But, by immortall prouidence, she's mine. She 192 Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine, Alo. I am hers! But O, how odly will it found, that I Pro. 196 There, Sir, ftop! Let vs not burthen our remembrances, with Gon. I haue inly wept, Or fhould haue spoke ere this.-Looke downe, you gods, For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the way 200 Which brought vs hither. Alo. I fay 'Amen,' Gonzallo! 204 Gon. Was Millaine thruft from Millaine, that his Iffue Should become Kings of Naples? O, reioyce Beyond a common ioy! and fet it downe With gold on lafting Pillers: In one voyage, 208 Did Claribell, her husband finde at Tunis; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, Where he himselfe was loft; Profpero, his Dukedome Alo. [to FER. & MIR.] 212 Giue me your hands! Be it fo! Amen! Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not with you ioy! Gon. Re-enter ARIELL, with the Mafter and Boatswaine amazedly following. O, looke, Sir! looke, Sir! here is more of vs ! I prophefi'd, 'if a Gallowes were on Land, 216 This fellow could not drowne.' [To Boats.] Now, Blafphemy, That swear'ft Grace ore-boord, not an oath on shore? Haft thou no mouth by land? What is the newes? Bot. The best newes is, that we haue safely found (Ar. [aside to PROS.] Haue I done fince I went! Sir, all this feruice Alo. These are not naturall euents; they strengthen 220 224 Pro. [aside to ARI.] My tricksey Spirit !) From ftrange to stranger. Say, how came you hither? 228 I'ld ftriue to tell you: We were dead of sleepe, Where, but euen now, with strange and feuerall noyfes 232 (Of roring, fhreeking, howling, gingling chaines, 236 Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Mafter (Ar. [aside to PROS.] Was't well done? 240 Pro. [aside to ARI.] Brauely, (my Diligence!) thou shalt be free!) Alo. This is as ftrange a Maze, as ere men trod; And there is in this bufineffe, more then Nature Was euer conduct of: fome Oracle Muft rectifie our knowledge. Pro. Doe not infeft your minde, with beating on 244 Sir, my Leige! The strangeneffe of this bufineffe; at pickt leisure, (Which shall be shortly,) fingle, I'le refolue you 248 (Which to you shall feeme probable) of euery These happend accidents; till when, be cheerefull, And thinke of each thing well! ([Aside to ARI.] Come hither, Spirit! 251 236. her] Theobald (Thirlby conj.). our F. Set Caliban, and his companions free! Vntye the Spell!) [Exit ARIEL.] ¶ How fares my gracious Sir? There are yet miffing of your Companie Some few odde Lads, that you remember not. Re-enter ARIELL, driuing in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and 255 Ste. Euery man shift for all the reft, and let no man take care for himselfe; for all is but fortune! ¶ Coragio, BullyMonster, Corafo!1 Tri. If these be true fpies which I weare in my head, here's a goodly fight! 260 Cal. Ŏ Setebos, these be braue Spirits indeede ! How fine my Master is! I am afraid What things are these, my Lord Anthonio? Will money buy em? Ant. 264 Very like! one of them Is a plaine Fish, and no doubt marketable. Pro. Marke but the badges of these men, my Lords! Then say if they be true. This mishapen knaue: 268 (His Mother was a Witch, and one so strong That could controle the Moone, make flowes and ebs, 272 Cal. I shall be pincht to death! 276 Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler? Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em? 280 ¶ How cam'ft thou in this pickle? Tri. I haue bin in such a 'pickle' fince I faw you last, that (I feare me) will neuer out of my bones! I fhall not feare fly-blowing. 1 Corasio is kept to show the stage pronunciation, Corazhio. 284 Seb. Why! how now, Stephano? Ste. O touch me not! I am not Stephano, but a Cramp! Alo. This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on. 288 [Points to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as difproportion'd in his Manners Cal. I, that I will! and Ile be wife hereafter, Pro. 292 295 [Points to STEPH. Goe to! away! 297 Alo. Hence! and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or ftole it, rather. [Exeunt CAL., STEPH. & TRINC. Pro. Sir! I inuite your Highneffe, and your traine To my poore Cell, where you fhall take your reft 301 For this one night; which (part of it) Ile wafte With such discourse, as (I not doubt) shall make it 305 Since I came to this Ifle:) And in the morne Alo. 309 I long 313 [chicke! To heare the story of your life; which muft Pro. I'le deliuer all, And promise you calme Seas, auspicious gales, And faile fo expeditious, that shall catch Your Royall fleete farre off. ([Aside to ARI.] My Ariel! That is thy charge: Then to the Elements Be free, and fare thou well!) 309. beloved] belou'd F. Please you draw neere! 318 [Exeunt omnes. Manet PROSPERO. 313. strangely] starngely F. EPILOG VE, Spoken by PROspero. Now my Charmes are all ore-throwne; And what ftrength I haue,'s mine owne, 320 Which is moft faint: Now, 'tis true, I must be heere confinde by you, 322 Or fent to Naples. Let me not [The Names of the Actors follow. See it, enlarg'd, on p. 294, abuv.] [Exit. 338 FINIS. |