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Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awaked; straightway at liberty :
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
Was't well done?
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.
Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business : at picked leisure,
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you
(Which to you shall seem probable) of every
These happened accidents : till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well. — Come hither, spirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.] How fares my gracious sir?
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
Re-enter Ariel, driving in CalibAN, STEPHANO, and Trin-
CULO, 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
He will chastise me.
What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Will money buy them?
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 misshapen 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 robbed 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
I shall be pinched 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 them ? How cam'st 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.
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I looked on.
[Pointing to CALIBAN.
Pro. He is as disproportioned 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!
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, 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.
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so 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!--[Aside.] Please you, draw
Now my charms are all o’erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint : now, 't is true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples : Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardoned 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 pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.
Gentlemen of Verona.
ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.
Thurio, a foolish Rival to Valentine.
EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia in her escape.
SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine.
LAUNCE, Servant to Proteus.
PANTHIO, Servant to Antonio.
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.
JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Silvia, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine.
LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia.
Servants, Musicians. SCENE. Sometimes in VERONA; sometimes in MILAN; and on
the frontiers of MANTUA.