be king o' the isle, sirrah?

_Steph._ I should have been a sore[465-60] one, then.

_Alon._ [_Pointing to CAL._] This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd
on.

_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 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.

_Sebas._ Or stole it, rather.

[_Exeunt CAL., STEPH., and TRIN._

_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[466-61] to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.[466-62]

_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 gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off.--[_Aside to ARI._] My Ariel, chick,
That is thy charge: then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well!--Please you, draw near. [_Exeunt._

EPILOGUE[467-63]

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,--[467-64]
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,[467-65]
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.[467-66]
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;