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SCENE VI.

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 fight.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!

How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.

Seb. Ha, ha;

What things are these, my lord Anthonio!

Will mony buy 'em?

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 mif-shap'd knave,

His mother was a witch, and one so strong

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 demy-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 pincht 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 fuch 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

Pro. You'd be King o'th' ifle, Sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a fore one then.
Alon. 'Tis a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.
Pro. He is as difproportion'd in his manners

As in his shape: go, Sirrab, 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 stole it rather.

Pro. Sir, I invite your Highness and your train To my poor cell; where you shall take your reft For this one night, which (part of it) I'll waste With fuch difcourse, 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 ifle: and in the morn I'll bring you to your ship; and so to Napies. Where I have hope to see the nuptials Of these our dear-beloved folemniz'd; 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 muft
Take the ear strangely,
Pro. I'll deliver all,

And promife you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And fail 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 omnes.

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"EPILOGUE.

Spoken by Profpero.

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Which is most faint: and now 'tis true
I must be here confin'd by you,

OW my charms are all o'er-thrown,
And what strength I have's mine own;

erel Or fent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my Dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell:
elt But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my fails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. For now I want
Spirits t'enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;
Which pierces so, that it afsfaults
Mercy it felf, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

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MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S

DREAM.

VOL. I.

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