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Should become Kings of Naples! O rejoice
Beyond a common joy, and fet it down
In gold on lafting pillars! in one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
And Ferdinand her brother found a wife,
Where he himself was loft; Profpero his Dukedom
In a poor Ifle; and all of us, our felves,
When no man was his own.

Alon. Give me your hands:

[To Fer, and Mir.

Let grief and forrow ftill embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!

Gon. Be't fo, Amen!

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Enter Ariel, with the Mafter and Boatswain amazedly following.

O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us!
I prophefy'd, if a gallows were on land
This fellow could not drown. Now, blafphemy!
That fwear'ft grace o'er-board, not an oath on fhore?
Haft thou no mouth by land? what

the news?
Boatf. The best news is, that we have fafely found
Our King and company; the next, our fhip,
Which but three glaffes fince we gave out split,
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 trickley spirit!

Alon. These are not natural events; they ftrengthen From strange to ftranger. Say, how came you hither ? Boatf. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, I'd ftrive to tell you. We were dead afleep, And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches, Where but even now with strange and fev'ral noises Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diversity of founds, all horrible, We were awake; ftraightway at liberty: Where we in all her trim freshly beheld Our royal good and gallant fhip; our mafter Cap'ring to eye her; on a trice, fo 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,
As 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 ftrangeness of this bufinefs; at pickt leifute
(Which shall be shortly) fingle I'll refolve you,
Which to you fhall feem probable, of every
Thefe happen'd accidents; till when be chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, fpirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free:

Untie the fpell. How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet miffing of your company

Some few odd lads, that you remember not.


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

Ste. Every man fhift for all the reft, and let no man take care for himfelf; for all is but fortune; Coragio, bully-monster, 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 Anthonia ? 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 say 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 demi-devil


(For he's a baftard 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 reeling-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,

That, I fear me, will neler out of my bones: 1 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 bestow 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 waste
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 ship; 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 strangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all,

And promise you calm feas, aufpicious gales,
And fail fo expeditious it shall 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.


Spoken by PROSPERO.

OW my charms are all o'ertbrown,
And what ftrength I have's mine own;
Which is moft faint and now 'tis true
I must be here 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 hands.
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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