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Then say, if they be true:--This mis-shapen koave;
His inother was a witch; and one so strong
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.
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 them ?-
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
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah ?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is as strange a 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

VOL. XVII.

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.

[Exeunt Cal. STE. and Trin.
Pro. 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
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 Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved solemnized ;
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.

Pro. I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off.—My Ariel;-chick,-
That is thy charge; then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well !--[Aside.] Please you draw

[Exeunt.

near.

EPILOGUE

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.

Now

my

charims are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own ; 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 spell ; 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.

TWELFTH-NIGHT:

OR,

WHAT YOU WIL L.

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