EPILOGUE

Boatswain: 'And were brought moping hither' (page 137).Pros.[aside toAriel.]My tricksy spirit!Alon.These are not natural events; they strengthenFrom strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?Boats.If I did think, sir, I were well awake,I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,And—how we know not—all clapp'd under hatches;Where but even now with strange and several noises,Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible,We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheldOur royal, good and gallant ship, our masterCapering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,Even in a dream, were we divided from themAnd were brought moping hither.Ari.[aside toPros.] Was't well done?Pros.[aside toAriel.] Bravely, my diligence.Thou shalt be free.Alon.This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod;And there is in this business more than natureWas ever conduct of: some oracleMust rectify our knowledge.Pros.Sir, my liege,Do not infest your mind with beating onThe strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisureWhich shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,Which to you shall seem probable, of everyThese happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerfulAnd think of each thing well. [Aside toAriel.]Come hither, spirit:Set Caliban and his companions free;Untie the spell. [ExitAriel.] How fares my gracious sir?There are yet missing of your companySome few odd lads that you remember not.Re-enterAriel,driving inCaliban,Stephano,andTrinculo,in their stolen apparel.Steph.Every man shift for all the rest, and let noman take care for himself; for all is but fortune.Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!Trin.If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.Cal.O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!How fine my master is! I am afraidHe will chastise me.Seb.Ha, ha!What things are these, my lord Antonio?Will money buy 'em?Ant.Very like; one of themIs a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.Pros.Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,His mother was a witch, and one so strongThat could control 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 themTo take my life. Two of these fellows youMust know and own; this thing of darkness IAcknowledge 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 theyFind this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?How camest 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!Steph.O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.Pros.You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?Steph.I should have been a sore one then.Alon.This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.Prospero: 'Calm seas, auspicious gales,And sail so expeditious' (page 142).[Pointing toCaliban.Pros.He is as disproportion'd in his mannersAs in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;Take with you your companions; as you lookTo have my pardon, trim it handsomely.Cal.Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafterAnd seek for grace. What a thrice-double assWas I, to take this drunkard for a godAnd worship this dull fool!Pros.Go to; away!Alon.Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.Seb.Or stole it, rather.[ExeuntCal.,Steph.,andTrin.Pros.Sir, I invite your highness and your trainTo my poor cell, where you shall take your restFor this one night; which, part of it, I'll wasteWith such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make itGo quick away; the story of my lifeAnd the particular accidents gone bySince I came to this isle: and in the mornI'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples,Where I have hope to see the nuptialOf these our dear-beloved solemnized;And thence retire me to my Milan, whereEvery third thought shall be my grave.Alon.I longTo hear the story of your life, which mustTake the ear strangely.Pros.I'll deliver all;And promise you calm seas, auspicious galesAnd sail so expeditious that shall catchYour royal fleet far off. [Aside toAriel.] My Ariel, chick,That is thy charge: then to the elementsBe free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.[Exeunt.EPILOGUESPOKEN BY PROSPERONow my charms are all o'erthrown,And what strength I have's mine own,Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,I must be here confined by you,Or sent to Naples. Let me not,Since I have my dukedom gotAnd pardon'd the deceiver, dwellIn this bare island by your spell;But release me from my bandsWith the help of your good hands:Gentle breath of yours my sailsMust fill, or else my project fails,Which was to please. Now I wantSpirits to enforce, art to enchant,And my ending is despair,Unless I be relieved by prayer,Which pierces so that it assaultsMercy itself and frees all faults.As you from crimes would pardon'd be,Let your indulgence set me free.Printed by T. and A.Constable, Printers to His Majesty at the Edinburgh University PressTranscriber's Note.Some illustrations of this work have been moved from their original sequence to enable the contents to continue without interruption.

Boatswain: 'And were brought moping hither' (page 137).

Pros.[aside toAriel.]My tricksy spirit!Alon.These are not natural events; they strengthenFrom strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?Boats.If I did think, sir, I were well awake,I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,And—how we know not—all clapp'd under hatches;Where but even now with strange and several noises,Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible,We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheldOur royal, good and gallant ship, our masterCapering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,Even in a dream, were we divided from themAnd were brought moping hither.Ari.[aside toPros.] Was't well done?Pros.[aside toAriel.] Bravely, my diligence.Thou shalt be free.Alon.This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod;And there is in this business more than natureWas ever conduct of: some oracleMust rectify our knowledge.Pros.Sir, my liege,Do not infest your mind with beating onThe strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisureWhich shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,Which to you shall seem probable, of everyThese happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerfulAnd think of each thing well. [Aside toAriel.]Come hither, spirit:Set Caliban and his companions free;Untie the spell. [ExitAriel.] How fares my gracious sir?There are yet missing of your companySome few odd lads that you remember not.

Pros.[aside toAriel.]My tricksy spirit!

Alon.These are not natural events; they strengthenFrom strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?

Alon.These are not natural events; they strengthen

From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?

Boats.If I did think, sir, I were well awake,I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,And—how we know not—all clapp'd under hatches;Where but even now with strange and several noises,Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible,We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheldOur royal, good and gallant ship, our masterCapering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,Even in a dream, were we divided from themAnd were brought moping hither.

Boats.If I did think, sir, I were well awake,

I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,

And—how we know not—all clapp'd under hatches;

Where but even now with strange and several noises,

Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,

And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible,

We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;

Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld

Our royal, good and gallant ship, our master

Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,

Even in a dream, were we divided from them

And were brought moping hither.

Ari.[aside toPros.] Was't well done?

Pros.[aside toAriel.] Bravely, my diligence.Thou shalt be free.

Pros.[aside toAriel.] Bravely, my diligence.

Thou shalt be free.

Alon.This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod;And there is in this business more than natureWas ever conduct of: some oracleMust rectify our knowledge.

Alon.This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod;

And there is in this business more than nature

Was ever conduct of: some oracle

Must rectify our knowledge.

Pros.Sir, my liege,Do not infest your mind with beating onThe strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisureWhich shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,Which to you shall seem probable, of everyThese happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerfulAnd think of each thing well. [Aside toAriel.]Come hither, spirit:Set Caliban and his companions free;Untie the spell. [ExitAriel.] How fares my gracious sir?There are yet missing of your companySome few odd lads that you remember not.

Pros.Sir, my liege,

Do not infest your mind with beating on

The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure

Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,

Which to you shall seem probable, of every

These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful

And think of each thing well. [Aside toAriel.]

Come hither, spirit:

Set Caliban and his companions free;

Untie the spell. [ExitAriel.] How fares my gracious sir?

There are yet missing of your company

Some few odd lads that you remember not.

Re-enterAriel,driving inCaliban,Stephano,andTrinculo,in their stolen apparel.

Steph.Every man shift for all the rest, and let noman take care for himself; for all is but fortune.Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!Trin.If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.Cal.O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!How fine my master is! I am afraidHe will chastise me.Seb.Ha, ha!What things are these, my lord Antonio?Will money buy 'em?Ant.Very like; one of themIs a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.Pros.Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,His mother was a witch, and one so strongThat could control 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 themTo take my life. Two of these fellows youMust know and own; this thing of darkness IAcknowledge mine.Cal.I shall be pinch'd to death.

Steph.Every man shift for all the rest, and let noman take care for himself; for all is but fortune.Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!

Steph.Every man shift for all the rest, and let no

man take care for himself; for all is but fortune.

Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!

Trin.If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.

Cal.O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!How fine my master is! I am afraidHe will chastise me.

Cal.O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!

How fine my master is! I am afraid

He will chastise me.

Seb.Ha, ha!What things are these, my lord Antonio?Will money buy 'em?

Seb.Ha, ha!

What things are these, my lord Antonio?

Will money buy 'em?

Ant.Very like; one of themIs a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

Ant.Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

Pros.Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,His mother was a witch, and one so strongThat could control 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 themTo take my life. Two of these fellows youMust know and own; this thing of darkness IAcknowledge mine.

Pros.Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,

Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,

His mother was a witch, and one so strong

That could control 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 theyFind this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?How camest thou in this pickle?

Alon.And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?

How camest 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!

Steph.O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

Pros.You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?

Steph.I should have been a sore one then.

Alon.This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.

Prospero: 'Calm seas, auspicious gales,And sail so expeditious' (page 142).

[Pointing toCaliban.

Pros.He is as disproportion'd in his mannersAs in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;Take with you your companions; as you lookTo have my pardon, trim it handsomely.Cal.Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafterAnd seek for grace. What a thrice-double assWas I, to take this drunkard for a godAnd worship this dull fool!Pros.Go to; away!

Pros.He is as disproportion'd in his mannersAs in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;Take with you your companions; as you lookTo have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

Pros.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 hereafterAnd seek for grace. What a thrice-double assWas I, to take this drunkard for a godAnd worship this dull fool!

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!

Pros.Go to; away!

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

Seb.Or stole it, rather.

[ExeuntCal.,Steph.,andTrin.

Pros.Sir, I invite your highness and your trainTo my poor cell, where you shall take your restFor this one night; which, part of it, I'll wasteWith such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make itGo quick away; the story of my lifeAnd the particular accidents gone bySince I came to this isle: and in the mornI'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples,Where I have hope to see the nuptialOf these our dear-beloved solemnized;And thence retire me to my Milan, whereEvery third thought shall be my grave.Alon.I longTo hear the story of your life, which mustTake the ear strangely.Pros.I'll deliver all;And promise you calm seas, auspicious galesAnd sail so expeditious that shall catchYour royal fleet far off. [Aside toAriel.] My Ariel, chick,That is thy charge: then to the elementsBe free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.

Pros.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 longTo hear the story of your life, which mustTake the ear strangely.

Alon.I long

To hear the story of your life, which must

Take the ear strangely.

Pros.I'll deliver all;And promise you calm seas, auspicious galesAnd sail so expeditious that shall catchYour royal fleet far off. [Aside toAriel.] My Ariel, chick,That is thy charge: then to the elementsBe free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.

Pros.I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales

And sail so expeditious that shall catch

Your royal fleet far off. [Aside toAriel.] My Ariel, chick,

That is thy charge: then to the elements

Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.

[Exeunt.

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,And what strength I have's mine own,Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,I must be here confined by you,Or sent to Naples. Let me not,Since I have my dukedom gotAnd pardon'd the deceiver, dwellIn this bare island by your spell;But release me from my bandsWith the help of your good hands:Gentle breath of yours my sailsMust fill, or else my project fails,Which was to please. Now I wantSpirits to enforce, art to enchant,And my ending is despair,Unless I be relieved by prayer,Which pierces so that it assaultsMercy itself and frees all faults.As you from crimes would pardon'd be,Let your indulgence set me free.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,

And what strength I have's mine own,

Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,

I must be here confined 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 relieved 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.

Printed by T. and A.Constable, Printers to His Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press

Transcriber's Note.Some illustrations of this work have been moved from their original sequence to enable the contents to continue without interruption.

Some illustrations of this work have been moved from their original sequence to enable the contents to continue without interruption.

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