Worthy Sebaftian ?-O, what might no more. And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face, [and So perfect, and fo pecrlefs, are created
What thou should'st be: th'occasion speaks thee; [Of every creature's best.
My strong imagination fees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.
Miranda's offering to carry the Logs for bim is peculiarly elegant.
And afterwards, bow innocent!
-I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of.
I am your wife, if you will marry me:
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
You may deny me: but I'll be your fervant,
Whether you will or no.
All the infections that the fun fucks up [him I'll bear your logs the while; pray give me that, From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make I'll carry it to the pile. By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll not pinch. Fright me with urchin-fhews, pitch me i' th' mire, Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid them: but For every trifle are they fet upon me: Sometimes, like apes, that moc and chatter at me, And after bite me, then like hedge-hogs, which Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues Do hits me into madnefs.- -Lo! now, lo! Here comes a fpirit of his, and to torment me, For bringing wood in flowly: I'll fall flat; Perchance, he will not mind me,
I'll fhew thee the beft fprings: I'll pluck thee
I'll fifh for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve!
I'll bear him no more fticks, but follow thec,
Thou wondrous man.-
I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Shew thee a jay's neft, and instruct thee how
Tofnare the nimble marmozet: I'll bring thee
To cluft'ring filberds, and fometimes I'll get thee
Young fea-mels from the rock.
True and unbiaffed Affection.
Ferdinand, bearing a Log.
There be fome fports are painful, but their
Punishment of Crimes delayed, not forgotten.
For which foul deed
The powers, delaying not forgetting, have
Incens'd the feas and fhores, yea, all the creatures
Against your peace.
O, it is monftros! monftrous
Methought the billows fpoke, and told me of it;
The winds did fing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Profper. It did bafs my trefpafs.
Gon. All three of them are defperate; their
great guilt,
Like poifon gives to work a great time after,
Now gins to bite the fpirits.
Profpero's Boat of Miranda.
O Ferdinand,
Do not fimile at me that I boaft her off;
For thou fhalt find the will outstrip all praife,
And make it halt behind her.
ontinence before Marriage.
Prof. If thou doft break her virgin-knot, before
All fan&timonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minifter'd,
No fweet afperfion fhall the heav'ns let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-eyed difdain, and difcord, fhall beftrew
The union of your bed with weeds fo loathly,
That you fhall hate it both; therefore, take heed,
As Hymen's lamps fhall light you.
A Lover's Proteftation.
As I hope
Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of bafenefs
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean tafk would be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but
The mittrefs whom I ferve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleatures: O, the is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
And he 's compos'd of harshuefs. I must remove For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life,
Some thousands of thefe logs, and pile 'em up, With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkieft den,
Upon a fore injunction. My fweet miftrefs The moft opportune place, the ftrong ft fuggeftion
Weeps when the fees me work; and fays, such|Our worfer genius can, frill never melt
Had ne'er like executor. I forget; fbafenefs Mine honour into lutt; to take away
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my la- The edge of that day's celebration,
Moft bufy-lefs when I do it.
[bours, When I fhall think, or Phoebus' fteeds are foun-
Or night kept chain'd below.
Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What 's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have eyed with belt regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Bught my too diligent ear; för feveral virtues
Hove I lik'd feveral women; never any
With fo full foul, but fome defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace the ow'd,
Paffion too frong for Vows.
Prof. Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein; the ftrongeft oaths are firaw
To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
Or elle, good night your vow!
I warrant you, Sir;
The white, cold, virgin-fnow upon my heart
Abates the ardor of my liver.
Vanity of Human Nature.
Prof. Our revels now are ended: thefe our actors
(As I foretold you) were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
Aad, like the bafclefs fabric of this vifion,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The toleran temples, the great glove itfelf,
Ya all which it inherit, fhall diffolve;
And, like this infibitantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind! We are fuch tuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a fleep.
Drunkards enchanted by Ariel.
And ye, that on the fands with printlofs foot
Do chafe the cbbing Neptune, and do fly him,
When he comes back; you demi-nuppets, that
By moon-fhine do the green four zingicts make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whofe
pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the folemn curfew; by whofe aid
(Weak mafters tho' ye be) I have bedimm'd
The noontide fun, call'd forth the mutinous
winds,
Ariel. I told you, Sir, they were red-hot with And 'twixt the green fea and the azur'd vault
So full of valour, that they fmote the air
For breathing in their faces: beat the ground
For killing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;
At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifred up
their nofes,
As they fmelt mufic: fo I charm'd their cars,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth d briers, sharp furzes, pricking gols, and
Which enter'd their frail skins: at laft I left 'em
I' th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to the chins.
That, if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
Prof. Doft thou think fo, fpirit?
Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human.
Prof. And mine fhall.
Hit thou, who art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and fhall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as fharply,
Fon as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art:
Tho' with their high wrongs I am ftruck to
quick,
Yet with my nobler reafon, 'gainst my fury
Do I take part; the rarer action is
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I giv'n fire, and rifted Jove's ftout oak
With his own bolt: the ftrong-bas'd promontory
Have I made fhake; and by the ipurs pluck'd up
he pine and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have wak'd their fleepers; oped and let them forth
By my fo potent art.
The charm diffolves apace;
And as the morning feals upon the night,
Melting the darknefs, fo their rifing fentes
Begin to chafe the ign'rant fumes, that mantle
Their clearer reafon-
Their understanding
Begins to fwell; and the approaching tide
Will thortly fill the reafonable thores,
That now lie foul and muddy.
Ariel's Song.
Where the bee fucks, there fuck I;
In a cowflip's bell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After funfet, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, fhall I live now,
Under the bloflon that hangs on the bough.
IF mufic be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it, that, furfeiting,
The appetite may ficken, and fo die.
That ftrain again -it had a dying fall:
th9, it came o'er any car, like the fweet fouth,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour.Enough; na
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The fole drift of my purpofe doth extend
Not a frown farther,
Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before.
O fpirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the fea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch foever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! So full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.
Love, in reference to Hunting.
O, when my eyes did fee Olivia first,
Methought the purg'd the air of peftilence;
That inftant was I turn'd into a hart:
And my defires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er fince purfue me.
Natural Affection akin to Love.
O, fhe, that hath a heart of that fine frame, To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will fhe love, when the rich golden fhaft Hath kill'd the flock of all affections elfe That live in her; when liver, brain, and heart,
These fovereign thrones, are all fupplied, and
(Her fweet perfections) with one felf-king!
Defeription of Sebaftian's Efcape.
I faw your brother,
Moft provident in peril, bind himself
[tice)
(Courage and hope both teaching him the prac-
To a strong maft, that liv'd upon the fea;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I faw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could fee.
Allions of the Great always talked of.
You know
What great ones do, the lefs will prattle of.
Outward Appearance a Token of inward Worth.
There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
And, though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft clofe in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe, thou haft a mind that fuits
With this thy fair and outward character.
A beautiful Boy,
Disguise, I fee, thou art a wickednofs,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How eafy is it, for the proper falfe
In women's waxen hearts to fet their forms!
Alas! our frailty is the caufe, nor we;
For, fuch as we are made of, fuch we be.
Sevious Mufic moft agreeable to Lovers.
Now, good Cefario, but that piece of fong,
That old and antique fong we heard laft night:
Methought it did relieve my paffion much;
More than light airs and recollected terms
of thefe moft brifk and giddy-paced times.
Duke. Come hither, boy, if ever thou shalt love, In the fweet pangs of it remember me; For fuch as I am, all true lovers are; Unflaid and fkittish in all motions elte, Save in the constant image of the cicature That is belov'd.-How doft thou like this tune? Vio. It gives a very echo to the feat Where love is thread.
In Love, the Women fould be youngefi. Too old, by heaven! Let ftili the woman take An elder than herself; fo wears the to him, So fways the level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praife ourfulves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, fooner loft and worn,
Duke. There is no woman's fides
Can bide the beating of so strong a paffion,
As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart
So big, to hold fo much; they lack retention.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite-
No motion of the liver, but the palate,—
That fuffers fui feit, cloyment, and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the fea,
And can digeft as much: make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me,
And that I owe Olivia.
Vio. Ay, but I know
Duke. What doft thou know?
Vio. Too well what love women to men may
In faith, they are as true of heart as we. [owe;
My father had a daughter lov'd a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I fhould your lordthip.
Duke. And what 's her hiftory? [love,
Fig. A blank, my lord: She never told her
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: the pin'd in thought;
And, with a green and yellow inelancholy,
She fat, like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
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This fellow is wife enough to play the fool;
And to do that well, craves a kind of wit:
He must obferve their mood on whom he jets,
The quality of perfons, and the time;
And, like the baggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice,
As full of labour as a wife man's art:
For folly, that he wifely fhews, is fit;
But wife men's folly fall'n, quite taints their wit.
Flattery, its ill Effects.
My fervant, Sir! 'Twas never merry world,
Since lowly-feigning was called compliment.
Unfought Love.
Cefario, by the roles of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee fo, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reafon, can my paffion hide.
Do not extort thy reafons from this claufe,
For that I woo, thou therefore haft no caufe:
But rather reafon thus with reafon fetter:
Love fought is good, but giv'n unfought is better.
Ingratitude.
Ant. Is 't poffible, that my deferts to you
Can lack perfuafion? Do not tempt my misery,
Left that it make me fo uafound a man,
As to upbraid you with thole kindnesses
That I have done for you.
Via. I know of none;
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:
The Advantages of Travel, &c.
CEASE to perfuade, my loving Protheus;
Home-keeping youth have ever homely
Wer't not affection chains thy tender days [wits:
To the fweet glances of thy honour'd love,
i rather would entreat thy company,
To fee the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully fluggardiz'd at home,
Wear out thy youth with thapclefs idleness.
But, fince thou lov'ft, love ftill, and thrive therein;
Even as I would, when I to love begin. [adieu!
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine,
Think on thy Protheus, when thou haply feeft
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel:
With me partaker in thy happinefs,
When thou doft meet good-hap; and, in thy
If ever danger do environ thee,
[danger,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.
The Evils of being in Love.
To be in love, where fcorn is bought with
[moment's mirth,
Coy looks, with heart-fore fighs; one fading
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
If haply won, perhaps, a haplefs gain:
If loft, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or clfe a wit by folly vanquished.
Love commended and difpraised.
Pro. Yet writers fay, as in the fwecteft bud
The eating canker dwells, fo eating love
Inhabits in the fineft wits of all.
Val. And writers fay, as the moft forward bud
Is eaten by the canker, ere it blow,
Even fo by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly; blafting in the bud,
Lofing his verdure evca in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
Pro. He after honour hunts, 1 after love:
He leaves his friends, to dignify them more;
I leave myfelf, my friends, and all for love.
Thou, Julia, thou haft metamorphos'd me;
Made me neglect my ftudies, lote my time,
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War with good counfel, fet the world at nought; Made wit with mufing weak, heart-fick with thought.
Love froward and difssembling. Maids, in modefty, fay No, to that [Ay. Which they would have the proff 'rer conftrue, Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a tefty babe, will fcratch the nurse, And prefently, all humbled, kifs the rod !
The Advantages of Travel.
Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship Would fuffer him to fpend his youth at home; While other men, of lender reputation, Put forth their fons to feek preferment out: Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; Some, to difcover islands far away; Some, to the ftudious univerfities. For any, or for all thefe exercites,
He faid, that Protheus, your fon, was meet:
And did request me, to importune you,
To let him fpend his time no more at home,
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.
Ant. Nor need't thou much importune me to
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have confider'd well his lofs of time;
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being tried, and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by induftry achiev'd,
And perfected by the fwift courfe of time.
Love compared to an April Day.
O, how this fpring of love refembleth
Th' uncertain giory of an April day;
Which now fhews all the beauty of the fun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
An accomplished young Gentleman.
years but young, but his experience old;
His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;
And, in a word (for far behind his worth
Come all the praifes that I now bestow),
He is complete in feature, and in mind,
With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
Contempt of Love punished.
I have done penance for contemning love;
Whofe high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fafts, with penitential groans,
With nightly tears, and daily heart-fore fighs;
For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chas'd fleep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of my own heart's
forrow.
O, gentle Protheus, love's a mighty lord;
And hath fo humbled me, as, I confefs,
There is no woe to his correction,
Nor, to his fervice, no fuch joy on earth!
Now no difcourfe, except it be of love;
Now can I break my faft, dine, fup, and fleep,
Upon the very naked name of love.
Love fed by Praife.
Call her divine.
Pro. I will not flatter her.
Not for the world: why, man, fhe is mine own: And I as rich in having fuch a jewel,
As twenty feas, if all their fand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
True Love jealous.
For love, thou know'ft, is full of jealoufy.
Love compared to a waxen Image.
Now my love is thaw'd,
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impreffion of the thing it was.
Unbeedful Vores to be broken.
Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken;
And he wants wit that wants refolved wil
To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better.
Oppofition to Love increases it.
Jul. A true devoted pilgrim is not weary To meafure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much lefs fhall the that hath love's wings to fly; And when the flight is made to one fo dear, Of fuch divine perfection, as Sir Protheus.
Luc. Better forbear, till Protheus make re[foul's food? Jul. Oh, know'st thou not, his looks are my Pity the dearth that I have pined in, By longing for that food fo long a time. Didit thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as foon go kindle fire with fnow, As teek to quench the fire of love with words.
Luc. I do not feek to quench your love's hot fire; But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Left it fhould burn above the bounds of reafon. Jul. The more thou damm'ft it up, the more
The current, that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know'ft,being ftopp'd, impatiently doth rage;
But when his fair courfe is not hindered,
He makes fweet mufic with the enamel'd ftones,
Giving a gentle kifs to every fedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrħnage;
And fo by many winding nooks he strays,
With willing fport, to the wild ocean.
Then let me go, and hinder not my course:
I'll be as patient as a gentle ftream,
And make a paftime of each weary step,
Till the laft ftep have brought me to my love:
And there I'll reft, as, after much turmoil,
A bleffed foul doth in Elvfium.
A faithful and conflant Lover.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;
His love fincere, his thoughts immaculate;
His tears, pure meffengers fent from his heart;
His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth.
Gifts prevalent with Woman.
Win her with gifts, if the refpect not words; Dumb jewels, often, in their filent kind, More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
Flattery prevalent with Woman. Flatter and praife, commend, extol their
Tho' ne'er fo black, fay they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I fay, is no man,
Val. O flatter me; for love delights in praifcs. If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
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