295 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.
Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin.
V. 1. 300 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, 305 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; 310 And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.
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 315 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.
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o’erthrown,
And what strength I have’s mine own,
Which is most faint: now, ’tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
5 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
10 With the help of your good hands:
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;
15 And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon’d be, 20 Let your indulgence set me free.
