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nich to you shall seem probable) of every
se happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful,
think of each thing well. Come hither,
spirit;

Caliban and his companions free :

[To ARIEL.

e the spell. How fares my gracious sir? ere are yet missing of your company ne few odd lads, that you remember not.

[Aside.

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Enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen Apparel.

te. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no

take care for himself; for all is but fortune :

agio, bully-monster, Coragio!

:

Frin. If these be true spies which I wear in my

d, here's a goodly sight.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed!

w fine my master is! I am afraid

will, chastise me.

'Seh. Ha, ha;

What things are these, my lord Anthonio!

Will money buy them?

Ant. Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable."

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Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, men say, if they be true: - This mis-shapen

knave,

is mother was a witch; and one so strong

That

That could controul 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.

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Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Seb. He's 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 shou 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?

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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.

And seek for grace: What a Was I, to take this drunkard And worship this dull fool? Pro. Go to; away!

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,

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And

Alon. Hence, and bestow
found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather.

Pro. Sir, I invite your hig

To my poor cell: where you
For this one night; which (F
With such discourse, as, I
Go quick away: the story of
had the particular accidents

ace I came to this isle: A
I bring you to your ship,
Where I have hope to see th
Of these our dear beloved se

And thence retire me to my

Ivery third thought shall b
Alon. I long

To hear the story of your L
Take the ear strangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas
And sail so expeditious, th

Your royal fleet far off. - M

That is thy charge, then to

Be free, and fare thou wel

seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass

I, to take this drunkard for a god,

worship this dull fool?

o. Go to; away!

Con. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you

d it.

eb. Or stole it, rather.

ro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, my poor cell: where you shall take your rest 340 this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste th such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it quick away: the story of my life, d the particular accidents, gone by, ce I came to this isle: And in the morn, bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, here I have hope to see the nuptials these our dear beloved solemniz'd; d thence retire me to my Milan, where ery third thought shall be my grave.

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Alon. I long

hear the story of your life, which must

ake the ear strangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all;

nd promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,

nd sail so expeditious, that shall catch

our royal fleet far off.-My Ariel; -chick,

Aside.

That is thy charge, then to the elements

e free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.

[Exeunt omnes.

EPILOGUE.

ΑΝΝΟΤΑ

EPILOGUE.

Spoken by PROSPERO.

Now my charms are all d'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine oun,
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 spelt;
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 !

THE END.

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BY

M. JOHNSON & GEO. STEEVENS,

AND

THE VARIOUS COMMENTATORS,

UPON

The TEMPEST,

WRITTEN BY

VILL. SHAKSPERE.

-SICITUR AD ASTRA,

VIRC.

LONDON:

Printed for, and under the Direction of,

JOHN BELL, British-Library, STRAND, Dokseller to His Royal Highness the PRINCE OF WALES.

MDCCLXXXVII.

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