PROSPERO ABOUT TO ABJURE HIS MAGICAL CHARMS. YE elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves: And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though you be) I have bedimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-based promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art: But this rough magic I here abjure: and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book. THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. VALENTINE AND PROTEUS BID EACH OTHER ADIEU: THE Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers; Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Val. To be pray for thee. In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; If lost, why, then a grievous labour won: Pro. 'T is love you cavil at; I am not Love. Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Even so by love the young and tender wit Once more adieu: my father at the road ANTONIO AND PANTHINO. TRAVEL USEFUL TO YOUNG MEN. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? Pan. "T was of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pan. He wonder'd that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home: While other men, of slender reputation, For any or for all these exercises, He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet; Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that And perfected by the swift course of time: How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the emperor in his royal court. Ant. I know it well. Pan. 'T were good, I think, your lordship sent him thither : There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; And be in eye of every exercise Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. VALENTINE AND SPEED. SIGNS OF BEING IN LOVE. Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A, B, C; to weep, like a young wench that hath buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you are so metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. VALENTINE RETIRES AWHILE FROM HIS ROBBER COM- Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man! Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain !— These are my mates, that make their wills their law, To keep them from uncivil outrages. MEASURE FOR MEASURE. THE DUKE'S ADDRESS TO ANGELO. Duke. Look, where he comes. Ang. Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure. Duke. Angelo, There is a kind of character in thy life, As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd The smallest scruple of her excellence, Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech To one that can my part in him advértise; In our remove, be thou at full ourself; Live in thy tongue and heart: Old Escalus, Ang. Now, good my lord, Let there be some more test made of my metal, Be stamp'd upon it. Duke. No more evasion: We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. ISABELLA SUING TO ANGELO FOR THE LIFE OF HER BROTHER. Isab. Yet show some pity. Ang. I show it most of all when I show justice; Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; wrong, Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this sentence; And he, that suffers: O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Lucio. That's well said. Isab. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder.— Merciful Heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the soft myrtle :-O, but man, proud man! Drest in a little brief authority; Most ignorant of what he's most assured, |