Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, Ari. Pro. Bravely, my diligence! Was 't well done? Thou 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, Come hither, spirit: Aside. Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.] How fares my gracious Sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads, that you remember not. [Aside. 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! 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. 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, 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 'em? — 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. Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is a strange 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. Pro. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt CAL., STE., and TRIN. 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 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, Alon. Pro. [Exeunt. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, |