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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.
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil-
For 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.


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!

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 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!


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 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
Every third thought shall be my grave.


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

I long


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 near.





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,

Let me not,

Or sent to Naples.
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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