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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 ?
Ste. O, touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a cramp,
Pro. You'd be King o'th' isle, Sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. 'Tis a strange thing, as e'er I look'd on.

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 handsomly.

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. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

Seb. Or stole it rather.

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
To my poor cell; where you shall take your reft
For this one night, which (part of it) I'll waste
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away; the story of my life,
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 Napless
Where I have hope to see the nuptials
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.

Alon. I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

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.

Mr. Warburton.


Pro. I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And fail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal Aleet far off: My Ariel, chick,
That is thy charge: Then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.

[Exeunt omnes,

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Spoken by Prospero.
OW my charms are all o'er-thrown,

And what strength I have's mine own;
Which is most faint : and 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 spell:
But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my fails
Muft fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. For now I want
Spirits t'enforce, art to encbant ;
And my ending is despair, (35)
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ;
Which pierces so, that it asaults
Mercy it self, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
(35) And my ending is Despair,] The Allusion is very well kept up
in this Epilogue. And the Actor here is not only applying to the Audi-
ence for Favour, in behalf of the Author ; but Prospero speaks in the Cha-
racter of a Magician; and fo (as Mr. Warburton hinted to me) alludes
to the old Stories told of the Necromancers' Despair in their last Moments,
and the Prayers of their Friends for them.

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THESEUS, Duke of Athens.
Egeus, an Athenian Lórd.
Lysander, in love with Hermia.
Demetrius, in love with Hermia.
Philostrate, Master of the Sports to the Duke.
Quince, the Carpenter.
Snug, the Joiner.
Bottom, the Weaver.
Flute, the Bellows-mender..
Snowt, the Tinker.
Starveling, the Tailor.

Hippolita, Princess of the Amazons, betroth'd to Theseus.
Hermia, Daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander.
Helena, in love with Demetrius.


Oberon, King of the Fairies.
Titania, Queen of the Fairies.
Puck, or Robin-goodfellow, a Fairy.



Characters in the Interlude perform'd by

the Clowns. Moonshine, Lyon.

Other Fairies attending on the King and Queer.

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SCENE, Athens; and a Wood not far from it.

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