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To take my life; two of these fellows you
Must know and own; this thing of darkness I
Cal. I shall be pincht to death.
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler ?
Seb. He's drunk now : where had he .wine?
ALON. And Trinculo is reeling ripe; where should they
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em ?
How cam'ft thou in this pickle?
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones : I hhall 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'th' ille, Sirrah ?
STE. I should have been a sore one then.
ALON. 'Tis a strange thing, as I e're look'd on.
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
As in his shape.-Go, firrah, to my celí,
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. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a God?
And worship this dull fool ?
Pķo. Go to, away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
SEB. Or stole it rather.
Pro. Sir, I invite your highness and your traia 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 nuptials
Of these our dear beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alox. I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear ftrangely.
PRO. I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm feas, auspicious gales,
And fail fo expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off. My Ariel--chick-
That is thy charge : then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well !...Please you draw near.
Now my charms are all o'er-thrown,
And what strength I have's mine own;
Which is most faint : and now, 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd 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 fails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. For now I want
Spirits t'enforce, art to enchant :
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd 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!
Theseus, duke of Athens.
EGEUS, an Athenian lord.
LYSANDER, in love with Hermia.
DEMETRIUS, in love with Hermia.
PHILOSTRATE, master of the sports to the duke.
Quince, the carpenter.
SNUG, the joiner.
Bottom, the weaver.
FLUTE, the bellows-mender.
SNOWT, the tinker.
STARVELING, the tailor.
HIPPOLITA, princess of the Amazons, betroth'd to Theseus. HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander, HELENA, in love with Demetrius.
OBERON, king of the fairies.
TITANIA, queen of the fairies.
Puck, or ROBIN-GOODFELLOW, a fairy.
Characters in the Interlude performa WALL,
ed by the Clowns. MOONSHINE, Lyon,
Other fairies attending on the king and queen.
SCENE, Athens; and a wood not far from it.