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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.

Ha, ha!
What things are these, my lord Antonio ?
Will money buy 'em?

Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and no doubt, marketable.
Pros. Mark but the badges of these men, my

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!
Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano,

but a cramp.
Pros. You’ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd

[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
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
And worship this dull fool!

Go to; āway!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where

you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather.

[Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin. Pros. 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 solemnized;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where 310
Every third thought shall be my grave.

I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
And sail so expeditious that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off. [Aside to Ari.] My Ariel,

chick, That is thy charge: then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw




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 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 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 pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.



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