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Then say, if they be true:--This mis-shapen koave;
Cal. I shall be pinch’d to death.
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?
[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
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
Pro. Go to; away!
[Exeunt Cal. STE. and Trin.
Alon. I long
Pro. I'll deliver all;
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
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.