Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, Fer. Sir, she's mortal; But, by immortal providence, she's mine; Alon. I am hers: But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Pro. There, sir, stop; Let us not burden our remembrances Gon. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown; For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither! Alon. I say, amen, Gonzalo! Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice 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. O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! This fellow could not drown.-Now, blasphemy, Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when We first put out to sea. Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went. Pro. My tricksy spirit! [Aside. 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, 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 strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straightway, 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 shalt be free. [Aside. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod 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, Set Caliban and his companions free: 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 Seb. Ha, ha; What things are these, my lord Antonio! Ant. 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 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 Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? How cam'st thou in this pickle? [they 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 look'd on. [Pointing to Caliban. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Pro. Go to, away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where yo found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cul. 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, Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd: To hear the story of your life, which must Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel;-chick,- Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside] Please you, draw near. [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. Spoken by PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer; As you from crimes would pardon'd be |