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The Tempest. Ste. Put off that gowne ( Trinculo) by this hand Ile haue that gowne. Tri.
[1830]

Thy grace shall haue it.

Cal. The dropsie drowne this foole, what doe you (meane To doate thus on such luggage ? let's alone And doe the murther first: if he awake, From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches,
[1835]
Make vs strange stuffe.
Ste.

Be you quiet (Monster) Mistris line, is not this

my Ierkin? now is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ier­

kin you are like to lose your haire, & proue a bald Ierkin.

Trin.

Doe, doe; we steale by lyne and leuell, and't

[1840]

like your grace.

Ste.

I thank thee for that iest; heer's a garment for't:

Wit shall not goe vn‑rewarded while I am King of this

Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent passe

of pate: there's another garment for't.

Tri.
[1845]

Monster, come put some Lime vpon your fin­

gers, and away with the rest.

Cal. I will haue none on't: we shall loose our time, And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes With foreheads villanous low. Ste.
[1850]

Monster, lay to your fingers: helpe to beare this

away, where my hogshead of wine is, or Ile turne you

out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this.

Tri.

And this.

Ste.

I, and this.

A noyse of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in shape of Dogs and Hounds, hunting them about: Prospero and Ariel setting them on. Pro.
[1855]

Hey Mountaine, hey.

Ari.

Siluer: there it goes, Siluer.

Pro. Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke. Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts With dry Convultions, shorten vp their sinewes
[1860]
With aged Cramps, & more pinch‑spotted make them, Then Pard, or Cat o'Mountaine.
Ari.

Harke, they rore.

Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this houre Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:
[1865]
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little Follow, and doe me seruice.
Exeunt.
Actus quintus: Scœna Prima. [Act 5, Scene 1] Enter Prospero (in his Magicke robes) and Ariel. Pro. Now do's my Proiect gather to a head: My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obey, and Time
[1870]
Goes vpright with his carriage: how's the day?
Ar. On the sixt hower, at which time, my Lord You said our worke should cease. Pro. I did say so, When first I rais'd the Tempest: say my Spirit,
[1875]
How fares the King, and's followers?
Ar. Confin'd together In the same fashion, as you gaue in charge, Iust as you left them; all prisoners Sir In the Line‑groue which weather‑fends your Cell,
[1880]
They cannot boudge till your release: The King, His Brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, And the remainder mourning ouer them, Brim full of sorrow, and dismay: but chiefly

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Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo,
[1885]
His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops From eaues of reeds: your charm so strongly works 'em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.
Pro.

Dost thou thinke so, Spirit?

Ar.
[1890]

Mine would, Sir, were I humane.

Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not my selfe, One of their kinde, that rellish all as sharpely,
[1895]
Passion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art? Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th'quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, gainst my furie Doe I take part: the rarer Action is In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent,
[1900]
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frowne further: Goe, release them Ariell, My Charmes Ile breake, their sences Ile restore, And they shall be themselues.
Ar.

Ile fetch them, Sir.

Exit. Pro.
[1905]
Ye Elues of hils, brooks, stāding standing lakes & groues, And ye, that on the sands with printlesse foote Doe chase the ebbing‑ Neptune, and doe flie him When he comes backe: you demy‑Puppets, that By Moone‑shine doe the greene sowre Ringlets make,
[1910]
Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight‑Mushrumps, that reioyce To heare the solemne Curfewe, by whose ayde (Weake Masters though ye be) I haue bedymn'd The Noone‑tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes,
[1915]
And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vault Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder Haue I giuen fire, and rifted Ioues stowt Oke With his owne Bolt: The strong bass'd promontorie Haue I made shake, and by the spurs pluckt vp
[1920]
The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command Haue wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent Art. But this rough Magicke I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd Some heauenly Musicke (which euen now I do)
[1925]
To worke mine end vpon their Sences, that This Ayrie‑charme is for, I'le breake my staffe, Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth, And deeper then did euer Plummet sound Ile drowne my booke. Solemne musicke. Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alonso with a franticke ge­ sture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by Adrian and Francisco: They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charm'd: which Prospero obseruing, speakes.
[1930]
A solemne Ayre, and the best comforter, To an vnsetled fancie, Cure thy braines (Now vselesse) boile within thy skull: there stand For you are Spell‑stopt. Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man,
[1935]
Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine Fall fellowly drops: The charme dissolues apace, And as the morning steales vpon the night (Melting the darkenesse) so their rising sences Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle
[1940]
Their cleerer reason. O good Gonzallo My true preseruer, and a loyall Sir, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Home both in word, and deede: Most cruelly Didst

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Actus quintus: Scœna Prima. [Act 5, Scene 1] Enter Prospero (in his Magicke robes) and Ariel. Pro. Now do's my Proiect gather to a head: My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obey, and Time
[1870]
Goes vpright with his carriage: how's the day?
Ar. On the sixt hower, at which time, my Lord You said our worke should cease. Pro. I did say so, When first I rais'd the Tempest: say my Spirit,
[1875]
How fares the King, and's followers?
Ar. Confin'd together In the same fashion, as you gaue in charge, Iust as you left them; all prisoners Sir In the Line‑groue which weather‑fends your Cell,
[1880]
They cannot boudge till your release: The King, His Brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, And the remainder mourning ouer them, Brim full of sorrow, and dismay: but chiefly Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo,
[1885]
His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops From eaues of reeds: your charm so strongly works 'em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.
Pro.

Dost thou thinke so, Spirit?

Ar.
[1890]

Mine would, Sir, were I humane.

Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not my selfe, One of their kinde, that rellish all as sharpely,
[1895]
Passion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art? Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th'quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, gainst my furie Doe I take part: the rarer Action is In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent,
[1900]
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frowne further: Goe, release them Ariell, My Charmes Ile breake, their sences Ile restore, And they shall be themselues.
Ar.

Ile fetch them, Sir.

Exit. Pro.
[1905]
Ye Elues of hils, brooks, stādingstanding lakes & groues, And ye, that on the sands with printlesse foote Doe chase the ebbing‑ Neptune, and doe flie him When he comes backe: you demy‑Puppets, that By Moone‑shine doe the greene sowre Ringlets make,
[1910]
Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight‑Mushrumps, that reioyce To heare the solemne Curfewe, by whose ayde (Weake Masters though ye be) I haue bedymn'd The Noone‑tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes,
[1915]
And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vault Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder Haue I giuen fire, and rifted Ioues stowt Oke With his owne Bolt: The strong bass'd promontorie Haue I made shake, and by the spurs pluckt vp
[1920]
The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command Haue wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent Art. But this rough Magicke I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd Some heauenly Musicke (which euen now I do)
[1925]
To worke mine end vpon their Sences, that This Ayrie‑charme is for, I'le breake my staffe, Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth, And deeper then did euer Plummet sound Ile drowne my booke. Solemne musicke. Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alonso with a franticke ge­ sture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by Adrian and Francisco: They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charm'd: which Prospero obseruing, speakes.
[1930]
A solemne Ayre, and the best comforter, To an vnsetled fancie, Cure thy braines (Now vselesse) boile within thy skull: there stand For you are Spell‑stopt. Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man,
[1935]
Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine Fall fellowly drops: The charme dissolues apace, And as the morning steales vpon the night (Melting the darkenesse) so their rising sences Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle
[1940]
Their cleerer reason. O good Gonzallo My true preseruer, and a loyall Sir, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Home both in word, and deede: Most cruelly Did thou Alonso, vse me, and my daughter:
[1945]
Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act, Thou art pinch'd for't now Sebastian. Flesh, and bloud, You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition, Expelld remorse, and nature, whom, with Sebastian (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
[1950]
Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee, Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderstanding Begins to swell, and the approching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shore That now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them
[1955]
That yet lookes on me, or would know me: Ariell, Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell, I will discase me, and my selfe present As I was sometime Millaine: quickly Spirit, Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariell sings, and helps to attire him.
[1960]
Where the Bee sucks, there suck I, In a Cowslips bell, I lie, There I cowch when Owles doe crie, On the Batts backe I doe flie after Sommer merrily.
[1965]
Merrily, merrily, shall I liue now, Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow.
Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariell: I shall misse Thee, but yet thou shalt haue freedome: so, so, so, To the Kings ship, inuisible as thou art,
[1970]
There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleep Vnder the Hatches: the Master and the Boat‑swaine Being awake, enforce them to this place; And presently, I pre'thee.
Ar. I drinke the aire before me, and returne
[1975]
Or ere your pulse twice beate.
Exit. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits heere: some heauenly power guide vs Out of this fearefull Country. Pro. Behold Sir King
[1980]
The wronged Duke of Millaine, Prospero: For more assurance that a liuing Prince Do's now speake to thee, I embrace thy body, And to thee, and thy Company, I bid A hearty welcome.
Alo.
[1985]
Where thou bee'st he or no, Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me, (As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulse Beats as of flesh, and blood: and since I saw thee, Th'affliction of my minde amends, with which
[1990]
I feare a madnesse held me: this must craue (And if this be at all) a most strange story. Thy Dukedome I resigne, and doe entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how shold Prospero Be liuing, and be heere?
Pro.
[1995]
First, noble Frend, Let me embrace thine age, whose honor cannot Be measur'd, or confin'd.
Gonz. Whether this be, Or be not, I'le not sweare. Pro.
[2000]
You doe yet taste Some subtleties o'th'Isle, that will nor let you Beleeue things certaine: Wellcome, my friends all, But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you
[2005]
And iustifie you Traitors: at this time I will tell no tales.
Seb.

The Diuell speakes in him:

Pro. No: For you (most wicked Sir) whom to call brother
[2010]
Would euen infect my mouth, I do forgiue Thy rankest fault; all of them: and require My Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I know Thou must restore.
Alo. If thou beest Prospero
[2015]
Giue vs particulars of thy preseruation, How thou hast met vs heere, whom three howres since Were wrackt vpon this shore? where I haue lost (How sharp the point of this remembrance is) My deere sonne Ferdinand.
Pro.
[2020]

I am woe for't, Sir.

Alo. Irreparable is the losse, and patience Saies, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather thinke You haue not sought her helpe, of whose soft grace
[2025]
For the like losse, I haue her soueraigne aid, And rest my selfe content.
Alo.

You the like losse?

Pro. As great to me, as late, and supportable To make the deere losse, haue I meanes much weaker
[2030]
Then you may call to comfort you; for I Haue lost my daughter.
Alo. A daughter? Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in Naples The King and Queene there, that they were, I wish
[2035]
My selfe were mudded in that oo‑zie bed Where my sonne lies: when did you lose your daughter?
Pro. In this last Tempest. I perceiue these Lords At this encounter doe so much admire, That they deuoure their reason, and scarce thinke
[2040]
Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words Are naturall breath: but howsoeu'r you haue Beene iustled from your sences, know for certain That I am Prospero, and that very Duke Which was thrust forth of Millaine, who most strangely
[2045]
Vpon this shore (where you were wrackt) was landed To be the Lord on't: No more yet of this, For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a break‑fast, nor Befitting this first meeting: Welcome, Sir;
[2050]
This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants, And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in: My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe, I will requite you with as good a thing, At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
[2055]
As much, as me my Dukedome.
Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda, play­ ing at Chesse. Mir.

Sweet Lord, you play me false.

Fer. No my dearest loue, I would not for the world. Mir. Yes, for a score of Kingdomes, you should (wrangle,
[2060]
And I would call it faire play.
Alo. If this proue A vision of the Island, one deere Sonne Shall I twice loose. Seb.

A most high miracle.

Fer.
[2065]
Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull, I haue curs'd them without cause.
Alo. Now all the blessings Of a glad father, compasse thee about: Arise, and say how thou cam'st heere. Mir.
[2070]
O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there heere? How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world That has such people in't.
Pro.

'Tis new to thee.

Alo.
[2075]
What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at (play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres: Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs, And brought vs thus together?
Fer. Sir, she is mortall;
[2080]
But by immortall prouidence, she's mine; I chose her when I could not aske my Father For his aduise: nor thought I had one: She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine, Of whom, so often I haue heard renowne,
[2085]
But neuer saw before: of whom I haue Receiu'd a second life; and second Father This Lady makes him to me.
Alo. I am hers. But O, how odly will it sound, that I
[2090]
Must aske my childe forgiuenesse?
Pro. There Sir stop, Let vs not burthen our remembrances, with A heauinesse that's gon. Gon. I haue inly wept,
[2095]
Or should haue spoke ere this: looke downe you gods And on this couple drop a blessed crowne; For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the way Which brought vs hither.
Alo.

I say Amen, Gonzallo.

Gon.
[2100]
Was Millaine thrust from Millaine, that his Issue Should become Kings of Naples? O reioyce Beyond a common ioy, and set it downe With gold on lasting Pillers: In one voyage Did Claribell her husband finde at Tunis,
[2105]
And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife, Where he himselfe was lost : Prospero, his Dukedome In a poore Isle: and all of vs, our selues, When no man was his owne.
Alo. Giue me your hands:
[2110]
Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you ioy,
Gon. Be it so, Amen. Enter Ariell, with the Master and Boatswaine amazedly following. O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs: I prophesi'd, if a Gallowes were on Land
[2115]
This fellow could not drowne: Now blasphemy, That swear'st Grace ore‑boord, not an oath on shore, Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the newes?
Bot. The best newes is, that we haue safely found
[2120]
Our King, and company: The next: our Ship, Which but three glasses since, we gaue out split, Is tyte, and yare, and brauely rig'd, as when We first put out to Sea.
Ar. Sir, all this seruice
[2125]
Haue I done since I went.
Pro.

My tricksey Spirit.

Alo. These are not naturall euents, they strengthen From strange, to stranger: say, how came you hither? Bot. If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake,
[2130]
I'ld striue to tell you: we were dead of sleepe, And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches, Where, but euen now, with strange, and seuerall noyses Of roring, shreeking, howling, gingling chaines, And mo diuersitie of sounds, all horrible.
[2135]
We were awak'd: straight way, at liberty; Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Master Capring to eye her: on a trice, so please you, Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them,
[2140]
And were brought moaping hither.
Ar. Was't well done? Pro. Brauely (my diligence) thou shalt be free. Alo. This is as strange a Maze, as ere men trod, And there is in this businesse, more then nature
[2145]
Was euer conduct of: some Oracle Must rectifie our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my Leige, Doe not infest your minde, with beating on The strangenesse of this businesse, at pickt leisure
[2150]
(Which shall be shortly single) I'le resolue you, (Which to you shall seeme probable) of euery These happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull And thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit, Set Caliban, and his companions free:
[2155]
Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir? There are yet missing of your Companie Some few odde Lads, that you remember not.
Enter Ariell, driuing in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo in their stolne Apparell. Ste. Euery man shift for all the rest, and let No man take care for himselfe; for all is
[2160]
But fortune: Coragio Bully‑Monster Corasio.
Tri. If these be true spies which I weare in my head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. O Setebos, these be braue Spirits indeede: How fine my Master is? I am afraid
[2165]
He will chastise me.
Seb. Ha, ha: What things are these, my Lord Anthonio? Will money buy em? Ant. Very like: one of them
[2170]
Is a plaine Fish, and no doubt marketable.
Pro. Marke but the badges of these men, my Lords, Then say if they be true: This mishapen knaue; His Mother was a Witch, and one so strong That could controle the Moone; make flowes, and ebs,
[2175]
And deale in her command, without her power: These three haue robd me, and this demy‑diuell; (For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them To take my life: two of these Fellowes, you Must know, and owne, this Thing of darkenesse, I
[2180]
Acknowledge mine.
Cal.

I shall be pincht to death.

Alo.

Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler?

Seb. He is drunke now; Where had he wine? Alo.
[2185]
And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em? How cam'st thou in this pickle?
Tri. I haue bin in such a pickle since I saw you last, That I feare me will neuer out of my bones:
[2190]
I shall not feare fly‑blowing.
Seb.

Why how now Stephano?

Ste.

O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp.

Pro.

You'ld be King o'the Isle, Sirha?

Ste.

I should haue bin a sore one then.

Alo.
[2195]

This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on.

Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his Manners As in his shape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell, Take with you your Companions: as you looke To haue my pardon, trim it handsomely. Cal.
[2200]
I that I will: and Ile be wise hereafter, And seeke for grace: what a thrice double Asse Was I to take this drunkard for a god? And worship this dull foole?
Pro.

Goe to, away.

Alo.
[2205]

Hence, and bestow your luggage where you

(found it.

Seb.

Or stole it rather.

Pro. Sir, I inuite your Highnesse, and your traine To my poore Cell: where you shall take your rest
[2210]
For this one night, which part of it, Ile waste With such discourse, as I not doubt, shall make it Goe quicke away: The story of my life, And the particular accidents, gon by Since I came to this Isle: And in the morne
[2215]
I'le bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Where I haue hope to see the nuptiall Of these our deere‑belou'd, solemnized, And thence retire me to my Millaine, where Euery third thought shall be my graue.
Alo.
[2220]
I long To heare the story of your life; which must Take the eare strangely.
Pro. I'le deliuer all, And promise you calme Seas, auspicious gales,
[2225]
And saile, so expeditious, that shall catch Your Royall fleete farre off: My Ariel; chicke That is thy charge: Then to the Elements Be free, and fare thou well: please you draw neere.
Exeunt omnes.
 

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      <l n="1892">Hast thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling</l>
      <l n="1893">Of their afflictions, and shall not my selfe,</l>
      <l n="1894">One of their kinde, that rellish all as sharpely,</l>
      <l n="1895">Passion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art?</l>
      <l n="1896">Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th'quick,</l>
      <l n="1897">Yet, with my nobler reason, gainst my furie</l>
      <l n="1898">Doe I take part: the rarer Action is</l>
      <l n="1899">In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent,</l>
      <l n="1900">The sole drift of my purpose doth extend</l>
      <l n="1901">Not a frowne further: Goe, release them<hi rend="italic">Ariell</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1902">My Charmes Ile breake, their sences Ile restore,</l>
      <l n="1903">And they shall be themselues.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <p n="1904">Ile fetch them, Sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1905">Ye Elues of hils, brooks,<choice>
            <abbr>stāding</abbr>
            <expan>standing</expan>
         </choice>lakes &amp; groues,</l>
      <l n="1906">And ye, that on the sands with printlesse foote</l>
      <l n="1907">Doe chase the ebbing‑<hi rend="italic">Neptune</hi>, and doe flie him</l>
      <l n="1908">When he comes backe: you demy‑Puppets, that</l>
      <l n="1909">By Moone‑shine doe the greene sowre Ringlets make,</l>
      <l n="1910">Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, whose pastime</l>
      <l n="1911">Is to make midnight‑Mushrumps, that reioyce</l>
      <l n="1912">To heare the solemne Curfewe, by whose ayde</l>
      <l n="1913">(Weake Masters though ye be) I haue bedymn'd</l>
      <l n="1914">The Noone‑tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes,</l>
      <l n="1915">And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vault</l>
      <l n="1916">Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder</l>
      <l n="1917">Haue I giuen fire, and rifted<hi rend="italic">Ioues</hi>stowt Oke</l>
      <l n="1918">With his owne Bolt: The strong bass'd promontorie</l>
      <l n="1919">Haue I made shake, and by the spurs pluckt vp</l>
      <l n="1920">The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command</l>
      <l n="1921">Haue wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth</l>
      <l n="1922">By my so potent Art. But this rough Magicke</l>
      <l n="1923">I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd</l>
      <l n="1924">Some heauenly Musicke (which euen now I do)</l>
      <l n="1925">To worke mine end vpon their Sences, that</l>
      <l n="1926">This Ayrie‑charme is for, I'le breake my staffe,</l>
      <l n="1927">Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth,</l>
      <l n="1928">And deeper then did euer Plummet sound</l>
      <l n="1929">Ile drowne my booke.</l>
      <stage rend="italic inline" type="business">Solemne musicke.</stage>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Heere enters<hi rend="roman">Ariel</hi>before: Then<hi rend="roman">Alonso</hi>with a franticke ge­
      <lb/>sture, attended by<hi rend="roman">Gonzalo. Sebastian</hi>and<hi rend="roman">Anthonio</hi>in
      <lb/>like manner attended by<hi rend="roman">Adrian</hi>and<hi rend="roman">Francisco:</hi>They all
      <lb/>enter the circle which<hi rend="roman">Prospero</hi>had made, and there stand
      <lb/>charm'd: which<hi rend="roman">Prospero</hi>obseruing, speakes.</stage>
      <l n="1930">A solemne Ayre, and the best comforter,</l>
      <l n="1931">To an vnsetled fancie, Cure thy braines</l>
      <l n="1932">(Now vselesse) boile within thy skull: there stand</l>
      <l n="1933">For you are Spell‑stopt.</l>
      <l n="1934">Holy<hi rend="italic">Gonzallo</hi>, Honourable man,</l>
      <l n="1935">Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine</l>
      <l n="1936">Fall fellowly drops: The charme dissolues apace,</l>
      <l n="1937">And as the morning steales vpon the night</l>
      <l n="1938">(Melting the darkenesse) so their rising sences</l>
      <l n="1939">Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle</l>
      <l n="1940">Their cleerer reason. O good<hi rend="italic">Gonzallo</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1941">My true preseruer, and a loyall Sir,</l>
      <l n="1942">To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces</l>
      <l n="1943">Home both in word, and deede: Most cruelly</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0037-0.jpg" n="17"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1944">Did thou<hi rend="italic">Alonso</hi>, vse me, and my daughter:</l>
      <l n="1945">Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act,</l>
      <l n="1946">Thou art pinch'd for't now<hi rend="italic">Sebastian</hi>. Flesh, and bloud,</l>
      <l n="1947">You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition,</l>
      <l n="1948">Expelld remorse, and nature, whom, with<hi rend="italic">Sebastian</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1949">(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)</l>
      <l n="1950">Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee,</l>
      <l n="1951">Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderstanding</l>
      <l n="1952">Begins to swell, and the approching tide</l>
      <l n="1953">Will shortly fill the reasonable shore</l>
      <l n="1954">That now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them</l>
      <l n="1955">That yet lookes on me, or would know me:<hi rend="italic">Ariell</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1956">Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell,</l>
      <l n="1957">I will discase me, and my selfe present</l>
      <l n="1958">As I was sometime<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>: quickly Spirit,</l>
      <l n="1959">Thou shalt ere long be free.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Ariell sings, and helps to attire him.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <lg rend="italic center">
         <l n="1960">Where the Bee sucks, there suck I,</l>
         <l n="1961">In a Cowslips bell, I lie,</l>
         <l n="1962">There I cowch when Owles doe crie,</l>
         <l n="1963">On the Batts backe I doe flie</l>
         <l n="1964">after Sommer merrily.</l>
         <l n="1965">Merrily, merrily, shall I liue now,</l>
         <l n="1966">Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow.</l>
      </lg>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1967">Why that's my dainty<hi rend="italic">Ariell</hi>: I shall misse</l>
      <l n="1968">Thee, but yet thou shalt haue freedome: so, so, so,</l>
      <l n="1969">To the Kings ship, inuisible as thou art,</l>
      <l n="1970">There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleep</l>
      <l n="1971">Vnder the Hatches: the Master and the Boat‑swaine</l>
      <l n="1972">Being awake, enforce them to this place;</l>
      <l n="1973">And presently, I pre'thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="1974">I drinke the aire before me, and returne</l>
      <l n="1975">Or ere your pulse twice beate.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-gon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
      <l n="1976">All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement</l>
      <l n="1977">Inhabits heere: some heauenly power guide vs</l>
      <l n="1978">Out of this fearefull Country.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1979">Behold Sir King</l>
      <l n="1980">The wronged Duke of<hi rend="italic">Millaine, Prospero</hi>:</l>
      <l n="1981">For more assurance that a liuing Prince</l>
      <l n="1982">Do's now speake to thee, I embrace thy body,</l>
      <l n="1983">And to thee, and thy Company, I bid</l>
      <l n="1984">A hearty welcome.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="1985">Where thou bee'st he or no,</l>
      <l n="1986">Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me,</l>
      <l n="1987">(As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulse</l>
      <l n="1988">Beats as of flesh, and blood: and since I saw thee,</l>
      <l n="1989">Th'affliction of my minde amends, with which</l>
      <l n="1990">I feare a madnesse held me: this must craue</l>
      <l n="1991">(And if this be at all) a most strange story.</l>
      <l n="1992">Thy Dukedome I resigne, and doe entreat</l>
      <l n="1993">Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how shold<hi rend="italic">Prospero</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1994">Be liuing, and be heere?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1995">First, noble Frend,</l>
      <l n="1996">Let me embrace thine age, whose honor cannot</l>
      <l n="1997">Be measur'd, or confin'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-gon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gonz.</speaker>
      <l n="1998">Whether this be,</l>
      <l n="1999">Or be not, I'le not sweare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2000">You doe yet taste</l>
      <l n="2001">Some subtleties o'th'Isle, that will nor let you</l>
      <l n="2002">Beleeue things certaine: Wellcome, my friends all,</l>
      <l n="2003">But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded</l>
      <l n="2004">I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you</l>
      <l n="2005">And iustifie you Traitors: at this time</l>
      <l n="2006">I will tell no tales.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-seb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
      <p n="2007">The Diuell speakes in him:</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2008">No:</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2009">For you (most wicked Sir) whom to call brother</l>
      <l n="2010">Would euen infect my mouth, I do forgiue</l>
      <l n="2011">Thy rankest fault; all of them: and require</l>
      <l n="2012">My Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I know</l>
      <l n="2013">Thou must restore.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2014">If thou beest<hi rend="italic">Prospero</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2015">Giue vs particulars of thy preseruation,</l>
      <l n="2016">How thou hast met vs heere, whom three howres since</l>
      <l n="2017">Were wrackt vpon this shore? where I haue lost</l>
      <l n="2018">(How sharp the point of this remembrance is)</l>
      <l n="2019">My deere sonne<hi rend="italic">Ferdinand</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <p n="2020">I am woe for't, Sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2021">Irreparable is the losse, and patience</l>
      <l n="2022">Saies, it is past her cure.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2023">I rather thinke</l>
      <l n="2024">You haue not sought her helpe, of whose soft grace</l>
      <l n="2025">For the like losse, I haue her soueraigne aid,</l>
      <l n="2026">And rest my selfe content.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <p n="2027">You the like losse?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2028">As great to me, as late, and supportable</l>
      <l n="2029">To make the deere losse, haue I meanes much weaker</l>
      <l n="2030">Then you may call to comfort you; for I</l>
      <l n="2031">Haue lost my daughter.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2032">A daughter?</l>
      <l n="2033">Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in<hi rend="italic">Naples</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2034">The King and Queene there, that they were, I wish</l>
      <l n="2035">My selfe were mudded in that oo‑zie bed</l>
      <l n="2036">Where my sonne lies: when did you lose your daughter?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2037">In this last Tempest. I perceiue these Lords</l>
      <l n="2038">At this encounter doe so much admire,</l>
      <l n="2039">That they deuoure their reason, and scarce thinke</l>
      <l n="2040">Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words</l>
      <l n="2041">Are naturall breath: but howsoeu'r you haue</l>
      <l n="2042">Beene iustled from your sences, know for certain</l>
      <l n="2043">That I am<hi rend="italic">Prospero</hi>, and that very Duke</l>
      <l n="2044">Which was thrust forth of<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>, who most strangely</l>
      <l n="2045">Vpon this shore (where you were wrackt) was landed</l>
      <l n="2046">To be the Lord on't: No more yet of this,</l>
      <l n="2047">For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day,</l>
      <l n="2048">Not a relation for a break‑fast, nor</l>
      <l n="2049">Befitting this first meeting: Welcome, Sir;</l>
      <l n="2050">This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants,</l>
      <l n="2051">And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in:</l>
      <l n="2052">My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe,</l>
      <l n="2053">I will requite you with as good a thing,</l>
      <l n="2054">At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye</l>
      <l n="2055">As much, as me my Dukedome.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda, play­
      <lb/>ing at Chesse.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <p n="2056">Sweet Lord, you play me false.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
      <l n="2057">No my dearest loue,</l>
      <l n="2058">I would not for the world.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <l n="2059">Yes, for a score of Kingdomes, you should
      <lb rend="turnover"/>
         <pc rend="turnover">(</pc>wrangle,</l>
      <l n="2060">And I would call it faire play.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2061">If this proue</l>
      <l n="2062">A vision of the Island, one deere Sonne</l>
      <l n="2063">Shall I twice loose.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-seb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
      <p n="2064">A most high miracle.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
      <l n="2065">Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull,</l>
      <l n="2066">I haue curs'd them without cause.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2067">Now all the blessings</l>
      <l n="2068">Of a glad father, compasse thee about:</l>
      <l n="2069">Arise, and say how thou cam'st heere.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <l n="2070">O wonder!</l>
      <l n="2071">How many goodly creatures are there heere?</l>
      <l n="2072">How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0038-0.jpg" n="18"/>
      <l n="2073">That has such people in't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <p n="2074">'Tis new to thee.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2075">What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at
      <lb rend="turnover"/>
         <pc rend="turnover">(</pc>play?</l>
      <l n="2076">Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres:</l>
      <l n="2077">Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs,</l>
      <l n="2078">And brought vs thus together?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fer.</speaker>
      <l n="2079">Sir, she is mortall;</l>
      <l n="2080">But by immortall prouidence, she's mine;</l>
      <l n="2081">I chose her when I could not aske my Father</l>
      <l n="2082">For his aduise: nor thought I had one: She</l>
      <l n="2083">Is daughter to this famous Duke of<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2084">Of whom, so often I haue heard renowne,</l>
      <l n="2085">But neuer saw before: of whom I haue</l>
      <l n="2086">Receiu'd a second life; and second Father</l>
      <l n="2087">This Lady makes him to me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2088">I am hers.</l>
      <l n="2089">But O, how odly will it sound, that I</l>
      <l n="2090">Must aske my childe forgiuenesse?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2091">There Sir stop,</l>
      <l n="2092">Let vs not burthen our remembrances, with</l>
      <l n="2093">A heauinesse that's gon.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-gon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
      <l n="2094">I haue inly wept,</l>
      <l n="2095">Or should haue spoke ere this: looke downe you gods</l>
      <l n="2096">And on this couple drop a blessed crowne;</l>
      <l n="2097">For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the way</l>
      <l n="2098">Which brought vs hither.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <p n="2099">I say Amen,<hi rend="italic">Gonzallo.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-gon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
      <l n="2100">Was<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>thrust from<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>, that his Issue</l>
      <l n="2101">Should become Kings of<hi rend="italic">Naples</hi>? O reioyce</l>
      <l n="2102">Beyond a common ioy, and set it downe</l>
      <l n="2103">With gold on lasting Pillers: In one voyage</l>
      <l n="2104">Did<hi rend="italic">Claribell</hi>her husband finde at<hi rend="italic">Tunis</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2105">And<hi rend="italic">Ferdinand</hi>her brother, found a wife,</l>
      <l n="2106">Where he himselfe was lost<hi rend="italic">: Prospero</hi>, his Dukedome</l>
      <l n="2107">In a poore Isle: and all of vs, our selues,</l>
      <l n="2108">When no man was his owne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2109">Giue me your hands:</l>
      <l n="2110">Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart,</l>
      <l n="2111">That doth not wish you ioy,</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-gon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
      <l n="2112">Be it so, Amen.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Ariell, with the Master and Boatswaine
      <lb/>amazedly following.</stage>
      <l n="2113">O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs:</l>
      <l n="2114">I prophesi'd, if a Gallowes were on Land</l>
      <l n="2115">This fellow could not drowne: Now blasphemy,</l>
      <l n="2116">That swear'st Grace ore‑boord, not an oath on shore,</l>
      <l n="2117">Hast thou no mouth by land?</l>
      <l n="2118">What is the newes?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-boa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bot.</speaker>
      <l n="2119">The best newes is, that we haue safely found</l>
      <l n="2120">Our King, and company: The next: our Ship,</l>
      <l n="2121">Which but three glasses since, we gaue out split,</l>
      <l n="2122">Is tyte, and yare, and brauely rig'd, as when</l>
      <l n="2123">We first put out to Sea.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="2124">Sir, all this seruice</l>
      <l n="2125">Haue I done since I went.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <p n="2126">My tricksey Spirit.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2127">These are not naturall euents, they strengthen</l>
      <l n="2128">From strange, to stranger: say, how came you hither?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-boa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bot.</speaker>
      <l n="2129">If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake,</l>
      <l n="2130">I'ld striue to tell you: we were dead of sleepe,</l>
      <l n="2131">And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches,</l>
      <l n="2132">Where, but euen now, with strange, and seuerall noyses</l>
      <l n="2133">Of roring, shreeking, howling, gingling chaines,</l>
      <l n="2134">And mo diuersitie of sounds, all horrible.</l>
      <l n="2135">We were awak'd: straight way, at liberty;</l>
      <l n="2136">Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2137">Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Master</l>
      <l n="2138">Capring to eye her: on a trice, so please you,</l>
      <l n="2139">Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them,</l>
      <l n="2140">And were brought moaping hither.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="2141">Was't well done?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2142">Brauely (my diligence) thou shalt be free.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2143">This is as strange a Maze, as ere men trod,</l>
      <l n="2144">And there is in this businesse, more then nature</l>
      <l n="2145">Was euer conduct of: some Oracle</l>
      <l n="2146">Must rectifie our knowledge.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2147">Sir, my Leige,</l>
      <l n="2148">Doe not infest your minde, with beating on</l>
      <l n="2149">The strangenesse of this businesse, at pickt leisure</l>
      <l n="2150">(Which shall be shortly single) I'le resolue you,</l>
      <l n="2151">(Which to you shall seeme probable) of euery</l>
      <l n="2152">These happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull</l>
      <l n="2153">And thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit,</l>
      <l n="2154">Set<hi rend="italic">Caliban</hi>, and his companions free:</l>
      <l n="2155">Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir?</l>
      <l n="2156">There are yet missing of your Companie</l>
      <l n="2157">Some few odde Lads, that you remember not.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Ariell, driuing in Caliban, Stephano, and
      <lb/>Trinculo in their stolne Apparell.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <l n="2158">Euery man shift for all the rest, and let</l>
      <l n="2159">No man take care for himselfe; for all is</l>
      <l n="2160">But fortune:<hi rend="italic">Coragio</hi>Bully‑Monster<hi rend="italic">Corasio.</hi>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <l n="2161">If these be true spies which I weare in my head,</l>
      <l n="2162">here's a goodly sight.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <l n="2163">O<hi rend="italic">Setebos</hi>, these be braue Spirits indeede:</l>
      <l n="2164">How fine my Master is? I am afraid</l>
      <l n="2165">He will chastise me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-seb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
      <l n="2166">Ha, ha:</l>
      <l n="2167">What things are these, my Lord<hi rend="italic">Anthonio</hi>?</l>
      <l n="2168">Will money buy em?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2169">Very like: one of them</l>
      <l n="2170">Is a plaine Fish, and no doubt marketable.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2171">Marke but the badges of these men, my Lords,</l>
      <l n="2172">Then say if they be true: This mishapen knaue;</l>
      <l n="2173">His Mother was a Witch, and one so strong</l>
      <l n="2174">That could controle the Moone; make flowes, and ebs,</l>
      <l n="2175">And deale in her command, without her power:</l>
      <l n="2176">These three haue robd me, and this demy‑diuell;</l>
      <l n="2177">(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them</l>
      <l n="2178">To take my life: two of these Fellowes, you</l>
      <l n="2179">Must know, and owne, this Thing of darkenesse, I</l>
      <l n="2180">Acknowledge mine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <p n="2181">I shall be pincht to death.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <p n="2182">Is not this<hi rend="italic">Stephano</hi>, my drunken Butler?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-seb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
      <l n="2183">He is drunke now;</l>
      <l n="2184">Where had he wine?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2185">And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they</l>
      <l n="2186">Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em?</l>
      <l n="2187">How cam'st thou in this pickle?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <l n="2188">I haue bin in such a pickle since I saw you last,</l>
      <l n="2189">That I feare me will neuer out of my bones:</l>
      <l n="2190">I shall not feare fly‑blowing.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-seb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
      <p n="2191">Why how now<hi rend="italic">Stephano</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="2192">O touch me not, I am not<hi rend="italic">Stephano</hi>, but a Cramp.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <p n="2193">You'ld be King o'the Isle, Sirha?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ste">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
      <p n="2194">I should haue bin a sore one then.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <p n="2195">This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2196">He is as disproportion'd in his Manners</l>
      <l n="2197">As in his shape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell,</l>
      <l n="2198">Take with you your Companions: as you looke</l>
      <l n="2199">To haue my pardon, trim it handsomely.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cal.</speaker>
      <l n="2200">I that I will: and Ile be wise hereafter,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0039-0.jpg" n="19"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2201">And seeke for grace: what a thrice double Asse</l>
      <l n="2202">Was I to take this drunkard for a god?</l>
      <l n="2203">And worship this dull foole?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <p n="2204">Goe to, away.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <p n="2205">Hence, and bestow your luggage where you
      <lb rend="turnover" n="2206"/>
         <pc rend="turnover">(</pc>found it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-seb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
      <p n="2207">Or stole it rather.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2208">Sir, I inuite your Highnesse, and your traine</l>
      <l n="2209">To my poore Cell: where you shall take your rest</l>
      <l n="2210">For this one night, which part of it, Ile waste</l>
      <l n="2211">With such discourse, as I not doubt, shall make it</l>
      <l n="2212">Goe quicke away: The story of my life,</l>
      <l n="2213">And the particular accidents, gon by</l>
      <l n="2214">Since I came to this Isle: And in the morne</l>
      <l n="2215">I'le bring you to your ship, and so to<hi rend="italic">Naples</hi>,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2216">Where I haue hope to see the nuptiall</l>
      <l n="2217">Of these our deere‑belou'd, solemnized,</l>
      <l n="2218">And thence retire me to my<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>, where</l>
      <l n="2219">Euery third thought shall be my graue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="2220">I long</l>
      <l n="2221">To heare the story of your life; which must</l>
      <l n="2222">Take the eare strangely.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="2223">I'le deliuer all,</l>
      <l n="2224">And promise you calme Seas, auspicious gales,</l>
      <l n="2225">And saile, so expeditious, that shall catch</l>
      <l n="2226">Your Royall fleete farre off: My<hi rend="italic">Ariel</hi>; chicke</l>
      <l n="2227">That is thy charge: Then to the Elements</l>
      <l n="2228">Be free, and fare thou well: please you draw neere.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt omnes.</stage>
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