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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. These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devilFor he's a bastard one -had plotted with them To take
life. Two of these fellows you
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 ? How camest 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 !
Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.
[Pointing to Caliban. Pros. He is as disproportion'd in his manners As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell ; 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! Pros.
Go to; away! 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
shall take 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 Every third thought shall be my grave. Alon.
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,
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
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