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Beyond a common joy; and set it down With gold on lasting pillars : In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, - In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, When no man was his own Alon.

Give me your hands :

[To Fer. and Mir. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon.

Be't so! Amen!

Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain

amazedly following.

O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us !
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore!
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

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.
Ari.

Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.

[Aside. Pro.

My tricksyi spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they

strengthen, From strange to strapger.-Şay, how came you hither?

Boats. If I did think, sir, I 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 strangeand several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,

In his senses.

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Clever, adroit.

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And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty;
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so 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 [Aside.

shalt be free. 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, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probaole), of every These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, And thiuk of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit;

[Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free: Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gra.

cious sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and

Trinculo, in their stolen appurel.

Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune :Coragio, bully-inonster, Coragio!

Trin. If these be true spies wliich I wear in my head, here's a goodly-siglit.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed !

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How fine my master is ! I am afraid
He will chastise me.
Seb.

Ha, ha;
What things are these, my lord Antonio ?
Will money buy them?
Ant.

Very like; one of theni
'Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,

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 thein
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 dronken 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

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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 look'd on.

[Pointing to Caliban.
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manuers,
As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell ;
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

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Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise liereafter,
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,
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.

Alon.
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear straugely.
Pro.

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; theu to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well !-[aside). Please you
draw near.

[Ereunt.

I long

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VOL.

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 confin'd 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 relieo'd by prayer ;
Which pierces so, thut it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.

It is observed of The Tempest, that its plap 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 adopt. ing the plot, he has made it instrumental to the preVOL. I.

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