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country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass Ari. I'll fetch them, sír.

[Exit. of pate ; there's another garment for't.

Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fin- groves; gers, and away with the rest!

And
ye,

that on the sands with printless foot Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, And all be turn’d to barnacles, or to apes

When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that With foreheads villainous low.

By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this Whereof the eve not bites; and you, whose pastime away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn yon Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice out of my kingdom: go to, carry this !

To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid Trin. And this.

(Weak masters though yebe,) I have be-dimm'd Ste. Ay, and this.

The noon-tide sun, cali'd forth the matinours winds, A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in Aud'twixt the green sea and the azur’d vault shape of hounds, and hunt them about ; PROSPERO Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder and Aniel setting them on.

Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!

With his own bolt: the strong bas'd promontory Ari. Silver! there it

goes,
Silver!

Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
Pro. Fury, Fury ! there, Tyrant, there ! hark, hark !The pine and cedar: graves, at my contand,

(Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out .Have wak’d their sleepers; oped, and let them forth Go, charge my goblins, that they grind their joints By my so potent art: But this rough magick With dry convulsions ; shorten up their sinews There abjare: and, when I have requir'd With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make some heavenly musick, (which even now I do,) them,

To work mine end upon their senses, that Than pard, or cat o’mountain !

This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Ari, Hark, they roar.

Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:

I'll drown my book.

[Soleian musick. Shortly shall all my labours end, and thon

Re-enter ARIEL : after him, Alonso, with a frantic Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,

gesture, attended by Gonzalo; SEBASTlax and AntoFollow, and do me service!

[Exeunt. xio in like manner, attended by Adrianand Frat

cisco: they all enter the circle which Prospero had

made, and there stand charmed; which Prospero А ст

observing, speaks.
SCENEI. Before the cell of Prospero. A solemn air, and the best comforter
Enter Prospero in his magick robes, and Ariel. To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time For you are spell-stopp'd. -
Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Holy Gonzalo, hononrable man,

Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show ofthine,
You said our work should cease.

Fals followly drops. — The charm dissolves apace; Pro. I did say so,

And as the morning steals npon the night, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, Melting the darkness, so their rising seuses How fares the king and his ?

Begin to chase the ignorant fumes, that mantle Ari. Confin’d together

Their clearer reason.

- Ony good Gonzalo,
In the same fashion as you gave in charge; My true preserver, and a loyal sir
Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners

To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
In the lime grove, which weather-fends your cell; Home, both in word and deed. Most cruelly
They cannot budge, till your release. The king, Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted; Thy brother was a furtirerer in the act;
And the remainder mourning over them,

Thourt pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. - Flesh and Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly

blood, Him you term’d, sir, The good old lord, Gonzalo ; You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops Expell’d remorse and nature; who with Sebastian From eaves of reeds; your charm so strongly works (Whoseinward pinches therefore are most strong) them,

Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, That if you now beheld them, your affections Unnatural though thou art ! - Their understanding Would become tender.

Begins to swell; and the approaching tide Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit?

Will shortly all the reasonable shores, Ari. Mine would, sir, were I Esuman.

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, Pro. And mine shall.

That yet looks on me, or would know me:- Ariel, Hast thon, which art but air, a torch, a feeling Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell! (Exit Ariel. Oftheir afflictions? and shall not myself,

I I will dis-case me, and myselfpresent, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

As I was sometime Milan: --quickly, spirit! Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thon art? Thou shalt ere long be free. Though with their high wrongs I am strack to the Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire quick,

Prospero. Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury

Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck 1;
Do I take part : the rarer action is

In a cowslip's bell Ilie:
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, There I couch, when owls do crgr.
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

On the bat's back I do fly,
Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel!

After summer, merrily : My charms I'll break; their senses I'll restore,

Merrily, merrily, stall I live now And they shall be themselves.

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; That they devonr their reason; and scarce think
But yet thou shalt have freedom; so, so, so.-- Their eyes do ofices of truth, their words
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art :

Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

Been justled from your senses, know for certain, Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, That I am Prospero, and that very duke Being awake, enforce them to this place;

Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely And presently, I pr'ythee.

Upon this shore, where you were wreck’d, was landed, Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

To be the lord on't. No more vet of this!
Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

(Exit Ariel. For ’tis a chronicle of day by day,
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
Out of this fearful country!

Thiscell's my court: here have I few attendants, Pro. Behold, sir king,

And subjects nonc abroad: pray you, look in ! The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero :

My dukedom since you have given me again,
For more assurance that a living prince

I will requite you with as good a thing;
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
And to thee, and thy company, I bid

As much as me my dakedom.
A hearty welcome.

The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FerdiAlon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no,

NAND and Miranda playing at chess. Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Aslate I have been, I not know: thy pulse

Fer. No, my dearest love, Beals, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, I would not for the world, The affliction of'my mind amends, with which, Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you should I fear, a madness held me: this must erave

wrangle, (Anil'this be at all,) a most strange story.

And I would callit fair play.
Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat,

Alon. If this prove
Thou pardon me my wrongs:- But how should Pro- A vision of the island, one dear son
Be living, and be here?

spero Shall I twice lose. Pro. First, noble friend,

Seb. A most high miracle ! Let me embrace thine age ; whose honour cannot Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful : Be measur'd or confin'd.

I have curs'd them without cause. Gon. Whether this be,

[Ferd, kneels to Alon. Or be not, I'll not swear,

Alon. Now all the blessings
Pro. You do yet taste

Of a glad father compass thee about!
Some subtillics o' the isle, that will not let you Arise, and say, how thou cam'st here!
Believe things certain :- Welcome, nıy friends all!- Mira, O wonder !
But you, my brace of lords, were I so miuded,

How many goodly creatures are there here!

(Aside to Seb.and Ant. How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, That has such people in't! And justify you traitors; at this time

Pro. 'Tis new to thee. I'll tell no tales.

Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at Seb. Thedevil speaks in'him.

{-4 side. play? Pro. No:

Your eld’st acquaintance cannot be three hours : For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother

Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive

And brought lis thus together?
Thy raukest fault; all of them; and require

Fer. Sir, she's mortal;
My dukedom ofthec, which, perforce, I know, But, by immortal providence, she's mine;
Thou must restore.

I chose her, when I could not ask my father
Alon. Ifthou beest Prospero,

For his advice; nor thought I had one: sho Giveus particulars of thy preservation :

Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, How thou hast met us here, who, three hours since, Of whom so often Uhave heard renowil, Were wreck'd upon this shore, where I have lost But never saw before; of whom I have How sharp the point of this remembrauce is!

Receiv'd a second life, and second father My dear son Ferdinand.

This ladly makes him to me.
Pro. I am woe for’t, sir.

Alon, I am her's :
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience . But o, how oddly will it sound, that I
Says, it is past her cure.

Must ask my child forgiveness!
Pro. I rather think,

Pro. There, sir, stop;
You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, Let us not burden our remembrances
For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,

With a heaviness that's gone!
And rest myself content.

Gon. I have inly wept, Alon, l'ou the like loss?

Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, Pro. As great to me, as late ; and, portable And on this couple drop a blessed crown! To make the dear loss, have I means much wcaker Forit is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Than you may call to comfort you; for I

Which brought us hither! Have lost my daughter.

Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo! Alon. A daughter?

Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Should become hings of Naples ? O, rejoice The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Beyond a common joy; and set it down Myselfwere mudded in that oozy bed

With gold on lasting piliars : In oue voyage
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Did Claribel her hasband find at Tunis:

Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wise,
At this encounter do so much admirc,

Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom,

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In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,

(That could contronl the moon, make flows and ebbs, When yo man was his own

And deal in her command, without her power: Alon. Give me your hands: (To Fer, and Mir. These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,

(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them
That doth not wish you joy!

To take my life: two of these fellows you
Gon. Be't so! Amen!

Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I
Re-enter Ariei, with the Master and Boatswain Acknowledge mine.
amazedly following.

Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.
O look, sir, look, sir! here are more of us.

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,

Seb, He is drunk now: where had he wine?
This fellow could not drown:- Now, blasphemy, Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore ? they
Hast thou no mouth by land ? What is the news? Find this grand liquor, that hath gilded them?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found How cam’st thou in this pickle?
Our king, and company; the next, our ship, Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last,
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones : I shall not
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when fear fly-blowing.
We first put out to sea.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ?
Ari. Sir, all this service

Ste. O touch me not! I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Have I done, since I went. Aside.

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Pro. My tricksy spirit!

Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen Alon. This is as strange a thing, as e'er Slook'd on.
From strange to stranger :- Say, how came you hither?

[Pointing to Caliban. Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, As in his shape: - Go, sirrah, to my cell; And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches, Take with you your companions; as you look Where, but even now, with strange and several noises To have my pardon, trim it handsomely ! Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,

And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Wewere awak'd ; straightway, at liberty:

Was 1, to take this drunkard for a god, Where wc, in all her trim, freshly beheld

And worship this dull fool! Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Pro. Go to'; away! Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you Even in a dream, were we divided from them,

found it ! And were brought moping hither.

Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Ari. Was't well done?

Pro.Sir, I invite yonr highness, and your train, Pro. Bravely, my diligence! Thou shalt Aside. To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest be free.

For this one night; which (part of it, I'll waste Alon. This is as strange a maze, as e'er men trod : With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it And there is in this business more than nature Go quick away : the story of my life, Was ever conduct of: some oracle

And the particular accidents, gone by,
Must rectify our knowledge.

Since I came to this isle. And in the morn,
Pro. Sir, my liege,

I'll bring you to'your ship, and so to Naples,
Do not infest your mind with beating on

Where I have hope to see the nuptial
The strangeness of this business! at pick'd leisure, Ofthese our dear-beloved solemniz'd,
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you And thence retire me to my Milan, where
(Which to you shall seem probable,) of every Every third thought shall be my grave.
These happen'd accidents : till when, be cheerful, Alon. I long
And think of each thing well!- Come hither, spirit! To hear the story of your life, which must

Aside. Takethe earstrangely.
Set Caliban and his companions free!

Pro. I'll deliver all; Untie the spell !— [Exit Ariel.] – How fares my gra- And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, cious sir?

And sail so expeditious, that shall catch There are yet missing of your company

Your royal fleet far off. — My Ariel! - chick, -
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

That is thy charge; then to the elements
Re-enter Arien., driving in Calibas, Stephano, and Be free, and fare thou well! - [ Aside.) — Please you
Trisculo, in their stolen apparel.

draw near !

[Exeunt. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune:-Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!

EPILOGUE. Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
Cal. o Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! And what strength I have's mine own;
How fine my master is ! I am afraid

Which is most faint: Now, 'tis true,
He will chastise me.

I must be here confined by you,
Seb. Ha, ha!

Or sent to Naples : Let me not,
What things are these, my lord Antonio?

Since I have my dukedom got,
Will money buy them?

And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
Ant. Very like; one of them

In this bare island, by your spell;
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

But release me from my bands,
Pro. Mark but the badges ofthese men, my lords, With the help of your good hands!
Then say, if they be true!—This mis-shapen knave,- Gentle breath of yours my sails
His mother was a witch; and one so strong

Must fill, or else my project fails,

halt)

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.

Which was to please: Now I want

Which pierces so, that it assaults Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;

Mercy itself, and frees all faults. And my ending is despair,

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Unlesss I be reliev'd by prayer;

Let your indulgence set me free!

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

Person of the r a m a. Duke of Milas, father to Silvia.

Panthino, servant to Antonio.

Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. PROTEUS", } gentlemen of Verona.

Out-laws. Antonio, father to Proteus.

Jolia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. Txurio, a foolish rival to Valentine.

Silvia, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine. EGLAmour, agent for Silvia, in her escape.

LUCETTA, waiting woman to Julia.
Speed, a clownish servant to Valentine.

Servants, Musicians,
LAUNCE, servant to Proteus.
SCENE, - Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.
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Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
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Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud
SCENEI. An open place in Verona.

The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.

Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus !

Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Is eaten by the canker, ere it blow,
Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days

Even so by love the young and tender wit
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,

Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, I rather would entreat thy company,

Losing his verdure even in the prime, To see the wonders of the world abroad,

And all the fair effects of future hopes. Than, living dully sluggardiz’d at home,

But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless iileness.

That art a votary to fond desire?
But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Once more adieu! my father at the road
Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Ďalentine, adieu ! Pro. And thither will I bring thec, Valentine.
Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, scest Val. Sweet Proteus, no! now let us take our leave.
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel!

At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

Of thy success in love, and what news else
When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, Betideth here, in absence of thy friend;
If ever danger do environ thee,

And I lik ewise will visit thee with mine.
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers !

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine !

Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell ! Val. And on a love-book pray for my success!

{Exit Valentine. Pro. Upon some book, I'll love, I'll pray for thee. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love;

Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, He leaves his friends, to dignify them more;
How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.

I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love;

Thon, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me, For he was more than over shoes in love.

Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, War with good counsel, set the world at nought; And yet you never swom the Hellespont.

Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought. Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots !

Enter SPEED. l'al. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.

Speed. Sir Proteus, save you ! Saw you my master ? Pro. What?

Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. Val. To be

Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; In love, where scorn is bought with groans ; coy looks, and I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : An if the shepherd be awhile away. If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;

Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd If lost, why then a grievous labour won;

then, and I a sheep? However, but a folly bought with wit,

Pro. I do. Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. wake or sleep. Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep ! Pro.'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love.

Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Val. Love is your master, for he masters you : Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. And he, that is so yoked by a fool,

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

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Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew my sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my mind, master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep. According to my shallow simpleskill.

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour ? shepherd for food follows pot the sheep;thou for wages Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; , followest thy master, thy master for wages follows But, werel you, he never should be mine. not thec : therefore, thou art a sheep.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so. Pro. But dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter to Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus? Julia ?

Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name? her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave Luc. Pardon, dear madam ! 'tis a passing shame, me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

That I, unworthy body as I am, Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. mnttons,

Jul. Why noton Proteus, as of all the rest ? Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best Luc. Then thus, of many good I think him best. stick her.

Jul. Your reason ? Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; you.

I think him so, becanse I think him so. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? carrying your letter.

Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Jul. Ilis little speaking shews his love but small. lover.

Luc. Fire that is closest kept burns most of all. Pro. But what said she? did she nod ? (Speed nods. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Speed. I.

Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their love. Pro. Nod, I ? why, that's noddy.

Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you Luc. Peruse this paper, madam! ask me, if she did nod: and I say, I.

Jul. To Julia, — Say, from whom? Pro. And that set together, is--noddy.

Luc. That the contents will shew. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it toge- Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? ther, take it for your pains !

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Proteus : Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, you.

Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray! Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.

To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. And you an officer fit for the place.
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief! What There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
said she?

Or else return no more into my sight! Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than hate. matter, may be both at once delivered.

Jul. Will you be gone?
Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains! What said she? Luc. That you may ruminate.

[Exit. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her ? Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the letter. Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her? It were a shame to call her back again, Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, And would not force the letter to my view ? she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that her no token but stones ! for she's as hard as steel. Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. Pro. What, said she nothing ?

Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains ! That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod ! me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, yourself! and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. When willingly lwould have had her here!

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck; How angerly I taught my brow to frown, Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,

When iuward joy enforced my heart to smile! Being destined to a drier death on shore:

My penance is, to call Lucetta back, I must go send some better messenger;

And ask remission for my folly past :I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,

What ho! Lucetta! Receiving them from such a worthless post. (Exeunt.

Re-enter LUCETTA.

Luc. What would your ladyship?
SCENE II. The same. Garden of Julia's house. Jul. Is it near dinner-time?
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.

Luc. I would it were;
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

That you might kill your stomach on your meat,
Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? And not upon your maid.
Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully. Jul. What is't you took up
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen,

So gingerly?
That every day with parle encounter me,

Luc. Nothing

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