And on this couple drop a blessed crown! 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. 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't 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, 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 ship Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split — Is 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 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; Ari. [aside to Pros.] Was't well done? Pros. [aside to Ari.] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free. 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 to you shall seem probable — of every 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. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune. Coragio, bullymonster, 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 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, That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em? How cam'st 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? Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. Pros. He is as disproportion'd in his manners 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! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin. Pros. Sir, I invite your highness and your train To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest Go quick away, the story of my life, And the particular accidents gone by -- Since I came to this isle: and in the morn Alon. 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 Ari.] 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, |