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Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to fea.

Ari. Sir, all this fervice
Have I done fince I went.
Pro. My trickfey fpirit!

Alon. Thefe are not natural events; they ftrengthen From strange to ftranger. Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake,

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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 ftrange and fev'ral noifes
Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And inore diverfity of founds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; ftraightway at liberty:
Where we in all 3 '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 bufinefs more than nature
Was ever conduct of; fome oracle

Muft rectifie our knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my Liege,

Do not infeft your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business; at pickt leisure
(Which shall be shortly) fingle I'll refolve you,
Which to you shall feem 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 miffing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

3 our... old edit. Theob, emend.

SCENE

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Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their stolen apparel.

Ste. Every man fhift for all the reft, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune; Coragio, bullymonfter, Coragio.

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

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave fpirits indeed!

How fine my mafter is! I am afraid

He will chaftife me.

Seb. Ha, ha; what things are thefe, 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 fo ftrong

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 thefe 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 is drunk now: + 'but how? where had he wine?

Alon. And Trinculo is recling-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 laft,

F 3

4 where had he wine?
5 liquor....old edit. Warb, emend.

That,

bones:

That, I fear me, will ne'er out of my
I fhall 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' Ifle, Sirrah?

Ste. I fhould have been a fore one.

Alon. This is a strange thing as I ever look'd on.`
Pro. He is as difproportion'd in his manners
As in his fhape: go, Sirrah, to my cell,
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handfomly.

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 beftow 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
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 fee the nuptials

Of these our dear-beloved folemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought fhall be my grave.
Alon. I long

To hear the ftory of your life, which must
Take the ear ftrangely.

6 'Tis a strange thing, as e'er I look'd on.

Pro.

Pro. I'll deliver all,

And promife you calm feas, aufpicious gales,
And fail fo expeditious 7 'it fhall 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.

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EPILOGUE.

Spoken by PROSPERO.

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 bere 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 bands.
Gentle breath of yours my fails
Muft fill, or elfe my project fails,
Which was to pleafe. 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 it felf, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence fet me free.

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