SCENE V.

Enter Ariel, with the Mafter and Boatswain amazedly following.

O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us!
I prophefy'd, if a gallows were on land,

This fellow could not drown. Now, blafphemy,
That swear'ft grace o'erboard, not an oath on fhore?
Haft thou no mouth by land? what is the news?
Boats. The best news is, that we have fafely found
Our King and company; the next, our fhip,
Which but three glaffes fince we gave out split,
Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.

Ari. Sir, all this fervice Have I done fince I went.

Pro. My trickley fpirit!

Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From ftrange to ftranger. Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, I'd ftrive to tell you. We were dead a-fleep, And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches, Where but ev'n now with strange and fev'ral noises Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; ftraightway at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good and gallant fhip; our master Cap'ring to eye her; on a trice, so please you, Ev'n in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither.

Ari. Was't well done?

Pro. Bravely, my diligence, thou shalt be free. Alon. This is as ftrange a maze as e'er men trod, And there is in this business more than nature

Was

Was ever conduct of; fome oracle
Muft rectify our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my Liege,

Do not infeft your mind with beating on
The ftrangeness of this business; at pickt leisure
(Which fhall be fhortly) * fingle I'll refolve you,
Which to you fhall feem probable, of every
Thefe happen'd accidents; till when be chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, fpirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free:

Untie the fpell. How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet miffing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their folen Apparel.

Ste.

VERY man fhift for all the reft, and let no man

EY

take care for himself; for all is but fortune; Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!

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

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

He will chafife me.

Seb. Ha, ha;

What things are these, my lord Anthonio!
Will money buy 'em?

Ant. Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and no doubt marketable.

Pro. Mark but the badges of thefe men, my lords, Then fay, if they be true: this mif-fhap'd knave, His mother was a witch, and one so strong

*fingle I'll refolve you,] Because the Confpiracy, against him, of his Brother Sebaftian and his own Brother Anthonio, would make Part of the Relation.

That

That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command without her power.
These three have robb'd me; and this demy-devil
(For he's a baftard one) had plotted with them
To take my life; two of these fellows you
Muft know and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I fhall 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 fhould they

Find this grand 'lixir, that hath gilded 'em?
How cam'ft thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in fuch a pickle, fince I faw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I fhall not fear fly-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?

[cramp.

Ste. O, touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a Pro. You'd be King o' th' ifle, Sirrah?

Ste. I fhould have been a fore one then.

Alon. 'Tis a ftrange thing, as e'er I look'd on.
Pro. He is as difproportion'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 handfomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wife hereafter,
And feek for grace. What a thrice-double afs
Was I, to take this drunkard for a God?
And worship this dull fool?

Pro. Go to, away!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you

found it.

Seb. Or ftole it rather.

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, To my poor cell; where you fhall take your reft For this one night, which (part of it) I'll wafte With fuch difcourfe, as, I not doubt, fhall make it VOL. I.

E

Go

Go quick away; the ftory of my life,
And the particular accidents gone by,
Since I came to this ifle: and in the morn
I'll bring you to your fhip; and fo to Naples;
Where I have hope to see the nuptials
Of these our dear beloved folemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon. I long

To hear the ftory of your life, which muft
Take the ear strangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm feas, aufpicious 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 faré thou well! Please you, draw near.

[Exeunt omnes.

EPILOGUE,

Spoken by Profpero.

Now my charms are all o'er thrown,

And what ftrength I have's mine own;
Which is most faint: and now, 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or fent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my Dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare ifland by your spell :
But releafe me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my fails
Muft fill, or elfe my project fails,
Which was to please. For now I want
Spirits t'enforce, art to enchant;

*

And my ending is defpair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;
Which pierces fo, that it affaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence fet me free!

And my ending is defpair,

Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;]

This alludes to the old Stories told of the Necromancer's Despair in their laft Moments; and of the Efficacy of the Prayers of their Friends for them.