Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, Sir, look, Sir; here are more of us! Our King, and company: the next, our ship, Which, but three glasses since, we gave out Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigged, as when We first put out to sea. T 1 Pro. My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger:' Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, Sir, 1 were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, "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, Ariel. Was't well done? best 1 Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt beAside. free. Alon. 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, spirit; [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free: There are yet missing of your company 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 forCoragio, bully-monster, Coragie!.. Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. tune: Cal. O Setebos, 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 Antonio! Ant. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my Lords, Then say, if they be true: This mis - shapen knave, - VOL. I. His mother' was a witch; and one so strong And deal in her command, without her power: Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? 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. Pro. You'd be King of the isle, sirrah? 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 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? Pro. Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. : Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt CAL, STE. and TRIN. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Of these our dear - beloved solemniz'd; To hear the story of your life, which must Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, My Ariel; chick, That is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well! [aside.] Please you, draw car. [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. NOW my charms are all o'erthrown, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer. |