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To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire, That they devour their reason; and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath; but, howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain, That I am Prospero, and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was
nand and Miranda playing at chess.
No, my dearest love,
If this provo
A most high miracle !
[Ferd. kneels to Alon. Alon.
Now all the blessings
'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast
Sir, she's niortal
I am hers;
There, sir, stop:
I have inly wept.
I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
Beyond a common joy; and set it down
Give me your hands :
[To Fer. and Mir. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth aot wish you joy! Gon.
Be't so! Amen!
Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain
O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us!
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.
My tricksyi spirit!
strengthen, From strange to stranger. Say, 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, sbrieking, howling, giugling chains,
• In his senses.
* Clever, adroit.
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
Was't well done?
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 probable), of every These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well. Come bither, 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 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
Very like; one of then
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 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 eramp.
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
[Pointing to Caliban.