Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, Ari. I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, 230 [Aside to Pros.] Was 't well done? 240 Pros. [Aside to Ari.] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; Pros. 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 hither, spirit: 251 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 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! Seb. Ant. How fine my master is! I am afraid Ha, ha! What things are these, my lord Antonio? 260 Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pros. 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, 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 them 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 drunken butler ? Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they 271 Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em ?— 280 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. Pros. You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah? Ste. I should have been a sore one, then. Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on. [Pointing to Caliban. Pros. He is as disproportion'd in his manners Pros. And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass And worship this dull fool! Go to; away! 290 Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin. Pros. Sir, I invite your Highness and your train To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest 300 Alon. Pros. Of these our dear-beloved solemnized; I long To hear the story of your life, which must I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, Your royal fleet far off. [Aside to Ari.] My That is thy charge: then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near. [Exeunt. 310 EPILOGUE. Spoken by Prospero. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Must fill, or else my project fails. ΙΟ |