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Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.
O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us!
This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy,
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Our king, and company: the next, our ship,Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
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'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
Was't well done?
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt [Aside.
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 59: 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,
Set Caliban and his companions free :
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 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 61, 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!
What things are these, my lord Antonio!
Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
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
That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command, without her power:
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
Find this grand liquor 62 that hath gilded them?—
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
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. [Pointing to Caliban.
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool?
Go to; away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you
Seb. Or stole it, rather.
[Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, 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 doubt not, 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,
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
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.-My Ariel ;-chick,-
Be free, and fare thou well!-[aside.] Please you,