Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when

We first put out to sea.

Ari. [aside.]

Have I done since I went.

Pro. [aside.]

Sir, all this service

My tricksy spirit !

Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen,

From strange to stranger.- Say, how came you hither?

Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,

Where, but even now, with strange and several

noises

Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awaked; straightway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Capering to eye her on a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari. [aside.]

Was't well done? Pro. [aside.] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.

Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er mer

trod:

And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of: some oracle

Must rectify our knowledge.

Pro.

Sir, my liege,

Do not infest your mind with beating on

The strangeness of this business at pick'd

leisure,

Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you

(Which to you shall seem probable) of every These happen'd accidents : till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-[Aside.] Come hither, spirit;

Set Caliban and his companions free :

Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.]—How fares my gracious sir?

There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads that you remember not.

Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and
TRINCULO, in their stolen Apparel.

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

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

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid

What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Will money buy them?

Ant.

Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,

Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen

knave,

His mother was a witch, and one so strong

That could control the moon, make flows and

ebbs,

And deal in her command, without her power. These three have robb'd me; and this demi

devil

(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them

To take my life: two of these fellows you Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.

Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?— How cam'st thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I aw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?

Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

Pro. You'd be king o' the isle, sirrah?

Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. [Pointing to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,

And seek for grace.

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

What a thrice-double ass

Go to; away!

And worship this dull fool.

Pro.

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where

you found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather.

[Exeunt CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and

TRINCULO.

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your

train,

To my poor cell where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away: the story of my life,
And the particular accidents gone by,
Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.

Alon.
I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

Pro.

I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch

Your royal fleet far off.-[Aside.] My Ariel;chick,

That is thy charge; then to the elements

Be free, and fare thou well!-Please you draw

near.

[Exeunt.

EPILOGUE.

Spoken by PROSPERO.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,-
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island, by your spell;
But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer;
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

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