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.

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.
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,

This fellow could not drown.-Now, blasphemy, That swear'st grace o'erboard, 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

Our king, and company; the next, our shipWhich, but three glasses since, we gave out splitIs tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when We first put out to sea.

Ari. [Aside to PROS.] Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.

Pros. [Aside to ARIEL] 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,
And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
Ari. [Aside to PROS.]
Pros. [Aside to ARIEL]

Thou shalt be free.

Was 't well done? Bravely, my diligence.

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 ARIEL]
Come hither, spirit:

Set Caliban and his companions free ;

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.

Steph. 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.

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?
Will money buy 'em?

Ant.

Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
Pros. Mark but the badges of these men, my

lords,

Then say, if they be true.

knave,

This mis-shapen

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

(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. 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?
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?

Steph. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano,
but a cramp.

Pros. You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?
Steph. I should have been a sore one, then.
Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.
[Pointing to Caliban.

Pros. 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,

And worship this dull fool!

Pros.

Go to ; away!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where

you found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather.

[Exeunt CAL, STEPH., and TRIN. Pros. 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

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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
Take the ear strangely.

Pros.

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 ARIEL] My
Ariel, chick,

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

near.

[Exeunt.

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 confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell