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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,

272
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 pinch'd to death. 276
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 them? How cam’st thou in this pickle? nath brinesl alwhat

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. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.

[Pointing to Cal.]
Pro. 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,
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And worship this dull fool!
Pro.

Go to; away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you

found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather.

[Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin.] Pro. Sir, I invite your highness and your train 300 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

304 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

308
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.

Alon.
To hear the story of your life, which must

312 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.-[Aside to Ari.] My Ariel, chick,

316 That is thy charge: then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well ! Please you, draw near.

Exeunt omnes. 313 deliver: relate

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Morton lure's proof for the authenticity of the epilog.

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in style.

EPILOGUE

Spoken by Prospero.

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Now 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 con fin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
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 reliev'd 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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