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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'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
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.
Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure
Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gracious
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!
How fine my master is! I am afraid
What things are these, my lord Antonio?
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.
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 '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
And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
And worship this dull fool!
Go to; away!
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
Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;
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
Spoken by Prospero.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
Must fill, or else my project fails.