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Beyond a common joy; and set it down
Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,
When no man was his own.
Give me your hands:
[To Fer. and Mir.
Be't so! Amen!
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.
O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us!
This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy,
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Our king and company: the next our ship,Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split, Is tight and yaret, and bravely rgig'd, as when We first put out to sea.
Have I done since I went.
Sir, all this service
My tricksyt spirit!
Alon. These are not natural events; they
From strange to stranger.-Say, how came you hither?
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
In his senses. + Ready.
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
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 pick'd leisure,
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gra
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and
Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortuneCoragio, bully-inonster, 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 ?
Pro. 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,
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 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
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 look'd on. [Pointing to Caliban.
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
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 solemuiz'd; And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.
I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Be free, and fare thou well!-[aside]. Please you
Spoken by Prospero.
NOW my charms are all o'erthrown,
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.
It is observed of The Tempest, that its plan is regular; this the author of The Revisal thinks, what I think too, an accidental effect of the story, not intended or regarded by our author. But, whatever might be Shakspeare's intention in forming or adopting the plot, he has made it instrumental to the proVOL. I.