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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 !
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.
My tricksyi spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they
strengthen, From strange to strapger.-Şay, 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 strangeand several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
In his senses.
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
Was't well done?
shalt be free. 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. 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 probaole), of every These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, And thiuk of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit;
[Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free: Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gra.
cious 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 appurel.
Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune :Coragio, bully-inonster, Coragio!
Trin. If these be true spies wliich I wear in my head, here's a goodly-siglit.
Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed !
er men trod: nature
ole you of every
How fine my master is ! I am afraid
Very like; one of theni
if they be true*:-This mis-shapen knave,
I shall be pinch'd to death.
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
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 ?
[Pointing to Caliban.
be cheerful hither, spirit;
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise liereafter,
Go to; away!
you found it.
(Exeunt Cal. Ste, and Trin.
I'll deliver all;
It is gular; think to tended might o ing the
Spoken by Prospero.
NOW my charms are all o'erthrown,
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.
It is observed of The Tempest, that its plap is regular; this the author of The Revisal thinks, what I think too, an accidental effect of the story, not intended or regarded by our author. But, whatever might be Shakspeare's intention in forming or adopt. ing the plot, he has made it instrumental to the preVOL. I.