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,
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.
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.
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,
4 where had he wine? 5 liquor....old edit. Warb, emend.
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?
Alon. Hence, and beftow your luggage where you found it.
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.
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.
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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