Sir: I say she did nod;

And you ask me if she did nod, and I say I.

Pro. And that fet together is noddy.

Sp. Now you haue taken the paines to fet it together, take it for your paines.

Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.

Sp. Well, I perceiue I must be faire to beare with you.

Pro. Why Sir, how doe you beare with me ?

Sp. Marry Sir, the letter very orderly,

Hauing nothing but the word noddy for my paines.

Pro. Befrew me, but you haue a quicke wit.

Sp. And yet it cannot ouer-take your flowr purfe.

Pro. Come, come, open the matter in briefe ; what said she.

Sp. Open your purfe, that the money, and the matter
may be both at once deliuered.

Pro. Well Sir: here is for your paines: what said she?

Sp. Truely Sir, I thinke you'll hardly win her.

Pro. Why? could't thou perceiue so much from her?

Sp. Sir, I could perceiue nothing at all from her;
No, not so much as a ducket for deliuering your letter:
And being so hard to me, that brought your minde;
I feare she'll proue as hard to you in telling your minde.
Gue her no token but stones, for she's as hard as icele.

Pro. What said she, nothing ?

Sp. No, not so much as take this for thy pains; (me)
To teſtifie your bounty, I thank you, you haue cestern'd
In requalit whereof, henceforth, carry your letters your
ſelfe; And so Sir, I'le commend you to my Maſter.

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to faue your Ship from wrack,
Which cannot perſih hauing thee aboarde,
Being deſtin'd to a drier death on ſhore :
I muſt goe ſend ſome better Melleinger,
I ſeare my Iulie would not daigne my lines,
Receiuing them from ſuch a worthſelle poſt.

Exit.

## Scena Secunda.

### Enter Iulia and Lucetta.

Iul. But ſay Lucetta (now we are alone)

Would'ſt thou then confuſable me to fall in loue ?

Luc. I Madam, ſo you ſtumble not vnheedeſfully.

Iul. Of all the faire ſeffort of Gentlemen,
That every day with parle encounter me,

In thy opinion which is worthſt loue?

Lu. Please you repeat their names, ile ſhe wmy minde,
According to my ſhallow ſimple skill.

Iu. What thinkt thou of the faire ſir Eglamoure?

Lu. As of a Knight, well ſpoken, neat, and fine ;

But were I you, he neuer should be mine.

Iu. What thinkt ſt thou of the rich Mercatio?

Lu. Well of his wealth; but of him ſelfe, ſo, ſo.

Iu. What thinkt ſt thou of the gentle Protheus?

Lu. Lord, Lord: to fee what folly raignes in vs.

Iu. How now? what meanes this paſſion at his name?

Lu. Pardon deare Madam, 'tis a paſſing ſhame,

That I (vnworthy body as I am)

Should cenſure thus on louely Gentlemen.

Iu. Why not on Protheus, as of all the reſt?

Lu. 'Then thus : of many good, I thinke him beſt.

Iul. Your reaſon?

Lu. I haue no other but a womans reaſon:

I thinke him ſo, becauſe I thinke him ſo.

Iul. And would'ſt thou haue me caſt my loue on him?

Lu. I : if you thought your loue not caſt away.

Lu. Why he, of all the reſt, hath neuer mou'd me.

Lu. Yet he, of all the reſt, I thinke beſt loues ye.

Iul. His little ſpeaking, ſhewes his loue but ſmall.

Iul. Fire that his cloſeſt kept, burns meol of all.

Iul. They doe not loue, that doe not ſhow their loue.

Lu. Oh, they loue leaſt, that let men know their loue.

Iul. I would I knew his minde.

Lu. Peruſe this paper Madam.

Iul. To Iulia : ſay, from whom ?

Lu. That the Contents will ſwirl.

Iul. Say, ſay: who gaue it thee ?

Lu. Sir Valentines page: & ſent I think from Protheus;

He would haue guien it you, but I being in the way,
Did in your name receiue it : pardon the fault I pray.

Iul. Now (by my modeſtly) a goodly Broker :

Dare you prefume to harbour wanton lines ?

To whisper, and confpire againſt my youth ?

Now truſt me, 'tis an oſſice of great worth,
And you an oſſicer fit for the place :

There : take the paper : ſee it be return'd,
Or eſſe returne no more into my fight.

Lu. To plead for loue, deferues more ſee, then hate.

Iul. Will ye be gon ?

Lu. That you may ruminate.

Exit.

Iul. And yet I would I had ore-look'd the Letter ;

It were a ſhame to call her backe againe,
And pray her to a fault, for which I chid her.

What 'foole is ſhe, that knowes I am a Maid,

And would not force the letter to my view?

Since Maides, in modeſtly, ſay no, to that,

Which they would haue the profferer conſtrue, I,
Fie, ſie: how way-ward is this ſoolſh loue ;

That (like a teſtie Babe) will ſcatch the Nurse,
And preſently, all humbled kiffle the Rod ?

How churliſhly, I chid Lucetta hence,

When willingly, I would haue had her here?

How angerly I taught my brow to ſrowne,

When inward ioy enforc'd my heart to ſmile ?

My pennance is, to call Lucetta backe

And aske remiſſion, for my folly paſt.

What hoe: Lucetta.

Lu. What would you your Ladisſhip ?

Iul. Is't neere dinner time ?

Lu. I would it were,
That you might kill your ſtomacke on your meat,

And

["22", "The two Gentlemen of Verona.", "And not vpon your Maid.", "Iu. What is't that you", "Tooke vp so gingerly?", "Iu. Nothing.", "Iu. Why didst thou sloope then?", "Iu. To take a paper vp, that I let fall,", "Iul. And is that paper nothing?", "Iu. Nothing concerning me.", "Iul. Then let it lye, for those that it concernes.", "Lu. Madam, it will not lye where it concernes,", "Vnleffe it haue a falfe Interpreter.", "Iul. Some loue of yours, hath writ to you in Rime.", "Lu. That I might fing it (Madam) to a tune:", "Gie me a Note, your Ladiship can let", "Iul. As little by such toyes, as may be possible:", "Beſt ſing it to the tune of *Light O, Loue*.", "Iu. It is too heavy for so light a tune.", "Iu6 Heauy ? belike it hath ſome burden then ?", "Lu. I: and melodious were it, would you ſing it,", "Iu. And why not you?", "Lu. I cannot reach so high.", "Iu. Let's fee your Song:", "How now Minion?", "Lu. Keepe tune there ſill; so you will ſing it out:", "And yet me thinkes I do not like this tune.", "Iu. You doe not?", "Lu. No (Madam) tis too sharpe.", "Iu. You (Minion) are too faucie.", "Lu. Nay, now you are too flat;", "And marre the concord, with too harſh a defcant:", "There wanteth but a Meane to fill your Song.", "Iu. The meane is dround with you vnruly baſe.", "Lu. Indeede I bid the baſe for *Protheus*.", "Lu. This babble ſhall not henceforth trouble me;", "Here is a coile with proteſation:", "Goe, get you gone: and let the papers lye:", "You would be ſingring them, to anger me.", "Lu. She makes it ſtrage, but ſhe would be beſt pleas'd\nTo be ſo angred with another Letter.", "Lu. Nay, would I were ſo angred with the fame:", "Oh hatefull hands, to teare ſuch louing words ;", "Inurious Wafpes, to feede on ſuch ſweet hony,", "And kill the Bees that yeelde it, with your ſtings;", "Ile kiffe each feuerall paper, for amends :", "Looke, here is writ, kinde *Iulia*: ynkinde *Iulia*,", "As in reuence of thy ingratitudc,", "I throw thy name againſt the bruzing-stones,", "Trampling contemptuously on thy diſdaine.", "And here is writ, *Loue wounded Protheus*.", "Poore wounded name: my boſome, as a bed,", "Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly heal'd;", "And thus I ſeare it with a ſoueraigne kiffe.", "But twice, or thrice, was *Protheus* written downe :", "Be calme (good winde) blow not a word away,", "Till I haue found each letter, in the Letter,", "Except mine own name: That, ſome whirle-winde beare", "Vnto a ragged, ſeaſe ſull, hanging Rocke,", "And throw it thence into the raging Sea.", "Loe, here in one line is his name twice writ:", "Poore forlorne *Protheus*, *paffionate Protheus*:", "To the *sweet Iulia*: that ile teare away:", "And yet I will not, ſith for prettily", "He couples it, to his complaining Names;", "Thus will I fold them, one vpon another;", "Now kiffe, embrace, contend, doe what you will.", "Lu. Madam: dinner is ready: and your father ftaines.", "Iu. Well, let vs goe.", "Lu. What, shall theſe papers lye, like Tel-tales here?", "Iu. If you reſpeſt them; beſt to take them vp.", "Lu. Nay, I was taken vp, for laying them downe.", "Yet here they ſhall not lye, for catching cold.", "Iu. I fee you haue a months minde to them.", "Lu. I (Madam) you may ſay what ſights you fee;", "I fee things too, although you iudge I winke.", "Iu. Come, come, wilt please you goe.", "Exume.", "## Scena Tertia.", "Enter Antonio and Panthino. Protheus.", "Ant. Tell me *Panthino*, what ſad talke was that,", "Wherewith my brother held you in the Cloytler?", "Pan. 'Twas of his Nephew *Protheus*, your Sonne.", "Ant. Why? what of him?", "Pan. He wondred that your Lordſhip", "Would ſuffer him, to ſpend his youth at home,", "While other men, of ſlender reputation", "Put forth their Sonnes, to ſeeke preferment out.", "Some to the warres, to try their fortune there;", "Some, to diſcouer Islands farre away :", "Some, to the ſludious Vniuersities ;", "For any, or for all theſe exercifes,", "He ſaid, that *Protheus*, your ſonne, was meet;", "And did requeſt me, to importune you", "To let him ſpend his time no more at home ;", "Which would be great impeachment to his age,", "In hauing knowne no trauaile in his youth.", "Ant. Nor need it thou much importune me to that", "Whereon, this month I haue bin hamering,", "I haue confider'd well, his loffe of time,", "And how he cannot be a perfect man,", "Not being tried, and tutord in the world :", "Experience is by industry atchieu'd,", "And perfected by the ſwift course of time :", "Then tell me, whether were I beſt to ſend him?", "Pan. I thinke your Lordſhip is not ignorant", "How his companion, youthfull *Valentine*,", "Attends the Emperour in his royall Court.", "Ant. I know it well.", "(chither,", "Pan. 'Twere good, I thinke, your Lordſhip ſent him", "There ſhall he præctife Tilts, and Turnaments ;", "Heare ſweet diſcours, conuerſe with Noble-men,", "And be in eye of every Exercife", "Worthy his youth, and noblenſe of birth,", "Ant. I like thy counſaile: well haſt thou aduis'd:", "And that thou maſt perceiue how well I like it,", "The execution of it ſhall make knowne;", "Euen with the ſpeedieſt expedition,", "I will diſpatch him to the Emperors Court.", "Pan. To morrow, may it please you, *Don Alphonſo*,", "With other Gentlemen of good eſteme", "Are iournying, to ſalute the *Emperor*,", "And to commend their ſeruice to his will.", "Ant. Good company: with them ſhall *Protheus* go?", "And in good time: now will we breake with him.", {"