Alon. [Pointing to CAL.] This is a strange thing as e'er I looked on. Pro. He is as disproportioned 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! Pro. Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather. [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, Every third thought shall be my grave. Alon. I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely. I'll deliver all ; Pro. Be free, and fare thou well!-Please you, draw near. [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. Spoken by PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so, that it assaults |