Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! Our king and company: the next, our ship,- Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business: at picked leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable) of every These happened accidents: till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit; [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free : There are yet missing of your company Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, 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 He will chastise me. 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 Cal. I shall be pinched 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 cramp. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? looked on. For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste To hear the story of your life, which must 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; then to the elements 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 relieved by prayer; SCENE I.-An open place in Verona. Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Wer't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honoured love, I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardised at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu ! Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest When thou dost meet good hap: and in thy danger, If ever danger do environ thee, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander crossed the Hellespont. |