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duction of many characters, diversified with bound. less invention, and preserved with profound skill in nature, extensive knowledge of opinions, and accu. rate observation of life. In a single drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and sailors, all speak. ing in their real characters. There is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly goblin; the operations of magic, the tumults of a storm, the adven. tures of a desert island, the native effusion of un. taught affection, the punishment of guilt, and the final happiness of the pair for whom our pasions and reason are equally interested. JOHNSON
Duke of Milan, father to Silvia.
Gentlemen of Verona.
Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Scene, sometimes in Verona ; sometimes in Milan;
and on the frontiers of Mantua.
SCENE I. An open place in Verona.
Enter Valentine and Proteus.
Valentine. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits : Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than living dully sluggardiz’d at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu ! Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel : Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
Val. Avd on a love-book pray for my success.
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love, For he was more than over shoes in love.
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots*.
To be In love, where scorn is bought with groaps; coy
looks, With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : If naply won, perhaps, a hapless gain ; If lost, why then a grievous labour won; However, but a folly bought with wit, Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Vul. Love is your master, for he masters you:
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Val. And writers 'say, As the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure'even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes.
A humorous punishment atharvest-home feasts, &c.