This Fellow could not drown: Now, Blafphemy,

That fwear'ft Grace o'er-board, not an Oath on Shore.
Haft thou no Mouth by Land?

What is the News?

Boats. The best News is, that we have fafe found
Our King and Company; the next, our Ship,
Which but three Glaffes fince we gave out split,
Is tite, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to Sea.

Ari. Sir, all this Service

Have I done fince I went.

Pro. My trickley Spirit.

Alon. Thefe are not natural Events; they strengthen
From strange to ftranger.: Say, how came you hither?
Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake,
I'd ftrive to tell you: We were dead of fleep,
And, how we know not, all clapt under Hatches,
Where, but even now, with ftrange and several Noifes
Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, gingling Chains,
And more diverfity of Sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; ftraightway at Liberty;
Where we, in all our Trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant Ship; our Master
Capring to eye her; on a trice, fo please you,
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.
Alon. This is as ftrangea Maze as e'er Men trod,
'And there is in this Bufinefs more than Nature
Was ever Conduct of; fome Oracle

Muft rectifie our Knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my Liege,

Do not infect your Mind with beating on
The ftrangeness of this Bufinefs; at pickt Leifure,
Which shall be shortly fingle, I'll refolve you,

Which to you fhall feem probable, of

every
Thefe happen'd Accidents; 'till when, be chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, Spirit ;
Set Caliban and his Companions free:

Untie the Spell. How fares my gracious Sir?

There are yet miffing of your Company
Some few odd Lads, that you remember not.

Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their ftollen Apparel.

Ste. Every Man fhift for all the reft, and let
No Man take care for himself; for all is
But Fortune: Coragio, Bully-Monfter, 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 Mafter is! I am afraid

He will chastise me.

Seb. Ha, ha;

What things are thefe, my Lord Anthonio!
Will Mony buy 'em?

Ant. Very like; one of them

Is a plain Fish, and no doubt marketable.

Pro. Mark but the Badges of thefe Men, my Lords,
Then say if they be true: This mishapen Knave,
His Mother was a Witch, and one so strong

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 Demy-Devil,
For he's a Baftard one, had plotted with them
To take my Life; two of thefe Fellows you
Muft know and own, this thing of Darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I fhall be pincht 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 cam'ft thou in this pickle ?

Trin. I have been in fuch a pickle fince I faw you laft, That I fear me will never out of my Bones;

I fhall not fear fly-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now Stephano?

Ste. O touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a Cramp.
Pro. You'd be King o'th' Ifle, Sirrah?

Ste. I fhould have been a fore one then.

Alon

Alon. 'Tis a ftrange thing as e'er I look'd on.
Pro. He is as difproportion'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 handfomly.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wife hereafter,
And feek for Grace. What a thrice double Afs
Was I to take this Drunkard for a God?

And worship this dull Fool?

Pro. Go to, away.

Alon. Hence, and beftow yourLuggage where you found it.
Seb. Or ftole it rather.

Pro. Sir, I invite your Highness and your Train
To my poor Cell; where you fhall take your Reft
For this one Night, which, Part of it, I'll wafte
With fuch Difcourfe, as I not doubt fhall make it
Go quick away; the Story of my Life,
And the particular Accidents gone by
Since I came to this Ifle: And in the Morn
I'll bring you to your Ship; and fo to Naples.
Where I have hope to fee the Nuptials
Of these our dear-beloved folemniz'd ;
And thence retire me to my Millan, where
Every third Thought shall be my Grave.
Alon. I long

To hear the Story of your Life, which muft
Take the Ear ftrangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all,

And promise you calm Seas, aufpicious Gales,
And Sail fo expeditious, that shall catch
Your Royal Fleet far off: My Ariel, Chick,
That is thy Charge; then to the Elements
Be free, and fare thou well. Please you

draw near.

[Exeunt omnes.

EPI

Spoken by Profpero.

Now

OW, now my Charms are all o'er-thrown, And what Strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: Now 'tis true I must be here confin'd by you, Or fent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my Dukedom got, And pardon'd the Deceiver, dwell In this bare Ifland by your Spell; But releafe me from my Bands, With the help of your good Hands. Gentle Breath of yours, my Sails Muft fill, or else my Project fails, Which was to pleafe. Now I want Spirits to enforce, Arts to enchant ; And my ending is Despair, Unless I be reliev'd by Prayer ; Which pierces fo, that it affaults Mercy it felf, and frees all Faults. As you from Crimes would pardon'd be, Let your Indulgence fet me free.