Cap'ring 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
fhalt be free.

}

[Afide.

Alon. This is as ftrange a maze as e'er men trod; And there is in this bufinefs more than nature Was ever conduct of; fome oracle

Muft rectify our knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my liege,

Do not infeft your mind with beating on
The ftrangeness of this bufinefs; at pick'd leisure,
Which fhall be fhortly, fingle I'll refolve you
(Which to you fhall feem probable) of every
Thefe happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well. Come hi-7

ther, fpirit;

Set Caliban and his companions free :

[To ARIEL.

[Afide.

Untie the fpell. How fares my gracious fir?
There are yet miffing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and
TRINCULO, in their ftolen 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 fpies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly fight.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave fpirits, indeed! How fine my mafter is! I am afraid

He will chaftife me.

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Seb.

Seb. Ha, ha!

What things are thefe, my lord Anthonio?
Will money buy them?

Ant. Very like; one of them

Is a plain fith, and, no doubt, marketable.

Pro. Mark but the badges of thefe men, my lords, Then fay if they be true:-This mis-shapen knave,--His mother was a witch; and one fo ftrong That could controul the moon, make flows andebbs, And deal in her command without her power: These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil (For he's a baftard one) had plotted with them To take my life: two of these fellows, you Muft know, and own; this thing of darkness, I Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I fhall be pinch'd to death.

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

Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?How cam't thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in such 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
Pro. You'd be king of the ifle, firrah? [cramp.
Ste. I fhould have been a fore one then.
Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.
[Pointing to CALIBAN."

Pro. He is as difproportion'd in his manners,
As in his fhape:-Go, firrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look

To

To have my pardon, trim it handfomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wife hereafter, And seek 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 your luggage where you found it.

Seb. Or ftole it, rather.

Pro. Sir, I invite your highnefs, and your train,
To my poor
cell: where you fhall take your rest
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 ftory 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 fhip, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to fee the nuptials
Of thefe, our dear beloved, folemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon. I long

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

Pro. I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm feas, aufpicious gales,
And fail fo expeditious, that fhall catch
Your royal fleet far off.My Ariel;7

chick,

That is thy charge, then to the elements

[Afide.

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

near.

[Exeunt omnes.

EPILOGUE.

EPILOGUE.

Spoken by PROSPERO.

NOW my charms are all d'erthrown,
And what ftrength I have's mine own,
Which is maft 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 fails
Muft fill, or elfe my project fails
Which was to pleafe: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant:
And my ending is defpair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,
Which pierces fo, that it affaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

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

THE END.