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Ari. Sir, all this service

Have I done since I went.

Pro. My tricksy spirit!

[Aside.

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 asleep, And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises

Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty;
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
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Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari. Was't well done?

Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt

be free.

[Aside.

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.

Pro. 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

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(Which

(Which to you shall seem probable) of every These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well. Come hither,

spirit;

Set Caliban and his companions free:

[To ARIEL.

Untie the spell. How fares my gracious sir?
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you

remember not.

[Aside.

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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.

Cal. O Setobos, 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 Anthonio?

Will money buy them?

Ant. Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and no doubt, marketable.

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Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say if they be true:- -This mis-shapen

knave,

His mother was a witch; and one so strong

That

That could controul 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) has plotted with them
To take my life: two of these fellows, you
Must know, and own; the thing of darkness, I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.

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Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Seb. He's drunk now: where had he wine?

Ant. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should
they

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?-
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?

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

cramp.

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?

Ste. I should have been a sore one then.

Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look❜d on.

[Pointing to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape: Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions; as you To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,.

look

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And

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 found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather.

you

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
To my poor
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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 nuptials
Of these, our dear beloved, solemniz'd;
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.

Pro. I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,

And sail so expeditious, that shall catch

Your royal fleet far off. -My Ariel; chick,
That this thy charge, then to the elements

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Aside.

Be free, and fare thou well!-Please you, draw near.

[Exeunt omnes.

EPILOGUE.

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TEMPEST.

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 confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples: let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island, by your spell:
But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of your's, my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant :
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free!

1818-BARCE

THE END.