Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod ; Must rectify our knowledge. Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisure, (Which to you shall seem probable) of every These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-[Aside to ARI.] Come hither, spirit: Set Caliban and his companions free; Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL] How fares my gracious Sir? 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 Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, Cal. Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they 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: I 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 a strange thing as e'er I look'd on. [Pointing to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, 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. [Exeunt CAL, STE., and TRIN. To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest And the particular accidents gone by, Since I came to this isle: and in the morn To hear the story of your life, which must Pro. I'll deliver all ; I long 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 near. [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. Spoken by PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own,- I must be here confin'd by you, Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, |