How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't! Pros. 'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Fer. She Sir, she is mortal But by immortal Providence she's mine: I chose her when I could not ask my father For his advice, nor thought I had one. Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, Of whom so often I have heard renown, But never saw before; of whom I have Received a second life; and second father This lady makes him to me. Alon. I am hers: But, O, how oddly will it sound that I Must ask my child forgiveness! Pros. There, sir, stop: Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone. Gon. I have inly wept, 200 Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown! Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo ! Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy, and set it down With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves When no man was his own. 210 Alon. [To Fer. and Mir.] Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you joy! Gon. Be it so Amen! Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us: This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy, That swear'st grace o'er board, not an oath on shore? Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found 221 Our king and company; the next, our ship- Ari. [Aside to Pros.] Sir, all this service Pros. [Aside to Ari.] My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And-how we know not-all clapp'd under hatches; Where but even now with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, Thou shalt be free. Was't well done? 240 Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of: some oracle Must rectify our knowledge. Pros. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you, Which to you shall seem probable, of every These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful And think of each thing well. [Aside to Ari.] Come hither, spirit: Set Caliban and his companions free; 251 Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gracious sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads that you remember not. Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio ! Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. 260 Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me. Seb. Ha, ha! What things are these, my lord Antonio? Ant. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pros. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, 271 Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave, Cal. I shall be pinched 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? 280 How camest thou in this pickle? 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. Pros. You'd be king o' the isle, sirrah? on. This is a strange thing as e'er I'look'd [Pointing to Caliban. Pros. He is as disproportion'd in his manners As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell; 291 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 And worship this dull fool! Pros. Go to; away! Alon. Hence and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seo. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin. Pros Sir, I invite your highness and your 300 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 solemnized; 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 310 Pros. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, Your royal fleet far off. [Aside to Ari.] My That is thy charge: then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw [Exeunt. near. EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, ΤΟ 20 |