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, 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

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.

This mis-shapen knave,

His mother was a witch, and one so strong

260

That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, 270

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?

267. badges, silver plates bearing their master's arms, worn by servants as part of their livery.

271. deal in her command without her power, exercise her influence beyond her sphere.

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!

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

a cramp.

Pros. You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?

on.

Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd
[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.

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290

[Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin. Pros. Sir, I invite your highness and your train 300 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

279. reeling ripe, intoxicated

280. gilded 'em, made them

to the reeling-point. Analogous glow.
phrases were: tumbling-ripe,
weeping-ripe, crying-ripe.

302. waste, spend.

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 solémnized;
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 Ari.] My Ariel, chick,

That is thy charge: then to the elements

Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw

near.

[Exeunt.

310

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
In this bare island by your spell;

309. dear-beloved solemnized. This scansion is indicated by the Ff spelling belov'd. The word solemnized is scanned thus in

Love's Labour's Lost, ii. 1. 42; sólemnized in the other three verse passages in which Shakespeare uses it.

But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours 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 relieved 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.

9, 10. An invitation to the audience to applaud.

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