(Which to you shall seem probable) of every

These happened 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?

There are yet missing of your company

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

What things are these, my Lord Antonio?
Will money buy them?

Ant.

Very like one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable

Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,

Then say, if they be true.-This misshapen 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 robbed 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.

Cal.

I shall be pinched 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 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. [Pointing to CAL.] This is a strange thing as e'er I looked on.

Pro. He is as disproportioned 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!

[Exeunt CAL., STE., and TRIN.

Pro. 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-belovéd solemnised;
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.

Pro.

I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that 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.

Now

EPILOGUE

Spoken by PROSPERO

my charms are all o'erthrown,

And what strength I have 's mine own;
Which is most faint: now, 't is true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardoned 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 pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free.