or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry | Go, charge my goblins, that they grind their this. 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. joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them, Than pard, or cat o' mountain. Ari. SCENE I. ACT THE FIFTH. Before the cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO in his magick robes; and ARIEL. You said our work should cease. I did say so, That if you now beheld them, your affections Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury 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 A solemn air, and the best comforter 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. To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, 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 [Exit Ariel. PROSPERO. 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. For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, 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 Behold, sir king, 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, 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; The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers I would not for the world. 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: Fer. Pro. Let us not burden our remembrances There, sir, stop; I have inly wept, Or should have spoke erc this. Look down, you 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 Give me your hands: [To Fer. and Mir. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, Re-enter ARIEL, with the MASTER and BOAT- O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! 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 Ari. 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, Ari. 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: Cal. 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, Pro. 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 Go quick away: the story of my life, I long 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. EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Gentle breath of yours my sails As you from crimes would pardon'd be, |