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 these fellows you
Must 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's drunk now: where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe; where fhould they Find this grand 'lixir, 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. 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
To have my pardon, trim it handfomly.

look

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!

(it.

Alon. Hence, and beftow your luggage where you found

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 wafte
With fuch discourse, as I not doubt, shall 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 hip; 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

Every third thought fhall 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 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.

EPILOGUE,

N

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 ifland by your spell :
But releafe me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands,
Gentle breath of yours my fails
Maft 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 itself, and frees all faults.

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

FINI S.