strange a maze as e'er men trod;
And there is in this business more than Nature
Was ever conduct of:[463-48] some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.[463-49]

_Pros._ Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on[463-50]
The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure,[464-51]
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve[464-52] you--
Which to you shall seem probable--of every
These happen'd accidents:[464-53] 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 ARI._]--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._

_Steph._ Every man shift for all the rest,[464-54] and let no man take
care for himself; for all is but fortune.--Coragio,[464-55]
bully-monster, coragio!

_Trin._ If these be true spies which I wear in my head,[464-56] here's a
goodly sight.

_Cal._ O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!
How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.

_Sebas._ Ha, ha!
What things are these, my Lord Antonio?
Will money buy 'em?

_Anto._ 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-shaped 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[465-57] her power.
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil--
For he's but half a 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?

_Sebas._ He is drunk now: where had he wine?

_Alon._ And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded[465-58] '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.[465-59]

_Sebas._ Why, how now, Stephano!

_Steph._ O, touch me not! I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

_Pros._ You'd