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say, Amen, Gonzalo. Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy; and set it down With gold on lasting pillars : In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis ; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, In a poor isle ; and all of us, ourselves, When no man was his own.' Alon.

Give me your hands :

[To Fer. and MIRA. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon.

Be't so! Amen!

Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain ama

zedly following O look, sir, look, sir ; here are more of us! I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown :-Now, blasphemy, That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore ? Hast thou no mouth by land ? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Our king, and company: the next our ship, — Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split, Is tight and yare, and bravely rigged, as when We first put out to sea. Ari.

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

[Aside. Pro.

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 clapped under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,

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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.

Was't well done?
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt [Aside.

be free. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men 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 picked leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable) of every These happened accidents : till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.—Come hither, spirit;

[ Aside

Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.]

[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 man 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
He will chastise me.

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Seb.

Ha, ha!
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 misshapen 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 robbed 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 pinched 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 saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my

bones : Í 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 of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I looked on.

[Pointing to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as disproportioned 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.

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1 That is, work the same effects as the moon, without her delegated authority.

2 The phrase being gilded was a trite one for being drunk.

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.

[Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin.
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 solémnized;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.

Alon.
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.—My Ariel,-chick,
That is thy charge; then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well !--[Aside.] Please you,
draw near.

[Exeunt.

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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 pardoned the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island, by your spell ;
But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.'

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Gentle breath of yours iny 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 pardoned be,

your indulgence set me free.

Let

1 By your applause. Noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.

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