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To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom since you have given me again, 168
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
As much as me my dukedom.

The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers
FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.

Fer.

No, my dearest love, 172

I would not for the world.

Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should

wrangle,

I chose her when I could not ask my father
For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before; of whom I have
Receiv'd a second life; and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon.
I am hers:
But O! how oddly will it sound that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!
Pro.

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Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heaviness that's gone.
Gon.

I have inly wept, 200 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! 204 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 208
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
Where he himself was lost; Prospero his duke-
dom

In a poor isle; and all of us ourselves,
When no man was his own.

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Alon. [To FER. and MIRA.] Give me your
hands:

Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
That doth not wish you joy!
Gon.
Be it so: Ainen!
Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain
amazedly following.

O look, sir! look, sir! here are more of us. 216
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown.-Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on
shore?

Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? Boats. The best news is that we have safely found

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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.-[Aside to ARI.]
Come hither, spirit;

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Set Caliban and his companions free; Untie the spell. [Exit ARI.] How fares my gracious 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.

260

Cal. O Setebos! these be brave spirits, indeed. How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me.

Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death 276 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?

281 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!

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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
And the particular accidents gone by
Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon.

Pro.

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I long To hear the story of your life, which must 312 Take the ear strangely. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales And sail so expeditious that shall catch Your royal fleet far off.-[Aside to ARI.] My Ariel, chick,

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That is thy charge: then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!-Please you, draw [Exeunt.

near.

EPILOGUE.

Spoken by PROSPERO.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own;
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,

Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

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