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18 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 Father For his aduiſe: nor thought I had one: She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine, Of whom, ſo often I haue heard renowne, But neuer ſaw before: of whom I haue Receiu'd a ſecond life; and ſecond Father This Lady makes him to me.

Alo. I am hers. But O, how odly will it ſound, that I Muſt aske my childe forgiueneſſe?

Pro. There Sir ſtop, Let vs not burthen our remembrances, with A heauineſſe that's gon.

Gon. I haue inly wept, Or ſhould haue ſpoke ere this: looke downe you gods And on this couple drop a bleſſed crowne; For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the way Which brought vs hither.

Alo. I ſay Amen, Gonzallo.

Gon. Was Millaine thruſt from Millaine, that his Iſſue Should become Kings of Naples? O reioyce Beyond a common ioy, and ſet it downe With gold on laſting Pillers: In one voyage Did Claribell her husband finde at Tunis, And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife, Where he himſelfe was loft: Proſpero, his Dukedome In 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.

O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs: I propheſi’d, if a Gallowes were on Land This 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 found Our 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 when We firſt put out to Sea.

Ar. Sir, all this ſeruice Haue 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 beheld

Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Maſter Capring 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 nature Was euer conduct of: ſome Oracle Muſt rectifie our knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my Leige, Doe not infeſt your minde, with beating on The ſtrangeneſſe of this buſineſſe, at pickt leiſure (Which ſhall be ſhortly ſingle) I'le reſolue you, (Which to you ſhall ſeeme probable) of every Theſe happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull And 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 Companie Some few odde Lads, that you remember not.

Ste. Euery man ſhift for all the reſt, and let No man take care for himſelfe; for all is But fortune: Coragio Bully-Monſter Coraſio.

Tri. If theſe be true ſpies which I weare in my head, here's a goodly fight.

Cal. O Setebos, theſe be braue Spirits indeede: How fine my Maſter is? I am afraid He will chaſtiſe me.

Seb. Ha, ha: What things are theſe, my Lord Anthonio? Will money buy em?

Ant. Very like: one of them Is 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 ſtrong That 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 them To take my life: two of theſe Fellowes, you Muſt know, and owne, this Thing of darkeneſſe, I Acknowledge 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'ft thou in this pickle?

Tri. I haue bin in ſuch a pickle ſince I ſaw you laft, 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 Manners As in his shape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell, Take with you your Companions: as you looke To haue my pardon, trim it handſomely.

Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wiſe hereafter, And