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SCENE VI.

Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their stolen apparel.

Ste. Every man fhift for all the reft, and let no man take care for himfelf; for all is but fortune; Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio.

Trin. If thefe be true fpies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly fight.

Cal. O Setebos, thefe be brave fpirits indeed!
How fine my mafter is! I am afraid
He will chaftise me.

Seb. Ha, ha;

What things are thefe, my lord Anthonie!
Will mony buy 'em?

Ant. Very like; one of them

Is a plain fifh, and no doubt marketable.

Pro. Mark but the badges of thefe men, my lords,
Then say if they be true: this mis-shap'd knave,
His mother was a witch, and one fo ftrong

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 baftard one) had plotted with them
To take my life; two of thefe fellows you
Muft know and own, this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I fhall 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'ft thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in fuch a pickle fince I faw you laft, that I fear me will never out of my bones: I fhall 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 fhould have been a fore one then. Alon. 'Tis a ftrange thing as e'er I look'd on, Pro. He is as difproportion'd in his manners As in his fhape: go, Sirrah, 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 beftow your luggage where you found it.

Seb. Or ftole it rather.

Pro. Sir, I invite your Highnefs and your train
To my poor cell; where you fhall take your reft
For this one night, which (part of it) I'll waste
With fuch difcourfe, as I not doubt fhall make it
Go quick away; the ftory 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 fhip; and fo to Naples.
Where I have hope to fee the nuptials
Of thefe 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 ftory of your life, which muft
Take the ear strangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all,

And promife you calm feas, aufpicious gales,
And fail fo expeditious, that fhall 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.

OW my charms are all o'er-thrown,
And what ftrength I have's mine own;
Which is most faint and now 'tis true
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or fent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my Dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare iftand by your Spell:
But releafe me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my fails
Muft fill, or elfe 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 fo, that it affaults
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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