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The Tempest.
That has such people in’t
Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
Alo. What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at play?Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres:Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs,And brought vs thus together?
Fer. Sir, she is mortall;But by immortall prouidence, she's mine;I chose her when I could not aske my FatherFor his aduise: nor thought I had one: SheIs daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine,Of whom, so often I haue heard renowne,But neuer saw before: of whom I haueReceiu'd a second life; and second FatherThis Lady makes him to me.
Alo. I am hers.But O, how odly will it sound, that IMust aske my childe forgiuenesse?
Pro. There Sir stop,Let vs not burthen our remembrances, withA heauinesse that's gon.
Gon. I haue inly wept,Or should haue spoke ere this: looke downe you godsAnd on this couple drop a blessed crowne;For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the wayWhich brought vs hither.
Alo. I say Amen, Gonzallo.
Gon. Was Millaine thrust from Millaine, that his IssueShould become Kings of Naples? O reioyceBeyond a common ioy, and set it downeWith gold on lasting Pillers: In one voyageDid Claribell her husband finde at Tunis,And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife,Where he himselfe was lost: Prospero, his DukedomeIn a poore Isle; and all of vs, our selues,When no man was his owne.
Alo. Giue me your hands:Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart,That doth not wish you ioy.
Gon. Be it so, Amen.Enter Ariell, with the Master and Boatswaineamazedly following.O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs:I prophesi'd, if a Gallowes were on LandThis fellow could not drowne: Now blasphemy,That swear'st Grace ore-boord, not an oath on shore,Hast thou no mouth by land?What is the newes?
Bot. The best newes is, that we haue safely foundOur King, and company: The next: our Ship,Which but three glasses since, we gaue out split,Is tyte, and yare, and brauely rig'd, as whenWe first put out to Sea.
Ar. Sir, all this seruiceHaue I done since I went.
Pro. My tricksey Spirit.
Alo. These are not naturall euents, they strengthen From strange, to stranger: say, how came you hither?
Bot. If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake, I’ld striue to tell you: we were dead of sleepe, And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches, Where, but euen now, with strange, and seuerall noyses Of roring, shreeking, howling, gingling chaines, And mo diuersitie of sounds, all horrible. We were awak'd: straight way, at liberty; Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheldOur royal], good, and gallant Ship: our MasterCapring to eye her: on a trice, so please you,Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them,And were brought moaping hither.
Ar. Was't well done?
Pro. Brauely (my diligence) thou shalt be free.
Alo. This is as strange a Maze, as ere men trod,And there is in this businesse, more then natureWas euer conduct of: some OracleMust rectifie our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my Leige,Doe not infest your minde, with beating onThe strangenesse of this businesse, at pickt leisure(Which shall be shortly single) I'le resolue you,(Which to you shall seeme probable) of eueryThese happend accidents: till when, be cheerefullAnd thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit,Set Caliban, and his companions free:Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir?There are yet missing of your CompanieSome few odde Lads, that you remember not.
Enter Ariell, driuing in Caliban, Stephano, andTrinculo in their stolne Apparell.
Ste. Euery man shift for all the rest, and letNo man take care for himselfe; for all isBut fortune: Coragio Bully-Monster Corasio.
Tri. If these be true spies which I weare in my head, here's a goodly sight.
Cal. O Setebos, these be braue Spirits indeede:How fine my Master is? I am afraidHe will chastise me.
Seb. Ha, ha:What things are these, my Lord Anthonio?Will money buy em?
Ant. Very like: one of themIs a plaine Fish, and no doubt marketable.
Pro. Marke but the badges of these men, my Lords,Then say if they be true: This mishapen knaue;His Mother was a Witch, and one so strongThat could controle the Moone; make flowes, and ebs,And deale in her command, without her power:These three haue robd me, and this demy-diuell;(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with themTo take my life: two of these Fellowes, youMust know, and owne, this Thing of darkenesse, IAcknowledge mine.
Cal. I shall be pincht to death.
Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler?
Seb. He is drunke now; Where had he wine?
Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em? How cam'st thou in this pickle?
Tri. I haue bin in such a pickle since I saw you last, That I feare me will neuer out of my bones: I shall not feare fly-blowing!
Seb. Why how now Stephano?
Ste. O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp.
Pro. You'ld be King o'the Isle, Sirha?
Ste. I should haue bin a sore one then.
Alo. This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on.
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his MannersAs in his shape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell,Take with you your Companions: as you lookeTo haue my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wise hereafter,
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