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Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on. Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver! Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!

[Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out.

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With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them,

Than pard, or cat o' mountain.

Ari.
Hark, they roar.
Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this

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SCENE I.

ACT THE FIFTH.

Before the cell of Prospero.

Enter PROSPERO in his magick robes; and ARIEL.
Pro. Now does my project gather to a head:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my
lord,

You said our work should cease.
Pro.

I did say so,
When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and his?
Ari.
Confin'd together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners
In the lime-grove, which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge, till your release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly
Him you term'd, sir, The good old lord, Gonzalo;
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly
works them,

That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro.

Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Pro.
And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to
the quick,

Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
Do I take part: the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir. [Erit.

Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;

And

ye, that on the sands with printless foot When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime

Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,

And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers; oped, and let them forth

By my so potent art: But this rough magick
I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly musick, (which even now I do,)
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.
[Solemn musick.
Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a
frantick gesture, attended by GONZALO; SE-
BASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attend-
ed by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter
the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there
stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing,
speaks.

A solemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night,

Melting the darkness, so their rising senses.
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes, that mantle
Their clearer reason. O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and
blood,

You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who with Sebas-

tian

(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,)

Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,

Unnatural though thou art! Their understanding

Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me:-Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

[Exit Ariel.
I will dis-case me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.
ABIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire

PROSPERO.

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Seb. The devil speaks in him. Pro. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation: How thou hast met us here, who, three hours

Thou must restore.

Alon.

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For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.

Alon.
You the like loss?
Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you; for I
Have lost my daughter.
Alon.

Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit Ariel. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze-O

ment

Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!
Pro.

Behold, sir king,
The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero:
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.
Alon.
Whe'r thou beest he, or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse

A daughter? heavens! that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed, Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?

Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords

At this encounter do so much admire,
That they devour their reason; and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke,

Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most | Which brought us hither!

strangely

Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, 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 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,
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,

I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you should
wrangle,

And I would call it fair play.

Alon.

If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Shall I twice lose.

A most high miracle!

Seb. Fer. Though the seas threaten they are merciful:

I have curs'd them without cause.

[Ferd. kneels to Alon. Alon. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass the about! Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. Mira.

O! wonder! How many goodly creatures are they here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

Pro.

'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play?

Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess, that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together?

Fer.
Sir, she's mortal;
But, by immortal providence, she's mine;
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
Received 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.

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

There, sir, stop;

I have inly wept,

Or should have spoke erc this.

Look down, you

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gods,

And on this couple drop a blessed crown;

For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way,

Alon.

I say, Amen, Gonzalo ! 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
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.
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 BOAT-
SWAIN amazedly following.

O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us!
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

Our king, and company: the next our ship,Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,

Is tight, and yarc, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sca.

Ari.
Sir, all this service
Have I done, since I went.

Pro. Alon. These are strengthen

Aside.

My tricksy spirit! not natural events; they

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, And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches,

Where, but even now, with strange and several noises

Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
Was't well done?
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Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou Aside.
shalt be free.

Ari.

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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 fet 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 He will chastise me.

Seb.

Ha, ha;

What things are these, my lord Antonio! Will money buy them?

Ant.

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:
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.

Cal.
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 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 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.

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, As in his shape:-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

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?

Pro.
Go to; away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where
you found it.

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 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.

I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

Pro.

I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel;-chick,That is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please you draw near.

[Exeunt.

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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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