With his own bolt; the strong-based Thou art pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood, promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs You, brother mine, that entertain'd pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let | 'em forth ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian, Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong, By my so potent art. But this rough Would here have kill'd your king; I do magic I here abjure, and, when I have required| I do, To work mine end upon their senses that Re-enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks: A solemn air and the best comforter There stand, For you are spell-stopp'd. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding Begins to swell, and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shore That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them That yet looks on me, or would know me: Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell: Thou shalt ere long be free. ARIEL sings and helps to attire him. There I couch when owls do cry. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Pros. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; And to thee and thy company I bid Alon. Whether thou be'st he or no, Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, The affliction of my mind amends, with which, I fear, a madness held me: this must crave, An if this be at all, a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs. should Prospero Be living and be here? Pros. But how First, noble friend, For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother O heavens, that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Pros. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire That they devour their reason and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain That I am Prospero and that very duke Would even infect my mouth, I do for- Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most give Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know, Thou must restore. Alon. If thou be'st Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation; How thou hast met us here, who three hours since strangely Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split Is tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when We first put out to sea. Ari. [Aside to Pros.] Sir, all this service Have I done since I went. Pros. [Aside to Ari.] My tricksy spirit! they strengthen Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'ld strive to tell you. And think of each thing well. [Aside to Set Caliban and his companions free; There are yet missing of your company not. Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, We were dead of coragio! 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 And moe diversity of sounds, all horrible, 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! I am afraid How fine my master is! Ant. men, my lords, Then say if they be true. This misshapen 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? D SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, As you from crimes would pardon'd be, |