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Enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly fol

lowing:

O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us!
I prophesy'd, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore ?
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 ship,
Which but three glasses since we gave out split,
Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.

Ari. Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.

Pro. My tricksey 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 a-sleep,
And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches,
Where but ev’n now with strange and sev'ral noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak’d; straightway at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good and gallant ship; 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 strange a maze as e'er men trod,
And there is in this business more than nature

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Must rectify our knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my Liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business; at pickt 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 chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, fpirit ;
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

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Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trin

culo, in their solen Apparel. ste. ;

VERY man shift for all the rest, and let no man 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,
He will chastise 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 these men, my lords,
Then say, if they be true: this mis-shap'd knave,
His mother was a witch, and one so strong

* single I'll resolve you,] Because the Conspiracy, against him, of his Brother Sebastian 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 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 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 'lixir, that hath gilded 'em?
How cam't 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 shall 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 should have been a sore one then.
Alon. 'Tis a strange thing, as e'er I look'd on.

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. What a thrice-double ass
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 stole it rather.

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, iball make it VOL. I. E

Go

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 fo 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.

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 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, [Exeunt omnes.

E P I L OG UE,

Spoken by Prospero.

No

OW 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 nou, 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!

And my ending is despair,

Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ;] This alludes to the old Stories told of the Necromancer's Despair in their last Moments; and of the Efficacy of the Prayers of their Friends for them.

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