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How cam'ft 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 fhall not fear fly-blowing.
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ?
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,
Pro. Go to, away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
Seb. Or stole it rather.
Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
Alon. I long
But, in the Passage before us, it seems his Design to joke upon the Ra. domontado Boasts of their Elixir; and to infinuate, that Sack was the only Restorer of Youth, and Bestower of Immortality.
Pro. I'll deliver all;
Spoken by Prospero.
And what strength I have's mine own;
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
THESEUS, Duke of Athens.
Hippolita, Princess of the Amazons, betroth'd to Theseus.
Oberon, King of the Fairies.
Characters in the Interlude perform'd by
the Clowns. Moonshine, Lyon.
Other Fairies attending on the King and Queer.
SCENE, Athens; and a Wood not far from it.