Enter CALIBAN,

PROSPERO and ARIEL remain, invisible,
STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet.

Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall we now are near his cell.

Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us. Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If

I should take a displeasure against you, look you,-
Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still.

Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to

Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.
All's hush'd as midnight yet.

Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,

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Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that monster, but an infinite loss.

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Trin. That's more to me than my wetting; yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.

Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.

Cal. Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st thou here,
This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.
Do that good mischief which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,

For aye thy foot-licker.

Ste. Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

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Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano ! look what a wardrobe here is for thee !

Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.

Trin. O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery. O king Stephano!

Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.

Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean 230 To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone

And do the murder first: if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,

Make us strange stuff.

Mistress line, is not this my

Ste. Be you quiet, monster. jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin.

Trin. Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace,

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Ste. I thank thee for that jest: here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this coun try. "Steal by line and level" is an excellent pass of pats, there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your finger, and away with the rest.

Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes

With foreheads villanous low.

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Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.

Trin. And this.
Ste. Ay, and this.

A noise of hunters heard.

Enter divers Spirits, in shape f

dogs and hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

Pros. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver !

Pros. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there, hark! hark!

[Cal., Ste., and Trin. are driven out

Ge charge my goblins that they grind their joints

With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews

With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
Than pard or cat o' mountain.

Ari.

Hark, they roar !

Pros. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour

Lie at my mercy all mine enemies :

Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou

Shalt have the air of freedom: for a little
Follow, and do me service.

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ACT V

SCENE I. Before PROSPERO's cell.

Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL
Pros. Now does my project gather to a head:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You said our work should cease.

Pros.

I did say so

When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and's followers?

Ari.

Confined together

In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,

In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge till your release.

The king,

His brother and yours, abide all three distracted
And the remainder mourning over them,

Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly

Him that you term'd, sir, "The good old lord, Gonzalo;" His tears ran down his beard, like winter's drops

From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pros.

Dost thou think so, spirit?

Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Pros.

And mine shall. 20

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,

One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury

Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,

The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

Ari.

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I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pros. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and

groves,

And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up

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The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,

And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.

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[Solemn music

Re-enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks:

A solemn air and the best comforter

To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,

Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,

Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

To him thou follow'st! I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.

Thou art pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,

Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee
Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore

That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me: Ariel,
Fetch me that hat and rapier in my cell:
I will discase me, and myself present
As I was sometime Milan : quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

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ARIEL sings and helps to attire him.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie.

There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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Pros. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.

To the king's ship, invisible as thou art :

Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain

There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

Being awake, enforce them to this place,

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

Or ere your pulse twice beat.

And presently, I prithee.

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[Exit.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement

Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us

Out of this fearful country!

Pros.

Behold, sir king,

The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:

For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company I bid

A hearty welcome.

Alon.

Whether thou be'st he or no,

Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

As late I have been, I not know thy pulse

Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,

The affliction of my mind amends, with which,

I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,

An if this be at all, a most strange story.

Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero Be living and be here?

Pros.

First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot

Be measured or confined.

Gon.

Or be not, I'll not swear.
Pros.

Some subtities o' the isle,
Believe things certain.

Whether this be

You do yet taste

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that will not let you Welcome, my friends all ! [Aside to Seb. and Ant.] But you, my brace of lords, were

I so minded,