And though thou hadst fmall Latin and lefs Greek,
From thence to honour thee, I would not feek
For names; but call forth tbund'ring Elchylus,
Euripides, and Sophocles to us,

Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordoua dead,
To live again, to hear thy Bufkin tread,
And fbake a Stage: Or, when thy Socks were on,
Leave thee alone for the comparison

Of all, that infolent Greece, or haughty Rome
Sent forth, or fince did from their Afbes come.
Triumph, my Britain, thou haft one to show,
To whom all Scenes of Europe homage owe.
He was not of an age, but for all time!
And all the Mufes, ftill were in their prime,
When like Apollo he came forth to warm
Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm!
Nature berfelf was proud of his defignes,
And joy'd to wear the dreffing of his Lines!
Which were fo richly fpun, and woven so fit,
As, fince, he will vouchfafe no other wit.
The merry Greek, tart Ariftophanes,
Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please;
But antiquated, and deferted lye,

As they were not of Nature's family.
Yet must I not give Nature all: Thy Art,
My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part.
For tho' the Poet's matter Nature be,

His Art doth give the Fashion. And, that he
Who cafts to write a living line muft fweat,
(Such as thine are) and ftrike the second heat
Upon the Mufes Anvile; turn the fame,
(And himself with it) that he thinks to frame ;
Or for the Laurel, be may gain a fcorn,
For a good Poet's made, as well as born.
And fuch wert thou. Look bors the Father's face
Lives in his Iffue, even fo the race

Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines
In his well torned, and true filed lines:

In each of which be feems to bake a Lance,
As brandifh'd at the eyes of Ignorance.
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Sweet

Sweet Swan of Avon! what a fight it were
To fee thee in our water yet appear,

And make thofe flights upon the Banks of Thames,
That fo did take Eliza, and our James!
But ftay, I fee thee in the Hemisphere
Advanc'd, and made a Constellation there!
Shine forth, thou Starre of Poets, and with rage,
Or influence, chide, or chear the drooping Stage,
Which, fince thy flight from bence, bath mourn'd like
night,

And defpairs day, but for thy Volume's light.

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Dramatis Perfonæ.

ALONSO, King of Naples.

Sebastian, his Brother.

Profpero, the rightful Duke of Milan.

Anthonio, his Brother, the ufurping Duke of Milan.
Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples.

Gonzalo, an honeft old Counsellor of Naples.
Adrian,

Francifco,

} Lords:

Caliban, a Savage, and deformed Slave:
Trinculo, a fefter.

Stephano, a drunken Butler.

Mafter of a Ship, Boatfwain, and Mariners..
Miranda, Daughter to Profpero..

Ariel, an aiery Spirit.

Iris,

SCENE, the Sea with a Ship, afterwards an uninhabited Island.

Of this Play the first known Edition is that of 1623, when it was published with the other Works of ShakeSpeare by Hemmings and Condel, in Folio.

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