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Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.
Very like; one of them
lords, Then say if they be true.* This mis-shapen 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. 271 These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devilFor 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 pinch'd 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 'em? 280 How camest thou in this pickle?
Ari. 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!
but a cramp.
[Pointing to Caliban. Pros. He is as disproportion'd in his manners As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell; 291 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
Go to; āway!
you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather.
[Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin. Pros. Sir, I invite your highness and your train
I'll deliver all;
chick, That is thy charge: then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
In this bare island by your spell;