SEB.

Ha, ha!

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

That could control 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-]
-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?
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?
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. 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.

[Exeunt CAL, STE., and TRIN. PROS. 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 I'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples, Where I have hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear-beloved solemnized; And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.

ALON.

To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

I long

I'll deliver all;

PROS.
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,
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;
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.

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