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.
robb'd me; and this demi-

These three have

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.

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276

I shall be pinch'd 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 them?
How cam'st thou in this pickle?

usty brine 281 alwirk 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.

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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,

271 Cf. n.

293

296

280 gilded: flushed

And worship this dull fool!

Pro.

Go to; away!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather.

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[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-beloved solemniz'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 must
Take the ear strangely.

Pro.

I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales

And sail so expeditious that shall catch

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312

Your royal fleet far off.-[Aside to Ari.] My Ariel, chick,

That is thy charge: then to the elements

316

Be free, and fare thou well!-Please you, draw near.

Exeunt omnes.

313 deliver: relate

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that is wat doubted the it stands to the M.N.D. as this does to the Tempest is style.

for me
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Lee Scholey. I lay otheon, and

we will pray that God way have mercy upon thee.

EPILOGUE

Spoken by Prospero.

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 confin'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.

13 want: lack

FINIS.