gallant ship; our master Cap’ring to eye her. On a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither.

ARIEL

[Aside to PROSPERO] Was’t well done? PROSPERO [Aside to ARIEL]

Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free. ALONSO 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.

PROSPERO 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 to ARIEL] Come hither, spirit; Set Caliban and his companions free; Untie the spell.

[Exit ARIEL] How fares my gracious sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads that you remember not.

Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel STEPHANO Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!

TRINCULO If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here’s a goodly sight. CALIBAN O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!

How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me. SEBASTIAN Ha, ha!

What things are these, my lord Antonio? Will money buy’em? ANTONIO Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and no doubt marketable.

PROSPERO Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knaveHis 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-devilFor 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.

CALIBAN I shall be pinch’d to death.

ALONSO Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? SEBASTIAN He is drunk now; where had he wine? ALONSO And Trinculo is reeling ripe; where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded ‘em? How cam’st thou in this pickle?