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The Tempest.

That has such people in’t

Pro.
'Tis new to thee.

Alo.
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;
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,
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
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,
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.
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,
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:
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
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
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
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,
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.
We were awak'd: straight way, at liberty;
Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld
Our royal], 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,
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
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
(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:
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
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
He will chastise me.

Seb.
Ha, ha:
What things are these, my Lord Anthonio?
Will money buy em?

Ant.
Very like: one of them
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,
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
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.
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:
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.
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.
I that I will: and Ile be wise hereafter,

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